小镇迷蒙在烟雨里,叶上的雨珠落在石板小坑中一个个清亮的水洼里,藏着天空惆怅的影子。在恬静的黎明时,我走在坑坑洼洼的石板上,脚下的水声附和着雨打芭蕉的节奏,吟唱着小镇惯有的柔情的歌曲。恍如隔世。我已经习惯了城市的喧嚣,可总觉得那明艳的霓虹比不上小镇里如水一般流泻在青石板上的月光。虽说有时会回到小镇,但乡愁依旧像庄公梦蝶一般悄然而至,在不经意间闯入我 Misty town In the misty rain, leaves of raindrops fall in the pits in a clear puddle, hidden in the shadow of the sky melancholy. In the quiet dawn, I walked in the bumpy slate, the foot of the sound of water attached to the rhythm of rain playing banana, singing the town's usual tenderness songs. Like every second world. I have become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the city, I can always feel that the bright neon can not be as small as the town in the stream of water flowing on the quartzite moonlight. Although sometimes back to the town, but nostalgia is still quietly like Zhuang Gongmeng but inadvertently broke into me