望着青石的街道,迎着傍晚的夕阳,我走在江南的梦中。三月的江南,莲花般的姑娘,浪迹天涯的行者,演绎着一则美丽的错误。那个错误发生在这江南水乡,像雨打在水面泛起的层层涟漪,推开了紧掩着的心扉。那份复杂而细腻的思绪和情怀,一如不飞的柳絮,不卷的窗帷,掩着一腔惆怅。江南亦展凄婉之美。杏花烟雨的江南,多少文人墨客借以留下千古佳句,又令多 Looking at the bluestone street, facing the evening sunset, I walk in the dream of Jiangnan. In March, Jiangnan, a lotus-like girl, wandering wandering horizon, interpret a beautiful mistake. That mistake occurred in this Jiangnan Water Village, like the layers of ripples rain played in the water, opened the tight cover of the heart. That complicated and delicate thoughts and feelings, as catkins do not fly, do not roll the curtains, cover a melancholy. Jiangnan also show sad beauty. Xingnan Amidst the southem, how many literati and ink to leave eternal sentence, and more