I want to wait for the rain in Wuzhen
Walking in the deep alleys of Wuzhen
Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" reappears before my eyes
The gentle rain hurts
quietly beating on the oil-paper umbrella
Looking at the brocade that is about to be soaked by the rain
The graceful dance of a broken heart
As for where to go
My heart has a direction
The scent of lilac
Still< /p>
Light
Light
Wandering in the narrow streets and alleys
Incense
The streets and alleys The gates
are incense
the gates in the streets
are incense
the shops in the streets and morning and evening
p>The fragrance of lilacs
Through the gate
Bypass the gate
Stay gently on the sentimental awning boat
p>The clear waves stirred by the oars
The fragrance floating on the boat
I don’t know whether it is the fragrance of cloves
or jade skin< /p>
A burst of tempting fragrance
Let your figure linger in the streets of Wuzhen
Let his feet stop on the small bridges of Wuzhen
Let my eyes be fixed on a slender river in Wuzhen
There are no dead vines there
There are no crows
Only left
Small bridge
Flowing water
People
As well as the weaving of you, me and him
As long as you come, let it go
p>I want to wait for the rain in Wuzhen