江湖夜雨十年灯。我读到这个句子的时候,一次又一次地做了岳州之野寂寞的归人,我的灵魂又匍匐在泥泞里,听一回清清落落的夜雨。十年旧梦,城市只如蜃楼,城市深处我的街巷长满青苔,直让人看到小巷尽头已经逝去的光与阴。壹秋蝉一万声一些老人和孩子,妇人和衣裳,两株已经有了些年月的苦楝树。黄叶已然落尽,但枝桠相连尚成佳构。我看见风从他们之间穿过,雨声如禅,阳光如禅, Night and decade lights. When I read this sentence, again and again to do the hometown of Yuezhou lonely, my soul creeping in the muddy, listening to a clear night rain. Ten years old dream, the city a mirage, the streets of my city covered with moss, let the people see the alley has gone to the end of the light and shade. One autumn cicadas sound a number of elderly and children, women and clothes, two strains of Melphalan have been for some years. Yellow leaves have run out, but the branches are still linked to good structure. I saw the wind passing between them, rain like Zen, sunshine, such as Zen,