Reading Jiangnan Lyric Prose

The perception of Jiangnan, in addition to the ethereal sense of reality, is more from the sweet artistic conception in the book. Read Jiangnan, starting from the cover and starting from the aftertaste. ...

Wuzhen sishuinianhua

Walk into the pillow water family in Wuzhen, and walk into the classical dreamland of Jiangnan water town.

I fell asleep in Jiangnan last night and pushed the window to the water town this morning. Green slate, dripping with shallow water drops when diligent girls wash clothes, moist breath and green moss, reach the deep memory of your dreams. Thick cattail leaf fan, slender dog tail grass, swaying Wu Peng boat.

Living in this ancient town, you have temporarily escaped the noise and agitation of modern civilization. The rare silence is returning, and the long-lost feeling of getting old is emerging.

Guzheng is melodious, and the sound of the piano is about to break. Let the years be carved in the looming, leaving only exquisite and long thoughts. As time goes by, prosperity remains the same. Years begin to fade away, even if the heart's resume will strip away the bloody pain.

Until the day when I am old, I will dream of a water town and go to Jiangnan.

Shaoxing Lu Xun's hometown

A glass of yellow rice wine, sipping the vicissitudes of the years.

From Baicaoyuan to San Tan Yin Yue, from Kong Yiji to youth to moisten the soil. Things have changed, and the local accent remains the same. Time shuttles through the thick history, and the mottled glazed tiles are covered with the dust of the past. Along a narrow bluestone road, you enter a row of white-gray tiles, pass through bamboo doors full of books, and then winding cloisters. ...

It's like visiting an old friend whom I've heard about for a long time but never met, and it's like baptizing a restless heart.

Years have polished this place into a historical block with a unique Jiangnan style, giving future generations the opportunity to interpret the works of a generation of writers, taste the scenery written by a generation of writers, and feel the real life situation of a great man in that year. ...

Busy, time is speechless. The distance and the distance are meeting, and the past and the present are meeting. In that sigh and cry, my heart began to touch a nation's endless fighting spirit and tenacity.

Hangzhou zuiyan Xizi

The misty rain is still so misty.

The green hills reflect and the willows brush the embankment. A long-forgotten story can't stand your thin thoughts. In my heart, you have been treasured like a pocket jasper for decades. Wash away the glitz of singing and dancing, and you are the only bodhi tree in my heart. Give you sorrow, your vast smog is the' tranquility' you converted to; Put your ideal on you, and the clean blue sky above your head is the direction card.

Don't be too demanding. Being too busy is sometimes a kind of weakness. In the drunken eyes of deja vu, I have the courage to burn for you. Oh, or borrow a sentence left by the old man Ba Jin by the West Lake: "I will never stop writing for a moment, it will ignite myself, and when I turn to ashes, my love and feelings will not disappear in the world."

Qiao Feng Sheng Tao is still the same.

This is a meeting I've been longing for for for years.

In the sound of the Grand Canal, I am the visitor who still has the sound of the waves on this day of "cold maple leaves falling into the river at dusk and leaves listening to the waves". Thousands of years of wind and frost have passed. The bridge is still the maple bridge, but it lacks the melancholy of "sleeping in the wind on a frosty night" In this picturesque smoke, the girl in red is still the most beautiful scenery on the bridge.

Thousands of miles away, I vaguely heard the bells of Hanshan Temple. The pain that hit my heart dispelled all my worries.

Qiao Feng, will you do it again? I want to hear the long midnight bell again, so that I can return to the passenger ship of Xingye.