花瓣纷坠如雪,幽长幽长的深巷里,撑一把油纸伞,走过潮湿的青石板,偶然逢着丁香一样的女子,还有那满山遍野的、街道两侧随处可见的银杏,随风而舞,深深浅浅的弄堂里传来卖花女的此起彼伏的叫卖声……无数次从这样的梦里醒来,耳边似乎还萦绕着那首名为《姑苏水巷》的评弹,婉转柔媚,情意绵绵。 Petals falling like snow, deep and secluded deep lane, holding an oil paper umbrella, walked through moist quartzite, occasionally clove-like woman, there are mountains, ginkgo everywhere on both sides of the street, with Wind and dance, the deep and shallow alley came the flirtatious clowns ... ... countless times wake up from such a dream, my ear seems to still haunt the first “Gusu Lane” of the bomb , Mild and gentle, affectionate.