每一座风雨廊桥都是一部文化史。木质桥身、石质桥墩将风雨桥的身影勾勒出来。再配上层层交叠的青石瓦,密密的,不留一点儿缝隙,不让雨水有机可乘。桥檐弯弯翘起,桥顶的脊兽雕刻得栩栩如生。坐在桥旁的茶亭里小憩,手捧一杯冒着雾气的琥珀色黑茶,细细一闻,轻啜一口,味道便在唇齿间蔓延开来。这便是我向往的美好时光。 Each wind and rain bridge is a cultural history. Wooden bridge body, stone piers will outline the figure of the wind and rain bridge. Together with the layers of overlapping bluestone tiles, dense, without leaving a little gap, do not allow rainwater to take advantage of. Bridge eaves bend up, the top of the bridge carved vertebra lifelike. Sitting in the bridge next to the tea house in a nap, holding a cup of steaming amber black tea, slender smell, gently sip a taste that spread between the lips and teeth open. This is a wonderful time that I long for.