老街就像一本古老的线装书,踩过青砖铺就的书脊,翻开流水装订的每一页,幽深绵长,一千多年,对古渡不过是一场小憩,而浮生几何的我,平平仄仄中却走不出这片沧桑,行走在江南,仿佛每一步都踩在历史上。 Street is like an old wire-bound book, stepping on the brick spar, open each page of the water binding, deep, more than a thousand years, but for the ancient ferry is a rest, and floating me , Average level but can not get out of this vicissitudes of life, walking in the South, as if every step in history.