漓江微雨,雨缓缓地落着,水滴跌进凹凸不平的墨香古道。美丽的心情,沿着青石板悄悄绽放,慢慢漾开,化为墨色的感怀,与流水一起,潺潺了我悠长的思绪。走进一家茶楼,沿着古老而阴暗的楼梯走上二楼,临窗而坐,点一杯杭白菊,准备在这潇潇暮雨中坐尽整个黄昏。望着窗外雨蒙蒙,我拿出耳机,耳朵里便注满了我最喜欢的欧美乡村民谣。一位傣族老人缓步走来,布 Light rain in the Li River, the rain slowly fall, dripping into the rugged Mexican incense trail. Beautiful mood, quietly bloom along the bluestone, slowly Yang Kai, into the ink of the feelings, together with the water, my long thoughts gurgling. Into a restaurant, walked along the ancient and dark staircase on the second floor, facing the window and sit, a glass of Chrysanthemum, ready to sit in this dreary rain all nightfall. Looked out the window rain, I took out the headphones, my ears filled my favorite European and American country folk. A Dai elderly came slowly, cloth