I want to give this document to my best friend, and give it to our lush era when dreams were horses. -Inscription.
The goose sinks the fish, and the silver lamp Yu Di. We meet again in Shuobei, eager to see and mourn the Jiangnan where we once met. I don't have to fantasize or mourn, just because there is a feeling in my heart that we must belong to Jiangnan, which once belonged to us. No matter, you are a rich girl in Zhong Ling, or a delicate and elegant little jasper; Whether I am an unruly noble maharaja or an unruly swordsman, we are all destined to meet in Jiangnan. Now, I just want to hold your hand and take you back to the boundless dancing flowers. Now go back. Let's go back to Jiangnan.
Zhong Zhulu still remembers seeing Ji for the first time. It was the season when sunflowers bowed their heads and sang. On the first day of military training before school, the sky was slightly blue and there were thousands of clouds. Everyone wears loose camouflage clothes, like green plants in a green cage. Bamboo green has always been full of feelings for green, fresh and natural. Then Zhu Qing saw Sang Lan, and Sang Lan stood there so safely, just like a clump of reeds floating quietly on the water. Time stood still at this moment.
Zhu Qing quickly mingled with the students around him. They pointed to the reed and told her, look, that boy is Ji, handsome and very clever. Zhu Lv looked at Sang Lan in disbelief, and her jaw almost fell off in surprise, because Zhu Lv thought Sang Lan was one of her new sisters, but she didn't expect it to be her new brother. From her point of view, you can't see Sang Lan's eyebrows at all, only his side face is more delicate and whiter than that of girls. Zhu Qingnian, Ji Sang Lan Ji Sang Lan, what a strange name ... Huh? It actually corresponds to my name ... Sangzhu ... turquoise?
It was not until later that Zhu Qing saw Sang Lan's knife-shaped eyebrows. At that time, Zhu Qing thought he must have been born in the wrong age. He should be a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing a blue shirt and sleeves like a lake, falling on the moon in Gusu, accompanied by a peach blossom shaken off, drunk in laughter.
Red face and green waist, falling flowers and catkins I think of those endless floating sounds countless times. There was the sound of hooves on the slate, and the oil-walled tassel car ran over the rouge-colored peach blossom in March and stopped under the fragrant tree. Liu Bian deep lane, Hu Axiang heavy door. Someone stretched out his hand and pulled open the fine tassel curtain, so you appeared in front of me. Beaded hair clips are inserted obliquely in your black bun, and I vaguely remember their colors and shapes, such as orange-gold wisps, tender snow willows, gouache butterflies, scarlet agate, green jade, white pearls, heart-shaped diamond-shaped silver foil with leaves ... However, no beaded hair handle is more dazzling than your face.
Since then, the days have flowed like water. Zhu Lu thinks that the students in the experimental class of key high schools in this province are lifeless. They don't even go out for a walk after class, but just sit and do exercises. Bamboo green did Sarah laugh, which seems to include me. It seems that Sang Lan is the only one with nothing to do. Sometimes he goes out to play with the ball, sometimes he helps the teacher move books and clean the classroom, sometimes he gives lectures to his classmates, and sometimes he just sits quietly in his seat, but his eyes are as clear as the stars in the sky. Zhu Qing couldn't help asking him several times, what the hell are you thinking?
Zhu Qing fantasizes about every detail of Jiangnan and enjoys it. Those misty and rainy days covered the white wall with a thin layer of water, the clean slate slowly gushed out with moss and lichen, the winding alleys, the lilacs exuded a touch of bitterness, and the flying fireflies that swam in front of the window when they woke up in the middle of the night ... She loved Jiangnan so much. Bamboo green forget Sang Lan said the first sentence to her, smiled gently at her. These memories, like those in Jiangnan, have no clear boundaries. In fact, Sang Lan is gentle and polite to everyone. If Sang Lan was not the main force of the football and basketball team, Zhu Lu would really think that he was just a weak Confucian scholar.
The smoky wind in April burned cherries red, and the plum rain in May splashed bananas green. After that, there is rice fragrance in June, cattail grass in July and rabbit sunflower in August. There is a waterwheel in your yard that can never finish singing, and then Biteng climbs into your window at some point, and the flowing fireflies swim into your house and sit down. The sound of cats treading on corrugated cardboard keeps you awake all night. Who made you suddenly want to cook a bowl of lotus seed soup with blue-and-white wrist cream, pour a pot of biluochun, pour a cup of osmanthus wine, and fiddle with the pipa to sing Jiangnan ancient songs? Jiang Mei has passed the willow cotton, and it is yellow and wet.
At the end of the first semester, Sang Lan easily won the third place in the whole grade group, while Zhu Lu was exhausted and got the sixth place in the whole grade group. Zhu Qing sighed and sighed, how unfair this heaven is.
Zhu Qing showed Sang Lan the exercises he couldn't do, and asked him to tell them to himself and ask a senior teacher. Sang Lan really looks like a teacher. No matter how difficult the problem is, he can say the steps of solving it smoothly as long as he looks at it once. He usually recites the original contents of politics, history and geography after class. At this time, Zhu Qing was always filled with indignation. Does he really look like a human brain, not a computer? She pouted at him and felt wronged. You know, everyone calls you a genius. Sang Lan hung his head to answer, as light as water. Actually, I don't care much about those reputations. At that time, Zhu Qing was a little sad. She knows that the feeling of detachment is beautiful, but it is even more bleak. Like a mythical emperor, standing on a high mountain overlooking a vast territory. But who knows his inner loneliness?
Sang Lan is so steady and calm, so full of aura, and so gentle and considerate to take care of everyone. Zhu Lu finally asked him, you are so excellent that everyone in your town knows you. What is your life like at school? Sang Lan smiled happily at her. If you want to know, I'll tell you ... At the inter-school meeting, everyone else was sitting under the stage, and I was the only one sitting on the stage with the leader ... Even though I wasn't the host, I didn't read the manuscript and didn't speak. ...
The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. On the Jiangnan road paved with water and clouds, you row a plant of lulan, and the oar sound is still the same, and the white lotus root is full of awning boats. The river is as green as blue, reflecting the clouds and flying swords on the horizon. Your cold pupils are gradually passing through that distant haze. Ying Ge is euphemistic, erhu suona ticks, and Wu Wa is drunk and dancing. The dense water vapor infects dance halls, singing platforms, water meteors, pear flower waterfalls and jasper hairpin. You hold the Palace Mountain in your hand, and your little smile with your head down is like a water lily that suddenly blooms in a thousand-year-old temple. I heard your soft words like a dream, and you said to me, look at Jiangnan, there is no water and no lotus.
So one day, Zhu Lu happened to say that she likes people who are steady and full of aura. Sang Lan's suicide note, do you think I can do it? Bamboo green looked at those while the handwriting laughed, and she remembered the lovely appearance of Sang Lan sitting opposite her and saying this sentence to her.
That day, Zhu Qing asked Sang Lan which university he wanted to enter. Sang Lan wanted to mean to say, Zhejiang University. Zhu Qing was a little dazed in an instant and thought, is that ... Hangzhou? Is that ... Jiangnan? Is that my beloved Jiangnan? After that, Zhu Qing was more diligent. Because, with the direction, you will never drift in the water like duckweed again. She wants to go to the same school as Sang Lan, so that she can see Sang Lanqing's smiling face in the scattered apricot flowers. Sang Lan lovingly said to Zhu Qing, don't be so tired. I feel tired looking at it. On Sang Lan's birthday, Zhu Qing gave him a thick stack of Zhejiang University materials. She copied it to him herself. Zhu Lu told him that I want to go with you, and I want to be a southern woman wearing a floral cheongsam.
The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows. Those red paper lanterns turned over one by one, which proved the traces of time. The vermilion paint on the door of the mansion is broken and withered bit by bit, depicting the cycle of time. The hustle and bustle of Jin Ge Tiema broke the glory in your dream, and the overwhelming bonfire shook your wrinkled eyebrows. You broke your throat, danced your dress, and wiped your tears with a green towel, adding a little charm. Your eyebrows are low, your hands are playing the pipa, but you have changed it to Liu Ci. Where will you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the wind is going to stop. But it is also because of dreams that even decline and blood-stained painting fans have nothing to do with sadness. You and I are still like the first time.
Sang Lan and Zhu Lu both chose the reasons without hesitation when they were in the second year of high school. Sang Lan is still so calm, but Zhu Lu is a little overwhelmed. When encountering those weird exercises, Zhu Lu always doesn't know where to start. Zhu Luben is a relatively weak person in science, and her first foreign language achievement in the whole grade group can't make up for her shortcomings. So the first time in the second year of high school, Zhu Qing was thrown out of sixty. Zhu Lu knows that if she takes this grade again in the final exam, she will be expelled from the experimental class. On that day, Zhu Qing held a report card with tears in her eyes, and her sadness came like a Kuroshio, because Sang Lan also dropped to a dozen places. In this way, they can't realize their ideals. Before going to school, Sang Lan sent a note as usual, asking her to have dinner in the canteen. Zhu Qing didn't reply to him. When the bell rang, she ran out and never looked back.
Along the way, the green grass trees extradited a beautiful return trip, but they were stained with bamboo green's inexplicable tears. Zhu Qing thought while riding a bicycle, I like ... failed deserters ... I delayed him, and I don't want to.
After returning home, Zhu Qing sobbed and said, Mom, I won't eat. I locked myself in my room and wrapped my head in a thick quilt, as if I were going to fall into a deep nightmare, listening to that tragic song all the time. The crackling music is like the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and a man with bright eyes like Sang Sang Lan: Top Gun is a little sad, but it is difficult to keep a few friends. Zhu Qing remembered what the online writer said. Happiness is an unreachable flower on the other side after all, and it will always make people flinch.
Later, Zhu Lu wiped her face and went to study at night. Far away, I saw Sang Lan standing at the school gate. His face is as clear as ever. Zhu Qing wanted to go around from other places, but someone blocked the way from other places, so he had to turn around with his head down and walk towards Sang Lan. He raised his eyes with a scribbled smile and asked, why are you still here? Sang Lan whispered, I have been standing upstairs waiting for you. When I saw you coming, I came down. Zhu Qing suddenly felt a sadness in her heart. How could I ... drag such a good person down ... Her voice shook off one by one with big tears. Let's ... Let's separate. ...
Sang Lan looked down into Zhu Qing's eyes and said softly and firmly, No!
Remember our agreement? Zhu Qing, I won't give up! Never! ! Never! ! ! Never! ! ! ! You don't know. Okay？
Bamboo green looked at Sang Lan's note. Those exaggerated sighs gradually spread on the paper in the eyes of Zhu Qing, like acacia stained with rain. So the memory jingled like a star falling into the water, and the past plot was replayed in my mind like a movie: Sang Lan lent her clothes when Zhu Yeqing was cold; On a rainy day, I asked Zhu Qing if she had an umbrella. Zhu Qing said yes, but Sang Lan didn't believe it. She had to take it out and have a look. Take Zhu Qing to the canteen, help her cook a meal, sit opposite her, constantly give her food, and gently tell her that you are so thin, you should eat more, so you will look better in cheongsam.
The red canal shines on the surface of the water, and Bai Niao turns over the sky. The faded vermilion wooden door is covered with moss vines again, and a red plum gives birth to spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Thin horses carry dreams like ancient beasts and go deep into the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. There was a faint sound of selling flowers in the deep alley, and the green slate spread like bamboo slips, bearing our laughter for many years. Breathing profusely, you asked me with a smile, do you want to prepare rain cups, bamboo sticks and sandals when climbing the mountain? Chinese lanterns hinder the moon, and flying covers hinder the flowers. I don't want the Jade House Pearl Hall, as long as a few wisps of solitary smoke, I will listen to the strings of silk and bamboo, watch the flowing water, watch the fish market in the water town and enjoy the infinite mountains and rivers with you.
Since then, Zhu Lu has asked Sang Lan more than once, what if she was expelled from the key class? What if I can't get into Zhejiang University? And Sang Lan always replied,no. Later, I really couldn't beat her, so I looked at her intently-Sang Lan's eyes were like stars that never set in the sky, so bright that they pointed at people's hearts-and told her that if you were expelled from the experimental class, I would go out with you. Sang Lan smiled, people asked, I said, change the environment and experience life. If, you really can't get into Zhejiang University ... if, if, oh ... then, I will stay with you in Shuobei. Didn't your original ideal be a university in Beijing?
Zhu Qing smiled and said nothing, but thought, Sang Lan, I have told you countless times that you are too like a talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River. I said I would go back to Jiangnan with you, and I will never break my word.
The final exam came as scheduled with the news that Zhejiang University rose to the second place in the comprehensive ranking of colleges and universities in China. Zhu Qing confidently wrote the last full stop on the test paper.
After a short and long holiday, Sang Lan went home. Zhu Qing and Sang Lan spent the whole summer on a telephone line.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . The sound of piccolo in Changfeng, the empty moonlight, the rhythmic sound of rags in the distance, and the rouge-colored fallen flowers gradually fell on the screen of light smoke and flowing water. Draw a picture of the sky, dream back to the agreement, round glutinous rice, plum cake, Papilio. Would you like to sleep, because Jiangnan in the dream can do anything. Orchid is old, Du Ruo is still alive, and I can't erase the slate covered with moss. That Sanqiu cassia seed, a ten-mile lotus flower, can't be a thousand-year legend. I only want to be a poem of Tang and Song Dynasties, and silently guard you in the years to come.
For the first time, Zhu Qing described her imaginary Jiangnan to Sang Lan on the phone, their Jiangnan: the appearance of partridges flapping their wings on the stone bridge beside the running water in the evening bell, the appearance of butterflies flying on the green ridge behind the mud wall on the tile roof, the appearance of bronze incense burners and fireworks curling on the ebony square table, with a bun hanging around their necks, and incomparable girls turning over the ancient style with green hands around their necks. With Sang Lan holding her hand, she walked slowly in the alley paved with bluestone, just like going home together ... Sang Lan always listened quietly when talking to Zhu Qing, and always said the same thing to Zhu Qing before hanging up every time.
At the end of the holiday, Zhu Lu called the teacher to ask for her grades. The teacher told her that she did well in the exam and was eighth in the school. Bamboo green paused in surprise and asked, what about mulberry blue in that season? He didn't play well, ranking fourth in the school. The teacher sighed and replied, in the third year of high school, the staff in our class decided to take the exam in the top 50 of the whole school based on this result, so they stopped flowing. Many people were fired this time, but Zhu Qing was really reassuring ... Zhu Qing held the phone and listened to the teacher's praise for her cleverness and hard work casually. She was watching with rapt attention a group of Bai Niao flying in front of the window, swaying like agitated sails.
What does it look like, except the sandpiper in the wide world! ? Zhu Qing smiled faintly. No, if I become a bird, I am not a wandering Sha Ou, because I am a bluebird, a bluebird, which indicates hope in classical legends.
In a trance, Zhu Qing saw Sang Lan's smile, which spread like a quiet cloud in the sky. Sang Lan's clean and steady voice came with surprise again, repeating what he had repeated countless times this summer. He said:
Zhu Qing, one day, you and I, we will go back to Jiangnan together.
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My home, north of the Yangtze River, is an illusion too far away for me. But I always like looking for photos of Jiangnan. Hongcun and Huizhou ... those black tiles and white walls, quietly scattered and undulating, constitute the lightest splash of ink by the creator. I look at them with infinite joy and dream of living in seclusion in these places one day.
Throughout the previous entries, there are always many people still writing about Jiangnan, which shows that this is an endless topic.
I know that I can't accurately describe those clear and prosperous feelings and feelings for Jiangnan with my clumsy pen. But at least it will be a profound commemoration.
What I want to say is that this is a true story, which happened to my friend. She and he, they are so rational, but they are desperate for their ideals like moths to a flame. Perhaps these beautiful persistence only belong to us in the lush era.
I want to give this document to my best friend-her and another friend of hers. I wish them realize their dream of going to Jiangnan together.
Shuimo Jiangnan
I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I was intoxicated with more than twenty kinds of tender feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. I can't tell the story of vicissitudes, noise or whispers around Jiangnan, but my attachment to Jiangnan will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
Standing on the spiritual soil in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rainy alley and the charm of Jiangnan literary hero flowed. ...
Small bridges and flowing water, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, can't see the truth clearly and can't tell the truth; How many literati heroes have been nourished by running water. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo Yunshui, calligraphy and calligraphy.
The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, a leisurely chess game under a tree and a drunken wine tasting among flowers. It's herbal tea in the court. Green water haunts the white walls, red flowers fall on the blue tiles, and the winding river sings in the morning and at sunset. Take a leaf boat and hold a mugwort, and cross the green mountains and green waters. The two sides of the strait have experienced wind and rain, and they have also experienced eternal gentleness. The clear water bears the traces of vicissitudes.
Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge stands against the clear water, either elegant and chic, or exquisite and elegant. The dilapidated carved columns are printed with traces of time and blend in with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river flow through your fingers and cool into your heart. Yingying clear water, leisurely wooden boat. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
Light smoke and fresh water in the south of the Yangtze River, long grass on the rainy shore, warblers flying in spring, light pink dye, insects whispering, and spring is shining through the curtain. In summer, you can learn something about Luo Shang, go to the Blue Boat alone, pick lotus and lotus fields, laugh and sing softly, and the flowers are as beautiful as water. Autumn phoenix tree, autumn geese flying, chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. In winter, snow depends on jade pieces and thousands of pearls. Yiren is like snow, graceful and pure.
Spring rain shows Jiangnan, which is rainy, especially in spring. Just like Wu Nong's soft words, rain is the soul of Jiangnan culture and the aura of Jiangnan water town. Jiangnan is full of romantic rain. The rain around the Lantern Festival is called lantern rain, which is often the first rain in early spring. The intermittent spring rain is floating around, the grass is growing in Fei Ying, and the clear water is flashing. Then there is apricot blossom and pear blossom rain. After the end of spring, the continuous Huang Meiyu filled the south of the Yangtze River. The rain at night, the flowers in the morning, are deeply intoxicating, and the beautiful and elegant people are reluctant to leave. The drizzle wet a plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The fragrance of flowers on two sleeves gently dances out the unique charm of Jiangnan.
Because the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, the skin of women in the south of the Yangtze River is like snow, and Iraqis are like jade. "Ha, ha, the water is horizontal, and the mountain is frowning. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? Eyebrows and eyes. " A woman like water, like bright eyes like water, is beautiful and gentle, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, and the lilacs were wet by drizzle. For example, they floated along the rain lane with oil-paper umbrellas, "light smoke reflected the curtain, and flowers and willows were boundless", and the rain fragrance curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was like a dream.
Houmen are like the sea, pavilions and waterside pavilions, red-faced tears for you, sleeves stroking the strings, and an eternal charm flows under the snow-like jade, with twists and turns. My thoughts seem to be reversed with time, and I am in the lingering love of become a butterfly thousands of years ago. Gentle Liang Shanbo and Yingtai, disguised as men, studied hard, sat by candlelight at night, talked and laughed, and sent each other on the 18th, writing an earth-shattering legend of butterfly love, which reverberated through the ages.
Jiangnan is full of talented people and countless beautiful women. Tang Bohu is the most famous of the four gifted scholars in Jiangnan. Tang Yin's peerless painters and painters are the best in the world. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all together. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting Chou-heung has become an eternal story. There are countless talented women in Jiangnan, such as Li Qingzhao, Qinhuai, Liu, Dong Xiaowan, Yu, Xue Tao.
Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Perhaps my previous life was the Jiangnan woman who picked lotus, smiled in the faint lotus fragrance and danced lightly in Jiangnan ink painting like a butterfly …