灼灼桃树下,一个精壮汉子在春天的薰风里直起腰来,他得意地打量着手底下刚做好的一排瓦当泥坯,目光越过青烟袅袅的瓦窑,极目茫茫天边。他在望什么?想望穿千年历史的去处么?一千多年之后的江南瑞园,一群书生围着半块已经残缺的瓦当,小心翼翼,屏息静气,打量、猜度、唏嘘、赞叹。随着联一先生的娓娓解说,大家的目光都柔情起来,仔细地在瓦当上摩挲、感受。 Under the burning peach tree, a mighty man straightened up in the spring air. He watched proudly a row of clay pots just under his hand. His gaze crossed the smoke-curling tile kilns and covered the horizon. What is he looking for? Want to wear thousands of years of history? After more than a thousand years Jiangnan Ruiyuan, a group of scholar surrounded half of the already incomplete Wadang, cautiously, breathless, looked, guessed, sigh, praise. With Mr. Lian Yi’s explanation, everyone’s eyes are tender and tender, carefully watts on the mom, feel.