时序逼近立冬,寒冷行至江城,历尽长江一万年的颠簸早已是疲惫不堪,不管是姗姗来迟还是先声夺人,左手虽然还拽着北方的豪放,右手却早已捧上了南方的婉约。“江城武汉的冬天就是这样一副深沉而耐读的作品,我迷恋它的每一页,因为它无时不在告诉我：冬天到了,春天还会远吗?”透过咖啡馆洁净的玻璃墙注目恢弘而灵动的大江,李晓军一时诗意绵绵。 Timing close to the beginning of winter, the cold line to the River City, experienced a thousand years of the Yangtze River’s jolt has long been exhausted, whether it is overdue or prejudiced, although the left still dragging the northern pride, the right hand has long been touted the graceful South. “The Wuhan City in the Spring of Wuhan is such a deep and readable piece of work that I am obsessed with every page of it because it always tells me: is winter coming, can spring be far behind?” Through the clean glass walls of the cafe Magnificent eyes and smart, Li Xiaojun poetic moment.