水乡的人,应该是从不知干涸为何物,他们枕畔有水声,梦里有欸乃,春的夏的风一过,也是送着水气,滋润一切肌肤和眼神。更有时远时近的卖花声,从对岸,过小桥,来巷子里,将所有的春困,都唤个半醒。可是呢,纵然有无敌的丹青妙笔,带着浅浅笑意和最深柔情,在一页纸上,也只能涂绘一时一刻,一颦一笑,一枯一荣。更深体味,是要安心住下来,经历四季,游玩街市,看着流水载着不同的船来了去了,看着桃花盛开和桃子成熟,撑起 The people in the water village should never know what to dry up. They are accompanied by the sound of water on their shores. In their dreams there is the wind of summer, and the spring wind of summer passes water and moistens all skin and eyes. More sometimes, far from the flowers, from the other side, over a small bridge, to the alley, all the spring storm, are called awoke. However, even if there is an invincible Danmo wonderful pen, with a shallow smile and the deepest tenderness, on a piece of paper, it can only paint a moment, a smile, a withered. More in-depth flavor, is to feel at ease to live, experience the seasons, play downtown, watching the water carrying different boats came, looked peach blossom and peaches mature, hold up