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 lane 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.
The spring rain shows Jiangnan, which is rainy, especially the misty rain 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 …
Jiangnan, I'm back.
A thousand years.
The vicissitudes of the world around us, the stories circulating in the noise or whisper, can't be explained clearly, only my infatuation with you will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
This long and fleeting time has made me ups and downs, but I clearly remember your beautiful face.
I persist in this world only because of you, and your jokes are still spinning in the time and space in my memory.
Jiangnan, do you remember that arrogant teenager who always likes to wear a sword around his waist? At that time, I thought I was an indomitable spirit and disdained to indulge in the warmth of children. But when I came to Jiangnan from a dusty place, in the spring breeze of the willow green path flower bed, red tea was all over the building, soft smiles, butterflies flying and Yinger singing, which was charming everywhere, softening my arrogance. Heroes are short of breath, and children are affectionate. How can I resist the beauty of your amorous feelings and indulge in this charming and gentle country after all!
People don't waste their youth. At that time, I was a teenager after all!
The spring breeze is green, and the willow breeze is still gentle and charming, which is a good scenery in Jiangnan! How I want to hug you again, wandering in this boundless romantic moon, but I can't find the ferry you once watched enthusiastically in my footsteps.
Where are you? In this thousand years, I will come back to you every spring. I've looked everywhere in Jiangnan.
Every time I see your figure in a trance, it seems that I can still hear your cheerful and light humming, but I can't capture your true trace.
I can't find you and you won't recognize me. I'm not that high-spirited teenager anymore.
Too long, Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, why are you no longer what I remember?
In the dream water town, the water is no longer weak, and the sound of pulp stirs the river water thicker than rice wine. Jiangnan water town, you echo the endless sighs of many people when they dream back at midnight. Why don't you shout and rush, and it always flows so slowly? What are you hesitating about? What are you sighing about?
Too many flowers, too much water, dazzling colors, can not see the truth clearly, can not tell the truth; In the flow of water, too many people's passionate dreams are shattered and finally become illusory.
Jiangnan, I thought you would always be my motherland.
I spent my best youth in the cleansing of your apricot blossom spring rain and the blowing of willow spring breeze, and wrote my purest and most affectionate infatuation in the snuggling with you.
But even after all, I can't lock the top gun in the blood of teenagers.
More and more eager to return to the place where the north wind blows, to the place where there are sandstorms and elves. Jiangnan glutinous rice wine is too sweet, too greasy and too soft to cheer me up. It will only drown out the high spirits of Mr. Xie, a young man, who killed him. I've been addicted for too long.
Ride a horse to kill the enemy, make meritorious deeds!
I'm still hesitating how to speak. You already know that parting has finally come.
Without you, my soul can't settle down. You must have no idea how much I miss you. How to find your warmth in the fire in the biting wind and rain, and how to read the shadow between the windows as you when you dream back at midnight.
I always fantasize about capturing your silence at a certain moment, and that you will come to me at a certain moment, light and beautiful, laughing and laughing. How can I hold you in my arms with open arms without waiting?
You are in my heart. And I, at the end of the world.
You came to our parting bridge year after year and watched the road silently for a long time. I promised that I would come back to pick you up when the peach trees by the bridge grow to the corner of the bridge pavilion and the flowers are full of trees.
Only the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River comes as scheduled every year, as thin as falling. Under the gentle nourishment of the rain, the peach blossoms bloom freely every year, but the boy with the sword never appeared again. The road is getting more and more lively, but you are getting more and more lonely.
Spring rain, peach blossoms, these elves in the south of the Yangtze River, decorate the joy of small bridges and flowing water, breed the vitality of old bricks and tiles, but wither your little joy.
Jiangnan, I didn't break my oath!
I thought I could come back to you proudly after I fulfilled my teenage ambition. How can I think that the world is out of my control? My lofty sentiments cannot fulfill my destiny, and my blood can only be ruthlessly cooled by the north wind.
The temples are slightly frosty, and the teenager is old. The sword at the waist is rusty.
Looking back on the bleak road, I realized that I was so lonely.
Jiangnan, can I return to your warmth?
Year after year, you remind me with the sprouting of branches and buds and the dancing of catkins: Spring is here, remember that Jiangnan is waiting for you?
The exquisite garden is still too depressing. The narrow pavilion locks deep loneliness, but it can't lock your increasingly hopeless sadness. After years of waiting, your expectations day and night have finally been abandoned.
Jiangnan, I'm too late.
I shuttled through pavilions and villages, ancient towns, and I recognized them one by one among the peach blossoms and flowing water. What fascinated me never appeared. Spring breeze is wanton, spring flowers are brilliant, but I am sad. I dare not shout, my inner weakness makes me afraid and uneasy. I hesitate in the willow spring breeze.
Which one was knocked off when I was holding your hand? Where is the sofa where we burned out the red candle?
It was agreed that I should be the one who lifted your red veil!
Where the hell are you?
I am the one who loves you the most and deviates from you!
A thousand years later, do you still hate me angrily? You're still angry, don't you forgive me?
I failed your tenderness and ruined your lady. It took me a thousand years to regret it!
But a thousand years of regret can't change the beauty of your youth!
I finally understand the sadness you are waiting for in endless regret, and finally hear your deep sigh in the loneliness that hurts the bone marrow.
Jiangnan, how can I identify the past stories in reality? Can I believe those clips? How can those scattered and rusted old things be put back into a real memory?
Who can find the beauty of Jiangnan, rewrite those sad stories, let the past come back, recover our wasted time, make up for our mistakes, and re-complete the beauty we missed in youth and frivolous?
Nobody will care about me anymore.
I am a rootless person after all!
I will always be a stranger.
Jiangnan, can I really never find you again?
That young man with a sword won't know that what he said in your ear was to be realized with his life.
Anyway, I washed away the lead and cleaned my heart, and finally I can keep my promise with you in my late regret.
Jiangnan, I will never betray you again. I will come back every year with apricot blossoms and misty rain, waiting for your beauty to reappear in a spring.
Jiangnan, my love for you is eternal because of this regret and waiting.