独倚古楼一隅,凝神斜晖脉脉水悠悠。家乡的水,是听不到任何喧嚣之声的。那静静流泻的水,顺着蜿蜒纤细的水道,摸着河渠边隐约可现的水印,映着古楼木栏边朝下凝望的脸庞,载着天边沉醉的一轮红日,缓缓地缓缓地,流向一片清澈澄净,流向我心灵的深处—— The towers of the old towers of the towers of unrestricted ones are filled with water. The water in my hometown cannot hear any loud noise. The water, which was flowing in a dripping manner, followed the slender water channel, touched the faintly visible watermark on the canal side, reflected the face of the old building’s wooden fence staring downwards, and carried a red day intoxicated by the sky. Slowly, it flows to a clear and clear place, flowing deep into my heart -