船缓缓靠近荻港,牵起的水浪像一群先行上岸的纤夫,它们沉重的喘息很快歇止,让古运河枕着荻港的臂弯,在月上枝头之时,渐入梦乡。而我正昂奋地穿行,就像旅居荻港的游人一样。浴于波光湖影,连日风尘很快被濯洗净。在绿茵铺陈的冷夜时空,想象杭嘉湖平原上的水乡古村,缘何被唤作“荻港”如此美艳动听的名字。 The boat slowly approached Digang, pulling the water waves like a group of trawlers landed ashore. Their heavy breathing quickly stopped, allowing the ancient canal to embrace the bend of Digang and fall asleep on the branches of the moon. And I’m walking with excitement, just like the tourists living in Digang. Bath in the light of the lake, the dust soon be washed. Lying in the midst of the cold night, imagine the ancient villages on the Hangjiahu Plain, called “Digang” so glamorous name.