初到水乡,深深地吸上一口蒙蒙烟雨中氤氲着植物馨香的空气,仿佛有一股澄澈的清泉流遍周身。放眼望去,绿色绸缎般的河水萦绕着粉墙黛瓦;侧耳倾听,不远处的西栅传来悠悠的有节奏的打梆声……蓦地,一个奇怪的念头钻出心田——我是否应当留在这里,一辈子与这烟雨为伴?在心仪已久的石板路上盘桓,指尖轻抚着墙壁上柔腻的青苔,不知不觉走到一座石桥跟前。石桥横卧水面,脚踝上荡漾着清浅的水纹。桥上刻着几行诗句 When I first arrived in the water village, I was deeply absorbed in the air of fragrant plants in the misty rain, as if there was a stream of pure clear spring flowing through the whole body. Looking around, the green, satin-like river lingering against the pink-walled daiwa; whispered, not far from the Xizha rhythmic ringing sound came ... ... suddenly, a weird idea drill heart - should I Stay here for a lifetime with this misty and rainy? In the long-cherished stone lingering on the road, fingertips caress the soft moss on the walls, unknowingly walked to a stone bridge. Stone bridge lying on the surface of the water, ankle rippling clear water lines. Bridge engraved with a few lines of poetry