上海的春天,无边烟雨。 暗沉的天色,细密的雨丝,出现在眼前的朱家角,除了那些灰砖灰瓦的房子,没有给人踏入水乡该有的感觉。 交了门票,踩着深一脚浅一脚的雨水,慢慢往里走,朱家角才将古镇、小桥、流水的风情氤氲开来,所有你对水乡的期盼——实现。 Shanghai’s spring, endless rains. Subtle sky, fine rain silk, appeared in front of Zhujiajiao, in addition to those gray brick houses, did not give the feeling of entering the water. Pay the tickets, stepping on the foot of a foot deep rain, slowly walk inside, Zhujiajiao ancient town, bridges, flowing style wander off, all you look forward to the water village - to achieve.