<p class="ql-block">成都，这座神秘而充满传奇的城市，一直是我想往的地方。</p><p class="ql-block">成都，不仅仅是一座城，更是一种情怀。那是烟火人间的诗意，也是岁月深处的思念。它属于每一个心怀浪漫的旅人，属于每一段未完的故事。 </p><p class="ql-block">终有一天，我一定会去，在玉林路的尽头，坐在小酒馆的门口，细品它的温度与韵味；在这片传奇的土地上，书写属于我的故事与诗篇。</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>🎙朗读者：Sandy Zhang</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">《成都》</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">赵雷</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"></p><p class="ql-block">让我掉下眼泪的 不止昨夜的酒</p><p class="ql-block">让我依依不舍的 不止你的温柔</p><p class="ql-block">余路还要走多久 你攥着我的手</p><p class="ql-block">让我感到为难的 是挣扎的自由</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">分别总是在九月 回忆是思念的愁</p><p class="ql-block">深秋嫩绿的垂柳 亲吻着我额头</p><p class="ql-block">在那座阴雨的小城里 我从未忘记你</p><p class="ql-block">成都 带不走的 只有你</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">和我在成都的街头走一走</p><p class="ql-block">直到所有的灯都熄灭了也不停留</p><p class="ql-block">你会挽着我的衣袖 我会把手揣进裤兜</p><p class="ql-block">走到玉林路的尽头 坐在小酒馆的门口</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">分别总是在九月 回忆是思念的愁</p><p class="ql-block">深秋嫩绿的垂柳 亲吻着我额头</p><p class="ql-block">在那座阴雨的小城里 我从未忘记你</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">成都 带不走的 只有你</p><p class="ql-block"></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>🎙朗读者：Sandy Zhang</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>Chengdu</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">by Zhao Lei</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"></p><p class="ql-block">Tears are drawn by more than last night's wine, </p><p class="ql-block">And farewells by more than your warmth, divine. </p><p class="ql-block">How far must this journey stretch, untold, </p><p class="ql-block">As you hold my hand, while freedom grows cold? </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Partings linger in September's haze, </p><p class="ql-block">Memories heavy, as longing plays. </p><p class="ql-block">Autumn willows brush my brow, so near, </p><p class="ql-block">In this rainy town, you remain so clear. </p><p class="ql-block">Chengdu, unyielding in memory’s stream, </p><p class="ql-block">The one thing I can never redeem. </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Let us wander Chengdu’s streets tonight, </p><p class="ql-block">Till the lamps fade away in the soft moonlight. </p><p class="ql-block">You'll clasp my sleeve, and I'll tuck my hands low, </p><p class="ql-block">To Yulin’s end, where the tavern glows. </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Partings linger in September's haze, </p><p class="ql-block">Memories heavy, as longing plays. </p><p class="ql-block">Autumn willows brush my brow, so near, </p><p class="ql-block">In this rainy town, you remain so clear. </p><p class="ql-block">Chengdu, unyielding in memory’s stream, </p><p class="ql-block">The one thing I can never redeem. </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Chengdu, a love I’ll always retain, </p><p class="ql-block">A city engraved in my heart’s terrain. </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block">作品解析：</p><p class="ql-block"> 赵雷的这首民谣《成都》，怀旧中带着温情与思考，像是一个平静又深情的讲述，带你漫步在成都的小巷，感受那座城市的烟火气和人情味，一种对过去美好时光的眷恋和对自由的追求。</p> <p class="ql-block"><b><i>摄影：摄绘主义</i></b></p>