我不懂,江南的雨划开天际的一刻是怎样的清新;我不懂,江南的风吹开云朵露出月亮羞涩的脸是怎样的妩媚;我不懂,乌篷船与小桥流水人家勾勒的画面是怎样的唯美——我不懂,江南。我看到的,只是一座破旧的小镇。潮湿的空气让我厌烦,那湿气,浸入我的骨头里,浸入那木头房里。一阵阵的凉风吹冷了一块块青石板,为原本打了滑的石板路又添了层直抵脚板的寒意。走进木板 I do not understand how the moment of the rain in the southern part of the Yangtze River opens up to the sky. I do not understand how the wind in the south of the Yangtze River shines on the shy face of the moon to show how charming it is. What kind of picture is beautiful - I do not know, Jiangnan. What I saw was just a shabby town. The damp air bored me, the moisture, dipped into my bones and dipped into the wood. A gust of cool breeze blew a piece of bluestone, for the original slippery stone road and added a layer of straight to the foot of the chill. Into the wood