Jiangnan, you are the link of my life

The ink and wash dyed on the Xuan paper spread out. The river surface, the long rain Lane, the charming and sexy cheongsam, and the faint feelings of my children all touched my heart, immersed in the constant feelings of Jiangnan, who holds an oiled paper umbrella to look for the prosperous old dream of Jiangnan through the sentimental rainy season? Who sells a cup of green tea and looks quietly on the fence, waiting for the lonely Lotus to open; Who took a boat to salvage the passing Chinese Year in the frost of the bright moon like water; Who folded a plum and wrote the poems of Geniss romance? I used to think that Jiangnan was like a woman like a plum blossom, and she was amorous and graceful. As far as you know, you only have a surprise and a farewell, and you have an inexplicable yearning for Jiangnan and never thought about it. At first, I read that Bai Juyi’s Jiangnan is good. The scenery is old and used to be familiar with. The sunrise, the river flowers are booming, and the river water is as blue as the spring comes. I only think the beauty of Jiangnan is in the water and the beauty is in the spring. A May rain brought me into the reverie of Jiangnan. The smoky rain was hazy. The Lilac girl and the yellowish oiled paper umbrella all the words I could imagine for Jiangnan came from the pages of the book and were pieced together by memory, salvage thoughts is less than a hundred words., I just met you in the pages of Jiangnan, leaving your Jiangnan-like breath in the shallow darkstory, not the sadness in the rain Lane, but the gentle smile in the sun, it is the second world clouds in the depth of red plum, with pleasant fragrance. Fingertip is free from the Jiangnan and small bridge where you live. You step on the bright moon in Qin Dynasty and play the flute for thousands of years. A blue shirt is coming. In the alley of green slabstone, I held an oiled paper umbrella and passed by. The drops of water on the umbrella splashed my thoughts and smiled at each other. You are a talented person living near the water in the south of the Yangtze River, writing your own glory in the depths of prosperity and indulging in the charming life you draw. As you like, walk into the riverside of the mists and ripples River and listen to the soft language of your water village, let Jiangnan flow slowly in the oil paper umbrella opened in the drizzle of heart, it covered up my light smile among my eyebrows; Shenyuan Garden the wall was broken, the spring waves were left behind, and it was miserable, so far I still feel sorry! How can a piece of spring color hold my melancholy. You are always the talent of Jiangnan waterfront. The Floating Shadow passes by. I seem to see Xu Xian, who is young and young, looking across the other bank in the cabin of West Lake. The constant love was like that amazing love thousands of years ago. Finally, one day in August, I stood in front of you and misty rain in Southern. I left the Yellow River bank for the first time and walked into the misty rain in southern thousands of miles away. Facing the prosperity like smoke and dream, I have been looking for the myth in that poem. Your calm posture pervaded the bustling crowd and greeted my car window with the fragrance of osmanthus. The canal at dusk, shining with waves, walked into the scene in the poem for countless times and drew close to the other side of the reality. I was intoxicated in this dyed ink painting, walked through Tang poetry and permeated Song Ci, follow your trail all the way. Reverie in the south of the Yangtze River where the love is full of love, it is the south of the Yangtze River written by the poet to continue a legendary and graceful agreement with you. Gentleness is the inheritance of women in the south of the Yangtze River. You said, the woman I am on the Yellow River bank has the gentleness of Jiangnan women, especially the petite figure is like a green lotus in the lotus pond. Listen to your whisper, appreciate the style of Jiangnan style, and the heart is indulging all the way. If words can be exiled, I am willing to use the tenderness of the rest of my life to find your trace. Jiangnan in my memory, in addition to the graceful tenderness full of paper, there is also the sorrow that is hard to give up. My eyes moored on the smoky River, and the emptiness that had gone through thousands of sails could not be dissipated in my heart. At this moment, I would like to be drunk without waking up. A piece of paper sighed softly and sounded in the silent night. Jiangnan is now far away. However, your gentle love always turns around in the late night, with your fingertips falling down and a prosperous loneliness. Not far away, who is still singing softly? Looking for you, Jiangnan, this life is bound by you.

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