春节过后,刚下过一场小雨,寒雨浸江,水凉侵骨,大江南北沉浸于一片料峭春寒之中。站在采石矶上,放眼江北,广袤的原野,一马平畴,直延伸向那雾气氤氲的远方。大江上下,虽没有白帆点点,百舸竞渡,但偶有舟楫,亦能劈波。几座碧峰,沉默于江天之间,颇有“数峰无语立斜阳”的清越曼妙。远方的天门山,似有还无,那“天门中断 After the Spring Festival, just had a light rain, cold and rain soaked in water, cold water invaded, the Yangtze River north and south immersed in a chilly spring. Standing on the quarry on the Rocky, looking north, vast fields, a horse flat domain, straight stretch to the distant foggy. The river up and down, though not a little white sail, one hundred 舸 race, but occasionally boat 楫, also split. Several Bifeng, silence between Jiang Tian, ​​quite a few peaks silent Siding Yang Qing graceful. Tianmenshan afar, seems to have no, then "Heavenly Gate interrupted