盛夏六月,骄阳似火,我们一行五人穿梭在吉泰平原无边的绿色田野中。极目远眺,圆润的群峰裹在一层淡蓝色的薄雾之中,平展展的稻田一望无际;间或小溪沟渠流水潺潺,黄牛在悠闲地反刍,小山坡上几个牧童在嬉戏。不远处,大片绿树阴中,一座江南古村忽现眼前,那就是我们梦牵魂绕之地— In midsummer, in June, the sun goes off like fire, and our party of five people shuttle in the boundless green fields of the Jitai Plain. Looking round, rounded peaks wrapped in a layer of light blue mist, the flat rice fields endless; intermittent or brook gurgling water, cattle in the leisurely rumination, a few shepherd boy play on the hillside. Not far away, a large green trees in the shade, a Jiangnan ancient village suddenly appeared in front, that is, our dreams around the soul -