1, Jiangnan love
Who tapped on the screen window in the dream of March?
How charming is the empty rain lane in the smoke building of Shili Changting?
Loneliness, loneliness, fragrance, who is playing sadness in the empty corner?
The sadness of complaining about the flute's unintentional soaking in the wind has touched the lonely sadness for thousands of years.
Tender feelings, dark lilacs, delicate fragrance, missing tears.
Love has no intention to bounce off the dusty beauty and meet you in this foggy rainy season.
I have a little bit of your spirit in my heart, but why are you only hesitating silently ahead?
Lose the loss in your dreams and erase the indulgence in your heart.
In this inseparable breeze and drizzle, I can find the memory of my past life in the stranded wind-
Jiangnan Xiao Lou listens to the rain at night. Author: Cui Changping
The drizzle gently weaves the spring night, and the quiet Jiangnan alley vaguely sings.
Like a wisp of smoke floating in a dimly lit water town-
I can't hide my thoughts, standing on the arch bridge in March with an oil-paper umbrella.
Listen to the quiet sound of mud-slowly across your eyes.
The moon window shaded by bamboo fence fills a gap-
There is a dragonfly on your head.
Like a misty rain shaking mulberry bud, I deeply understand-
The mood of leaning against the window and counting flowers
Li Zishu in front of the court has clear footsteps.
In early summer, when we get together leisurely, it becomes a lifelong dream.
You, when you open the window of the porch, the smoke in Trillie drops and songbirds sing.
Memories of the plum rain dripping on the lotus pond, intertwined into a circle and a circle.
There will always be a shallow image.
I came here along the Grand Canal, where there were ice floes-
Stop by your side at night, and don't want sadness to disturb the rainy night.
Familiar breath can be recalled-intimate years.
I hope the rain will stop in the Ming Dynasty, and I hope Qingshi Lane in early spring. I want to hear it again-
Selling flowers sounds like apricots.
2. Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
She was sad in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Sighing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Like a sad and confused dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Sighing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
3. Jiangnan Whispers (Poetry Group)
1.
Waiting for those little swallows to fly from the south.
In the spring of April, I watched the rain flowing down the eaves.
Watching a child fall asleep at dusk in the foggy south of the Yangtze River.
At that time, I took an umbrella from the West Lake and went south by ferry with you.
You drift eastward.
In the dream, the distant northland makes you no longer envy Jiangnan.
2.
Looking at the graceful figure of Jiangnan girls, I fell asleep.
I will be with you in Okawabe, on the boat on the Yanbo River, looking for them one by one.
Champion, champion, champion
Those girls and women had eyebrows in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
The faint sadness of Jinguancheng.
(This is that-
Bai Juyi's Jiangnan, the Jiangnan where the scenery once seemed familiar.
Su Dongpo's "Jiangnan" sang "Dajiangdong" to the Jiangnan where the waves were exhausted.
Li Qingzhao's Jiangnan was miserable when it was warm and cold.
That was Jiangnan many years ago.
From south to north, from north to south, the wind blows every year.
Jiangnan, cold and windy.
Being shamelessly trampled by aliens.
Many innocent people died in Jiangnan during the war.
It is the charming and bleak Jiangnan where the soldiers who left their hometown fought.
(Yes-
Jiangnan in the past, Jiangnan in the dream, Jiangnan now.
Rebuild after painful bloodshed and tears
My parents love me, cultivate me, hope me and raise me in Jiangnan.
Is a land and people, always dense, pregnant, evergreen Jiangnan)
3.
South of the Yangtze river
Riding on a thin leaf
Come back with fallen flowers in your arms.
Come back with a scarlet on the black land.
It's the homecoming of those wanderers with tears in their eyes.
If so, would you?
I'll take you to see the scenery in Jiangnan.
4.
January Jiangnan
I hold your hand and listen to the thin chirp of the soil on the cold embankment.
In February, the willows in the fields by the stream have begun to wake up.
In March, they began to make up and went to the tailor's shop to cut a suitable dress.
In April, they wore beautiful coats and were affectionate.
Seduce teenagers and men who start to grow up.
And those birds, frogs, flowers and grass are also shouting.
Wait until May.
What will be a vibrant Jiangnan?
Children in June never go to bed early and get up late.
Their numbers passed from village to village.
Cross from one field to another.
Sometimes I will herd cattle on the hillside and take a fishing boat.
Embracing the weak bones of the pink girl I love, listening to all kinds of sounds of nature.
Play flute and piano.
See Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi very much in love)
In July, the crops in the field are ripe.
Pick up a handful of ears of rice and look at the white geese and ducks in Xiang Tiange.
Men, men who drink white wine.
Call his wife and children at the dinner table at dusk.
This is a family that began to enjoy life after a hard day's work.
In August and September, a woman's figure shuttled through fields and pastures.
At the threshing floor and the market, at night, as usual.
Lying in his man's arms warmly.
My hometown is in Jiangnan.
Vines are homesick in their hearts.
Began to grow wildly in the spring rain
The winter jasmine in the north is in bloom.
Think of Jiangnan fall.
Drifting spring rain, one after another.
Umbrella blossoms in the rainy lane.
So is the girl's face under the umbrella.
Bloom a spring smile
It's so beautiful, delicate and fragrant.
These are blooming roses and jasmine flowers.
The bright moon drifted in during Qin dynasty.
Xinghai in the night sky at home
The moon flows out of the spring.
Bathed in the clouds in the sky
Misty rain depicts my hometown.
Chinese Brush Painting
Mountain peaks are inserted into clouds, and Yunshan is like a dream.
It's a mirage in the misty rain.
I heard the sound of rice seedlings sprouting.
Smell the smell of wheat waves
I saw Yin Fei nesting in front of the hall in spring.
Look at the lark flying high.
Touch the blue sky and taste the spring.
Mountains and forests, trees.
Meditate in the rain and fog
White walls and mountains loom in the bamboo forest.
The village girl walked on the stone road in the rain.
Like a stream flowing with spring water.
Light footsteps crushed the figure in the water.
The laughter of the village girl was washed in the stream.
The stream sleeps with childhood fairy tales.
The homesickness of the heart lake is floating in the sky.
The girl's singing overflowed.
The happiness of mountains and slopes
High mountains and flowing water sing the beautiful scenery of hometown.
My heart is saturated with the sweetness of my hometown.
Stepping on the muddy road in spring.
Lead a group of flowers in full bloom
Spring warbler sings the song of new spring.
This is a local accent, collision
My eardrum, arousing
My memory of my hometown
The shepherd's flute is trembling in the spring breeze.
The bamboo forest shook out the freshness of the morning breeze.
Birds sing to wake up the sleeping mountain village.
The grass tripped and the cowbell grazed.
Breeze dancing, gray fog curtain
The drizzle dresses up the castle peak forest.
There are intoxicating flowers everywhere.
This is my hometown in Jiangnan.
5. Think about Jiangnan.
I miss Jiangnan. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili lotus.
Miss Jiangnan, willow painting bridges, people sleeping in the water.
How I miss Jiangnan! A small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a small town is like a fleeting time.
In the long and short lanes of the town.
Passing by, a girl with a lilac knot.
With an oil-paper umbrella
Wandering on the bridge
How I want to, in the apricot blossom spring rain, I crossed the south of the Yangtze River.
Think more, alone, since childhood.
In that white wall, Diva.
Mianshui renjia de yard
A damp patio
Sunbathing every day
A courtyard paved with blue bricks
There is a world, reading and writing.
Water the flowers and plants on the wall and watch the bamboo go straight into the patio.
Grow up slowly, become introverted and delicate.
Like those literati who walk out of the courtyard
Come out in the direction of the river.
A girl with a lilac knot.
She finally got out of the white wall of the deva
The pillow man came out.
Wearing a blue print dress
Xiaohua Mall turned and ran in front of her.
She was blown dry by the wrinkled water.
Sized printed coarse clothes
There are flowers and butterflies.
Her tall and thin figure wrinkled in the water.
The wind shook her long hair.
The wind blew through her blue printed skirt.
She looked up at the cloud and it stopped.
It's a sunny morning.
6, Jiangnan love
Xiaoxiangyue, glass cup, jade pipa, Bai Peipei,
Drink a bottle on the moon, look at the empty moon in the Guigong, and stay drunk alone!
I wanted to play the song "Clothes and Feathers", but tears fell and I cried.
A few people know that flowers bloom and fall, a one-man show!
Jin Tan Qian Qian listened quietly, dimly lit. Do you remember?
So far, I remember the quatrains, but Jiangdong, Ning haunts!
Dream back to the magpie fairy, marriage is willing to knot, empty.
Miss the red beans and break the bridge stream, and the water pulse is inch by inch.
The original painting is faint, listening to the rain, pretending to be a heartbroken person in Qinhuai.
Who plays the pipa? It's also the end of the world.
A bottle of drunkenness makes you sad! Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, rain bell,
Sleeping with the wind, remembering Man Fang Ting and Qinyuanchun!
I hope the dream of rejuvenation will last for a long time!
Willows fall in love, flowers fall in love with butterflies, and spring in a hearty love is like brocade.
A curtain of dreams draws people.