城市,是人类文明的灵魂。不同的城市有着不同的旧颜新貌,有着不同的颜色。苏州·粉人间天堂,东方水城;粉墙黛瓦,才子佳人。历二千五百年沧桑,城址未变;藉三万六千顷太湖,水乡无更。悠远兮,时时恍若人如世外;秀美哉,处处感同身临仙境。——我未曾到过苏州,然而我却似时时刻刻身处苏州。在我的晨梦里,苏州不像南京,没有六朝金粉的纷繁富丽,没有展钟暮鼓的厚重肃穆;也不似杭州,少了些钱塘春色的流翠滴红……在这里,仅有那粉墙黛瓦间升起的袅袅炊烟,诉说着她的安逸与恬静。梦里的姑苏行,走进那雾霭迷蒙的小巷深处。 City, is the soul of human civilization. Different cities have different colors and different colors. Suzhou powder paradise, the East Watertown; Fenqiangdaiwa, brilliant son. Twelve hundred and five years vicissitudes of life, the city has not changed; by thirty-six thousand are Taihu Lake, no more water. Distant Xi, reminding us of scenes from time to time; beautiful, everywhere feeling the same fairyland. - I have not been to Suzhou, but I always seem to be in Suzhou. In my morning dream, unlike Nanjing in Suzhou, there was no flourish in flourishing flourishes in the Six Dynasties. There was no solemn silence in the show. Nor was it like Hangzhou, That flourishing wall between the Daiwa curl smoke, tell her ease and quiet. Gusu dream line, into the misty misty alley depths.