初冬清晨,我这来自北方的游子,情切切地迈进了成都东南的望江楼公园。雾,浓浓的雾迟迟不肯散去,伸手一抓,几乎能捏出水滴。雾中的望江楼平添了一层湿漉漉的风韵,犹如一朵硕大而盛开的出水芙蓉。据吏载, Early winter early morning, I am a wanderer from the north, affectionately into the southeast of Wangjianglou Park in Chengdu. Fog, fog thick delay refused to disperse, reach out and grasp, almost pinch the water droplets. Wangjiang River in the fog added a layer of wet charm, like a huge and blooming water hibiscus. According to official load,