旧江南霏霏细雨

                                       是谁漫步在小桥水畔

                                       一把油纸伞

                                       依旧找寻远去的春天

                                       等待着曼妙的身影

                                       等待着迷茫的眼神

                                       在眼前飘过

                                       青砖灰瓦

                                       水袖罗衫

                                       淡漠了冷雨微寒

                                       迎来了梦里柔软的思念

                                       暮色仿佛烟雾一般

                                       缠绕着发黄的往事

                                       思念正如一棵会开花的树

                                       在心中早已结满了果实

                                       只是有些酸涩

                                       像一枚青青的橄榄