似水流年,在来路去路的弦上,马蹄声如潮般,踏碎着青青的石板。茶香飘散,是袅袅的记忆和缅怀,也是茶山深处的憧憬和仰望。往事如烟,跋涉的是小镇记忆里发黄的沧桑和辉煌。繁华过后,祖先的足迹是弯弯曲曲通向远方的信仰。历史的痕迹,如一道穿越时空的闪电,在天籁的咏叹中,浓酽的茶香苦涩,在长满青苔的茶马古道,无声停泊,随即敲响了古镇的晨钟暮鼓。 Fall in love, in the way of the chord, the climax-like, tread the green stone. Floating tea is the curl of memory and memory, but also the vision of Dasan deep and look up. Past events, the trek is the town memories of the vicissitudes of yellow and brilliant. After the bustling, the ancestral footprints are beliefs that bend to the distance. Historical traces, such as a lightning through time and space, in Teana’s chant, concentrated tea bitter, in the moss-laden Tea Horse Road, silent moorings, immediately sounded the ancient town of the morning bell.