摇一只乌蓬船,趁着三月杨柳风四月桃花汛,穿过无锡,掠过苏州,到烟雨迷蒙布谷声声的江南去。 随便沿着一条江,钱塘江或新安江都行,没有具体目的与行期,只要人在船上船在水上水在江南就行,晴天看两岸黑瓦白墙、古桥老街,看蓝印花土布梳麻花辫的村女,她们在摘蚕豆或采萎蒿,腰间的小围裙装得满满的。雨天呢,当然要看补了补丁的油纸伞,看秧田里的棕蓑,放牛娃坐在牛背上吹柳笛,雨三星两点敲打竹笠,青菖蒲丛里,一对白鹭鸶呜哇一声冲天飞起,飞成两朵风筝。 Shake a Utopia boat, taking advantage of March willow wind April peach flood, through Wuxi, passing Suzhou, to the misty rain valley noise of the south to go. Anyway, along a river, the Qiantang River or the Xin'anjiang line, there is no specific purpose and time, as long as people in the boat on the water in the water on the line in the south, sunny look at both sides of black tile white walls, Old Bridge Street, Tuxedo village women, they are picking beans or plucking wormwood, a small apron fitted full. Rainy day, of course, depends on the patch of oil paper umbrella to see the brown rice in the seedling field, the cowboy baby sits on the back of the cowboy willow flute, the rain Samsung two hits bamboo hat, green iris bush, a pair of egrets wow Wow wow A sky, fly into two kites.