才刚推开红樟木窗,雨就淅淅沥沥下了起来。不一会儿,细雨中矗立着的楼台,青脊檐上的黑瓦泛起朦胧青烟。我倒上沏好的茶,倚着窗子坐下,放眼望去,淡白的天,愈发青暗,烟雨抚江南,愈是梦般清朦淡雅。好个“多少楼台烟雨中”。忽地,房主点亮屋檐下的大红灯笼。红艳的灯笼色沿着断了线的珍珠雨,从屋檐轻轻泻下,落入水中,开出一朵大红色的水花。不远处的白桥,在雨夜中默然伫立。沉重遥远的时光,压弯了它的腰。人世中浮 Just opened the red camphor windows, the rain lined up. A moment later, the rain was standing in the balconies, green ridge eaves on the black tiles hazy smoke. I pour on the good tea, leaning against the window to sit down, looking ahead, white days, more dark and dark, misty rain Jiangnan, the more the dream is like a clear and elegant. A good “how much the rooftop smoke”. Suddenly, the owner lit the red lantern under the eaves. Hongyan lantern along the broken line of pearl rain, gently eaves from the eaves, into the water, out of a big red water. Not far from the White Bridge, silently standing in the rainy night. Heavy distant time, bending its waist. Floating in the world