梦中水乡,醉里江南,终于有一日我踏上了西塘这千年小镇。穿行在阡陌纵横的古巷和水路之间,斑驳的墙,暗红的窗,吴语喃喃,橹声荡漾。独自彷徨在悠长、悠长又寂寥的雨巷,我希望相逢着一个丁香一样结着愁怨的姑娘。她应有丁香一样的颜色,丁香一样的芬芳,丁香一样的忧愁,在雨中哀怨、哀怨又彷徨……戴望舒的《雨巷》很久以来在我的记忆深处一直保存着一个古朴、浪漫、幽静的画面置身于小桥、流水、人家的梦想。 Dream of water, drunk in the south, I finally embarked on a day of the Millennium Town. Walk through the ancient alley in the terraced rice road and waterway between the mottled walls, dark red window, Wu murmur, rippling waves. Imitation in the long, lonely rainy lane alone, I hope the same as a clove knot melancholy girl. She should have the same color of lilac, clove-like fragrance, the same sadness of lilac, mournful in the rain, mournful and foolish ... Dai Wangshu’s “Rain Lane” has long been in my memory, has kept a simple, romantic, quiet The picture exposure to a small bridge, water, people’s dreams.