时光,越来越瘦,我的怀想,被大面积裸露出来,已无秘密可言。所谓伊人,在水一方,江心之州,梦中棉船。那是三月,春风又绿江南岸,关关雎鸠,在河之洲。棉船,环冠杨柳轻烟,从薄雾中款款而出,一脸圣洁,炫目夺彩,整片江天,全都辉映在她菜花金灿的光晕之中。这《诗经》中的岛屿。长江与赣鄱大地最后的缠绵!怀想,只是怀想,我,便像个君子,春江水暖,绿水如蓝…… Time, more and more thin, my dream, was exposed a large area, no secret at all. The so-called Iraqis, in the water side, river heart state, the dream of cotton boat. That is March, the spring breeze and the southern bank of the Green River, Guan off Dove, in the river of the continent. Cotton boat, crown willow light smoke, the money out of the mist, a look of holiness, dazzling winnings, the whole piece of Jiang Tian, ​​all shone in her cauliflower golden halo. The island of the Book of Songs. The last of the Yangtze River and Jiangxi Po earth lingering! Nostalgia, just huh, I, like a gentleman, plumbing in the spring, green water, such as blue ......