当外界过于安静,内心的呼唤便格外分明。在奈良的一千多个日夜,江南无数次出现在梦里,甚至清醒的时候,也有恍惚如梦之感。小桥流水,烟雨古寺,风蚀的墙垣,苔痕斑驳的青石路,木格纸窗间透过的光线,铁壶升腾的茶烟,竹屉上米糕的甜香,檐角风铃叮咚作响……这一切似曾相识,它们属于江南,诗中的、梦中的江南。 When the outside world is too quiet, the heart of the call will be very clear. In Nara more than a thousand days and nights, Jiangnan countless times in the dream, and even sober, but also a sense of trance dreaming. Small bridges, ancient temples, wind erosion of the wall, mottled mottled bluestone Road, through the wood lattice window of light, iron pot rose tea, bamboo rice cake on the sweet, cornucopia Campanula ding dong Sound ... all this deja vu, they belong to Jiangnan, poem, the dream of Jiangnan.