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我打江南走过，你绽放的容颜如莲花的开落。 I beat Jiangnan to walk by, your blooming face is like the opening and falling of lotus. ——题记 -- inscription 青柳垂溪，高蝉嘶鸣，盛夏的苏州少了几分吴侬软语的温婉。便是这样一个午后，我坐在院角的树阴里，静静窥视对面窗内的女子。 Green willow and weeping stream, high cicadas are neighing, and Suzhou in midsummer is a little less gentle in Wunong's soft words. It was such an afternoon that I sat in the shade of the tree in the corner of the courtyard and peeped at the woman in the opposite window. 这是苏州巷子里常见的院落儿，一席天井，几户人家，三五大树，安谧祥和。起先，是那院里的两缸莲叶吸引了我，尔后，是那静静凝视莲叶的女子吸引了我。 This is a common courtyard in Suzhou alley. It has a patio, several families, three or five big trees and is peaceful. At first, I was attracted by the two jars of lotus leaves in the courtyard, and then by the woman who gazed at the lotus leaves quietly. 隐在窗后的她仿佛入定的老僧，久久不曾挪动，阳光勾勒出她纤薄的肩膀，也影蔽了她的脸，我只能从她微倾的身姿判定，她守望的是窗下的莲。 Hidden behind the window, she seems to be an old monk who has never moved for a long time. The sunshine outlines her thin shoulders and covers her face. I can only judge from her slightly leaning posture. What she watches is the lotus under the window. | 
