唱着童谣,划着古老的小船,摇碎一河碧绿。黄昏,像一张网似的渐渐罩住长空。她,披上了神秘的金纱。——题记水面上时常飘着渔歌,千百年不变的曲调,久久回荡在碧波粼粼的水面上;一座石桥,青砖绿瓦的亭台楼阁,相对相依。在那极具韵味的江南小镇中,她,不像沉默睿智的长者,也不像懵懂的小孩儿,更像闭月羞花、沉鱼落雁的妙龄少女。这就是月湖。 Singing a nursery rhyme, paddling the old boat, shattering a river green. Twilight, like a network gradually cover the sky. She, put on the mysterious gold. - Inscriptions often floating on the surface of the fisherman’s song, thousands of years of constant melody, long echoed in the blue sparkling water; a stone bridge, blue brick pavilions, relatively dependent. In that very charming town of Jiangnan, she, unlike the silent wisdom of the elders, nor like ignorant children, more like moonlight shame, deep-fried geese young girl. This is the moon lake.