江南是一首诗,更是一阕词,若有烟雨时节,总想那一篙撑过去,就会是碧水蓝天,清风拂面。悄然有雨丝自天幕垂来,随着杨柳的清风扭动着轻盈的身姿,湿了唐时罗扇,宋时羽衣,只留一汪清眸看尘烟四起的今昔。 Jiangnan is a poem, but also a word, if there is Amidst the festivals, always want to hold that in the past, it will be clear water and blue sky, breeze was blowing. Quietly with rain curtain hanging down from the sky, with the Willow breeze twisting with a light body, wet Tang Luo fans, Song Yu, leaving only a Wang Qingming look at the past and present smoke and dust.