久久地,伫立在水边,那双黑亮的眼眸,越过了白鹭点点,碧海青天。在歌谣中,日夜思念的土地仿佛已在眼前。在鹭岛的鼓浪屿上遇到那位老太太时,正值暑假。远处传来一阵天籁般的钢琴声,和着绿林风声,惊涛拍岸。她的微笑像一道浅浅的溪水,充满韵律。老太太邀我至她的小院。满目的藤萝紫阳,一架映着蓝天的三脚钢琴流光溢彩, For a long time, standing on the water’s edge, the bright black eyes, crossed the egrets little, blue sea blue sky. In the ballads, the land that is missing day and night seems to be in sight. When I met the old lady on Gulangyu Island of Heron Island, it was summer vacation. In the distance, there was a sound of heavenly piano and the sound of the green forest. Her smile is like a shallow stream, full of rhythm. The old lady invited me to her small courtyard. A beautiful three-prong piano with a blue sky is full of vines.