Ting Yu Pavilion
The Orchid Pavilion, perched in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, is like a quiet orchid in an empty valley, floating in the ethereal silk of the south of the Yangtze River, soaked in the poetry of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, standing proudly in the orchid Mount Nagisa. Orchid Pavilion gathers the spirit of thousands of years of sun and moon, and accumulates the tranquility and elegance of thousands of years, and the fragrance of calligraphy and ink flows.
The vicissitudes of life flow like an orchid stream. The years in the empty valley are always eternal, and the reincarnation of thousands of years is only in an instant! In the dream, I vaguely returned to Lanting again. The mood cannot be concealed. Listening to the refreshing flute sound, I am so attached to it and my thoughts are immersed in it.
Orchid Pavilion is a beautiful landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, with quiet bamboo forests, gurgling streams, patches of green, mist, and misty rain, which is as poetic as picturesque. The wind blows through the bamboo forest and plays the strings of the piano, and you can smell the fresh and moist aroma in the air, where the fragrance of flowers and books blend together. Walking along the bamboo path of Orchid Pavilion, I feel relaxed.
The ethereal curtain woven by the lingering drizzle, and the mist-like smoke drifting from the valley, make the mountains, rivers, bamboo forests, flowers and plants move in the void, and the verdant bamboo forests are in the rain. Playing the sounds of nature, it feels like a fairyland. The Orchid Pavilion in the misty rain is poetic and ethereal. In the drizzle, I truly appreciated the pure and quiet Orchid Pavilion.
The water in Goose Pond is clear and clear. Liushang Pavilion is simple and desolate. In front of the pavilion, a clear and winding stream flows, with bluestones stacked on the bank. The ripples caused by the raindrops falling on the water are like "the meandering water drinking wine, drinking wine and chanting, reciting the secret love freely, which is a joy to believe." The scene more than a thousand years ago seems to be reflected in the stream.
Walking in the world of mortals, I am willing to stop my trek and let my soul calmly merge into the "Orchid Pavilion". In the tranquility, the quiet Orchid Pavilion casts a clear reflection in the lake of my heart. Lanting Yuxie, you are the eternal temple in my heart! I wish that on every flowery evening, moonlit night, and snowy morning, I can drink the meandering water, enjoy the clear rhythm in the wind, watch the light clouds, enjoy the long shadows of bamboo, listen to the drizzle, and smell the fragrance of orchids... ..
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Ink Jiangnan
Small bridges, flowing water, and houses overflow in the ink Jiangnan. It is difficult to see what is true and what is false, and what is true cannot be distinguished. ; The water-based flow has nourished the minds of many literati and heroes. Enjoy reading the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of Lingbo water, and the fragrance of calligraphy.
The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, it is playing chess leisurely under the trees, and drinking wine drunkenly among the flowers. It is a leisurely sipping of tea in the courtyard. Green water surrounds the white walls, flowers fall on the green tiles, and the meandering river sings softly in the early morning and sunset. Take a small boat to support a piece of mugwort, travel through the green mountains and green waters, and silently read the history of thousands of years of Jiangnan and the drifting of eternal tenderness. What a clear water carries is the traces and vicissitudes of the passing years.
In the south of the Yangtze River with light smoke and fresh water, and on the embankment with drizzle and drizzle, the spring grass grows and orioles fly, the pink is lightly dyed, insects and swallows whisper, and the spring curtains shine through. In summer, I take off my clothes lightly, get on an orchid boat alone, pick lotuses in the lotus field, smile lightly and chant, and the delicate flowers shine in the water. In the autumn, the silk rain falls on the sycamore trees, in the clear autumn the wild geese fly, and the fragrant chrysanthemums float leisurely under the eastern fence. In winter, the snow is covered with emeralds, and a thousand trees are covered with pearls. The beauty is like snow, graceful and pure.
Due to the humid climate in Jiangnan, the women of Jiangnan have skin as solid as snow and beautiful women as jade. "The water is like the waves in the eyes, and the mountains are like the frowning peaks of the eyebrows. I want to ask pedestrians where to go? Where the eyebrows are full." A woman like water, with bright eyes like water, smart and gentle, as elegant and refined as the fairy Lingbo. A woman from the south of the Yangtze River walks slowly on the ancient bluestone road of the town. The drizzle drizzles on the lilacs. If she holds an oil-paper umbrella and walks along the rain alley, "a screen of smoke spreads like a forest, and the light flowers and willows are boundless." The fragrance of rain curls into the bead curtain, and the clear shadow is like a dream.
The Houmen is like the sea, with pavilions and waterside pavilions, beautiful women full of tears, water sleeves lightly brushing the strings of the piano, and an eternal pure rhyme flows under the snow-like jade hands, and the soft intestines turn hundreds of times. My thoughts seem to go back in time, and I am in the lingering butterfly love that happened thousands of years ago. The gentle Liang Shanbo and his Yingtai classmate disguised themselves as men, studied hard, held candles at night, talked and laughed, and saw each other off at the age of eighteen. They wrote a touching legend of butterfly love that has echoed through the ages.
Jiangnan is a feng shui land with countless talents and beauties. Among the four great talents in Jiangnan, the most famous is Tang Bohu. Tang Yin's unique paintings and calligraphy are among the best. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all masters. The touching love story of Tang Bohu touching Qiuxiang has become a legend through the ages. Ink painting Jiangnan, there are endless descriptions of Bai Mei and endless paintings of thousands of colors.
Maybe in my previous life, I was the girl from Jiangnan who picked lotus, smiling lightly in the faint fragrance of lotus, dancing like a butterfly in Jiangnan ink...
Well, I love Jiangnan more.