Knowing Jiangnan
(a)
The water is beautiful, the mountain is clear and the eyebrows are far away from the long, return to lean on the small cabinet window. The winds of spring do not understand the rain of Jiangnan, laughing at the rainy alley to find customers to taste.
(2)
I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, the road travelers want to break their hearts. Who knows Jiangnan no drunkenness, laughing at the spring breeze ten miles of incense.
Gangnam is good
Gangnam is good, the scenery is old and familiar.
The sunrise river flowers like fire,
Spring river water green as blue.
Can you not remember the south of the river?
This is a poem by Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, who praised Jiangnan.
Du Mu, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, described the beauty of Jiangnan in this way:
The four hundred and eighty temples in the south of the country are in the midst of the smoky rain of many buildings and platforms.
Later generations have also praised the poetry of Jiangnan, such as Wei Zhuang wrote his feelings about Jiangnan:
Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but the tourists are only Jiangnan old.
Spring water is blue in the sky, the painting boat listening to the rain sleep.
The shop side is like the moon, white wrist condensation double snow.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and I was a young woman, and I was a young woman.
The female lyricist Huangfu Song depicted Jiangnan from a female perspective:
Idle dreams of the plum ripening day in Jiangnan,
The night boat blowing the flute in the rain.
People talk about the bridge by the stage.
How good is Jiangnan?
There is a story to illustrate this: during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Chen Bozhi rebelled against Liang and fled to the north, and his good friend Qiu Chi even persuaded him to do so with a letter, which reads,
In March of the late spring, the grass grows long in the south of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of flowers, and warblers are flying about. This sentence triggered Chen Bozhi's homesickness, and finally returned to Liang.
2. Sentences describing the scenery of JiangnanSentences describing the scenery of Jiangnan: 1: The beauty of sleep is pleasant to win massage, Jiangnan October gas is still and.
The heavy curtain is not rolled to keep the fragrance for a long time, the ancient inkstone is slightly concave to gather a lot of ink. 2: Jiangnan style bone, the sky water into blue, the sky to teach the wish and the body is not.
3: your thoughts have become a disaster, the lonely index like electricity prices rise, heartache comes like a gas shortage spreading, the extent of flooding like rain and snow all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, come to disaster relief, the congestion between us love road quickly snatched! Walk one night, Jiangnan, good morning! 5: spring warmth and blossoming heart happy, Ying Ge Yan dance trekking busy, another year of spring benefits, rain and smoke all over the fragrance of the Jiangnan. Spring rain drops drop auspicious, spring wind blowing up warm room, spring thunder burst shake spirit, spring flowers welcome happiness open.
The spring equinox is a good luck, the flowers bloom rich and happy long! 6: Let me use the most clear lines one by one outline the limp dancing charm, let me use the most elegant sentiment counting the six petals exquisite wonderful, in the ten thousand feet in the red dust, folding up the years of the flowers, to go to the dream of the Jiangnan rain and smoke, drunken red dust weak water! The wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starry villages are not sunken boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river.8: Jiangnan spring snow most affectionate, snow most of the clear sky; sunshine does not feel the cold, the green tiles of the remaining snow to cause people pain; eliminate the sound of the snow good into the dream, the water drops in front of the steps to the daybreak; sitting on the coverlet was remembering the haze, the equinox of the Nianjun love! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite place.
The long, long fishing song, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft. Listen! The rain hit the banana when the dots, the men and women to chat when the Wu Nong soft language, the rain fell on the eaves of the silk; see! That a plain-clothed fisherwoman scattered nets, the gray sideburns of the fisherman smoke smoke, the green hills and blue water reflected in the smoke wave Jiangnan ......9: mother's life, is the most ordinary Jiangnan woman's life.
The passing of life, there will not be too many people remember. But for her sons and daughters, it is the memory of a lifetime, will not forget, and can not forget.
10: On that rainy day, holding an umbrella. There is not a trace of joy in my heart, nor sadness quietly stepped on the Broken Bridge, looking at the elves falling from the sky in the lake lightly buckle out of the circle ripples.
Of course, there are also some lightly knocked the lotus leaves after the drop into the West Lake. At this time, from the surface of the lake gradually floated a layer of gauze-like fog.
This Jiangnan fog gently blurred the distant traces of ...... but more and more looks poetic. I would not have had the talent to title to the West Lake.
If better, from the other side of the Broken Bridge came a woman of Jiangnan. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog.
But I can guess the serenity of her heart ...... Then, we did not speak, we are quietly looking at each other, there is something to be learned.11: Who is it that banished the love of love, let it be uprooted in the red dust? Who dusted off the clear sky clouds, sadness in the midnight of a poem que? Once, there are your days, the heart of the dictionary is not lonely, no sadness, there is just write endless Jiangnan poetic, Road is not finished Jiangnan tenderness.
12:13: The Spring Festival drove the mountainous countryside, all the way to see the national wind. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The yellow river up and down the rice-planting song dance, the Great Wall inside and outside the sound of hoofbeats. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
I wish you Spring Festival Yakshi! 14: Jiangnan autumn rain dashing sprinkle, Jiangbei snow drifting down, in a foreign land traveler, suddenly got to know the worry as hemp, snowflakes cold fall in China, I would like to this text message table attachment. My closest friends, take care of your body! 15: rain hate clouds worry, Jiangnan is still called beautiful.
--Wang Yucheng "point Jiangliao" 16: phoenix platform phoenix tour, negative and go, a night of bitter waiting, since the Jiangnan Jiangbei, ten thousand miles of mourning. 17: between the years do not talk about away from the Yang, the Jiangnan rain and smoke in your uncertainty and sorrow, pouring melancholy.
Light sadness, light overflowing Qingyi diffuse in the dust, waiting for you to return to the stormy journey, come back, embrace the drunken dream laughter, scrolls drink a cup of peach wine. Peach blossom fragrance filled, drunk with the moon, drunk on earth, fingertip condensation volume containing incense, a dove letter, the end of the night, shine in the sky, thousands of miles with a dream; smile sweetly, shallow writing loneliness, do not speak of sadness, red dust is vast, easy rhyme is difficult to, fingertip bloom flowers, I am in the depths of the red dust quietly waiting for you, straight to the end of days and the age of the world, the mountains are not pronged, the sky and the earth together, the only language with the king to be dead!18: The spring breeze is green again on the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, the bright moon when to shine me back.
-- Wang Anshi 19: Xisai mountain before the white heron fly, everyone said Jiangnan good. The Peach Blossom River and Mandarin Fish are fat, and the taste of the world is pure happiness.
Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, people are not dashing in vain. The wind and rain do not need to return, life must be happy.
I wish you all the best, happy forever. 20: The rain is that intoxicating rain, but also the rain of Jiangnan, so gentle.
Not like rain, but like a wisp of white hazy smoke, diffuse in the sky and earth, covered with flowers and grass. A few of the green waves, sometimes thick and sometimes light, became more subtle.
As if always want to let people unveil it, to find the wonderland. Lake, neon lights on, send a hint of a hint of light red, light blue, yellow color, in the distance and like in the thin clouds through the droplets of starlight, so that the West Lake has added a few new ideas.
Meng Meng's West Lake, is not that light makeup and thickly painted Xizi? The description of the landscape of Jiangnan 60 sentences description of the landscape of Jiangnan 60 sentences 21: Snow comes to the snowflake descending, the north and south of the river wearing silver. The wind is spreading the white flowers on the branches, and the temperature is dropping, and the birds and animals are hiding.
Quickly put on the thick winter clothes, don't worry about the bloated hard to see the light. The first thing you need to do is to get a good health, and you'll be able to live a long and happy life.
Snow, remember to add clothes Oh! 22: everyone said Jiangnan good, tourists only Jiangnan old. The spring water is blue in the sky, the painting boat listening to the rain sleep.
-- Weizhuang "Jiangnan good" 23: Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tian Tian. Fish play between the lotus leaves, fish play lotus leaves east, fish play lotus leaves west. 24: Release the dove of peace, let happiness fly over the five continents and all over the world, plant olive branches, let happiness bloom all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, full of peace flags, so that the stability of the whole world, the world peace day, may the world be at peace, the human race is happy and well-being! 25: The rain of the plum rain has been raining for days, and all the things of the south of Jiangnan were covered by the curtain of the sheer rain.
26: You use the green silk tape on my heart knot, Jiangnan's water brimming with your eyes, you have been the water source of my life, moist my dry sight. The smoke and rain of the red dust, a little bit of the tears of the departed.
27: The sky is gray and cloudy, a glance, look through, look through, hazy piece. The rainy season in Jiangnan, adding a mysterious atmosphere.
Raindrops hit the oil paper umbrella, broken.
3. Sentences about the description of the scenery of JiangnanSentences about the description of the scenery of Jiangnan are as follows: Jiangnan scenery, West Lake Bridge, smoke and rain, I want to use all the vocabulary in the world, but I found that this can not be depicted in words, just because you are here, this is the earth Penglai! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the scenery of the south of the river.
Under the peach tree you , the scenery is infinite.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The botanical garden is the largest existing garden in Suzhou in the classical garden, the whole garden to the water as the center, the mountains and water lingering, the halls and beautifully, flowers and trees, with a strong Jiangnan Han water town characteristics. The first string of the clear sound, smoke and rain into the Jiangnan.
Boat point ink, stained rivers and mountains. All over the world, how many heroes and **** talk, less Langzhi, Xing drunken appendage.
Jiangnan summer solstice, full of smoke and rain, once the rain, the air contains grass wet cool, out of the door from time to time in the alleys came low long sound of selling flowers; Occasionally bundled hair such as a bun of women, a light-colored shirt, lapel pinned with a small white flower, idle out of the white walls of the black tiles, the rhyme of a poem strolling to the fascinating Jiangnan, through the poets flowery coloring of the pen, it seems to be even more exciting to shake. The reason for the shake, in addition to the scenery of the beautiful, I'm afraid that this is also due to the beautiful, different from a garden attractions, is limited to a corner, but because of this beautiful is spread on a large piece of land.
Smell a song, a piano, piano Xiao Xiao, finger flying. Revisit the old scene, much love Jiangnan water color; the old man dream far away, *** drunk remnants of the sun emblem ink.
It is the good scenery of Jiangnan, the falling flower season and meet the Secretary. The most beautiful place in the human spring, just as the Secretary smile like flowers.
Dashing Pavilion, clear and empty house. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Bamboo in front of the court, the wind shaking a faction of the sound of the Pei Huan; curtains outside the strange flowers, the sunshine of a thousand layers of embroidered color. The pine shade into the threshold of the piano book moist, mountain color invasion of the pillow woven mat cool.
What do you think of the coolness, what is the wind. In the past, when the rain was falling, the water color of Jiangnan, the smoke line willow color, the umbrella stick to stand.
The end of the world, the end of the smoke and ink, all the scenery. Xiangyang City is located on the south bank of the Han River, surrounded by water on three sides, one side of the mountains, is a beautiful, pleasant scenery of the ancient city, due to the "city in the sun of the Xiangshui, so it is also called Xiangyang.
Life is just like this long scroll, the birth of life, the mind is just a white flawless canvas, white, is the original color of life. He gave you unlimited space to copy.
You can brush the landscape on it, the pavilion and water pavilions, Jiangnan rain, the snowy plains of the north, the desert beacons, you pass through every part of the landscape are in the painting. Jiangnan good, the scenery of the old once familiar; sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river water green as blue.
Can not remember Jiangnan? The vast thousands of miles of Jiangnan, the yellow warbler singing happily, clumps of green trees reflecting the clusters of red flowers; villages along the water, according to the mountains of the city, the wine flag in the wind, one by one in the hope.
4. Description of the scenery of Jiangnan sentenceJiangnan good Bai Juyi
Jiangnan good, the scenery of the old once knew; sunrise river flowers red hot, spring to the river green as blue. The first time I saw it, it was a very good place to be.
Remembering the South - Huangfu Song
Orchid embers fall, the screen dark red banana. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
Looking at the South River / remembering the South River - Wang Qi
The shore of the South River, the clouds and trees half sunny. The sails are old, and the tide is still falling, and the sun is still falling. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The rise and fall of things, a thousand years a dip in the lapel. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the city.
Jiangnan grass, such as seeds and description. Deep reflection of the fallen flowers warbler tongue mess, green fascinated by the Nanpu passenger soul disappearance. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the city.
The wind wants to turn, the soft state is not better than the delicate. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Jiangnan water, river road to the flat sand. The rain clears up and the high smoke collects the veil, the wind clears up and the fine waves spit out the cold flowers. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy.
Fame and fortune, wandering not yet home. The rows of animals are at the end of the world.
The swallows of the South, the breeze of the embroidered curtains. The new society of the pond in February, the old nest of the palace of the six dynasties is empty. The fly down to the west and east.
Wang Xie's house, once in the beautiful hall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Gangnam Moon, the night full of western buildings. When the clouds fall open, ice spit identification, the depths of the waves of jade Shen hooks. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've been doing.
The starry sky, the wind and dew into the new fall. The cinnamon doesn't know how to fall hate, the vegetarian should believe that the parting sorrow. The sky **** long.
Jiangnan wine, where the flavor is strong. Drunken lying in the spring breeze in the deep alleys, the dawn search for fragrant pennants east of the small bridge. Bamboo leaves are full of golden clocks.
Sandalwood board drunk, people flour red. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
Jiangnan snow, light vegetarian cut clouds. The agar tree suddenly surprised early spring, plum blossoms feel cold at dawn. The cold shadow is not a good idea.
Toad Jade is very, the night is good to see again. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Jiangnan rain, the wind sent full of long river. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The first time I saw this, I was in front of a mountain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pillow with chopsticks, and the second thing you need to do is to get your hands on a wooden boat. The smoke and waves are far away from each other.
Jiangnan bamboo, clear and moist absolute fiber. The deep path wants to stay double phoenix sleep, the backyard is reflected in the small peach open. The wind and moon shadow wandering.
Cold jade thin, frost and snow letter urging each other. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Jiangnan Han Anonymous
Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tian Tian. Fish play lotus leaves, fish play lotus leaves east, fish play lotus leaves west,
Fish play lotus leaves south, fish play lotus leaves north.
Knowing Jiangnan
(a)
The water is beautiful, the mountains are clear, and the eyebrows are far away from the long, returning to lean on the small pavilion window. The winds of spring do not understand the rain of Jiangnan, laughing at the rainy alley to find customers to taste.
(2)
I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, the road travelers want to break their hearts. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, and then you have to pay for it.
Du Mu, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, described the beauty of Jiangnan in this way:
The four hundred and eighty temples in the south of the country, how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
Later generations have also praised the poetry of Jiangnan, such as Wei Zhuang wrote his feelings about Jiangnan:
Everyone says Jiangnan is good, the tourists are only Jiangnan old.
Spring water is blue in the sky, the painting boat listening to the rain sleep.
The shop side is like the moon, white wrist condensation double snow.
Before you get old, don't go back to your hometown, but go back to your hometown and break your heart.
How good is Jiangnan?
There is a story to illustrate: during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Chen Bozhi rebelled against Liang and fled to the north, and his good friend Qiu Chi even persuaded him with a letter, which reads,
March in the late spring, the grass grows long in the south of the river, and the trees are full of flowers, and the warblers fly about. This sentence triggered Chen Bozhi's homesickness, and finally returned to Liang.
5. Sentences describing the scenery of Jiangnan do not verseFor many years, the lingering beauty of Jiangnan in my mind, always Zhu Ziqing's essay "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond".
Original text The heart is quite unsettled these days. Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered the day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon, there should be another look it.
The moon is gradually rising, the wall of the road on the children's laughter, has been inaudible; wife in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my overshirt and took the door with me and went out.
Along the lotus pond is a winding little coal-chip road. It is a secluded road; less traveled in the daytime, and even more lonely at night.
On all sides of the pond, there are many trees, luxuriant and luxuriant. On the other side of the road, there are some willows and some trees whose names are unknown.
On nights when there is no moonlight, the road is gloomy and a bit scary. Tonight, however, it is fine, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, pacing (duo) with my hands behind my back. It was as if this piece of heaven and earth were mine; it was as if I had gone beyond my usual self to another world.
I love to be lively and calm; I love to live in groups and be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of anything, I can not think of anything, I feel free.
The things that must be done during the day, the things that must be said, can now be ignored. This is the best thing about being alone, and I'm going to take advantage of this boundless lotus scent and moonlight.
Above the curved lotus pond, the view is of the field of leaves.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly (niǎo, nuó) open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. The breeze, sent a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building of the remote song.
At this time, the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave marks.
Under the leaves is the pulse (mò) of the water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style. The moonlight, like running water, cascades silently over this leaf and flower.
A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; they were like a dream covered with a light veil.
Although it was a full moon, there was a layer of light clouds in the sky, so it did not shine; but I thought it was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a special flavor as well. The moonlight was shining through the trees, the high bushes, falling mottled black shadows, like ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willow, but also like painting on the lotus leaves.
The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on the Van Shui (ē) Ling (English violin). On all sides of the pond, near and far, high and low, are trees, and the willows are the most numerous.
These trees will be a lotus pond heavily surrounded; only in the side of the path, the leakage of a few sections of the gap, as if specially for the moonlight left.
On the top of the tree is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. The road light is also leaking from the cracks of the trees, and it is the eye of a thirsty sleeper.
At this time, the most lively, to count the trees of the cicada and the frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing. Suddenly, I remembered the matter of picking lotus.
Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed a long time ago and flourished during the Six Dynasties; it can be roughly known from the poems. The lotus picker is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go.
It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and those who watched them. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation.
Emperor Liang Yuan Di "lotus picking fugue" said well: so the demon child Yuan (yuán) women, swinging boat heart Xu; 鷁 (yì) head Xu back, and pass the feather cup; 欋 (zhào) will be moved and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and ping open.
It is clear that the light of the play at that time. This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we are not able to enjoy it now.
Then I remembered the lines in the "West Island Song": "The lotus is picked in the fall of Nantang, and the lotus is over the head of the people; and when I look down to get the lotus seed, the seed is as clear as water. If there is a lotus picker tonight, the lotus here is also counted as "over the head"; only to see some of the shadow of the flowing water, is not good.
This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end. Thinking of this, looked up sharply, do not realize that it is already in front of their own door; gently push the door into, what sound is not, wife has been asleep for a long time.
Of course, there are other good sentences: 1, the early morning of the river is how beautiful. Once I came to the riverside, the breeze was really cool.
From a distance, there was a thin layer of fog on the river. There is a thin layer of fog on the river from afar.
The trees on the mountains are lush and green.
In the distance came the motor of the machine boat sounded rhythmically. On the beach, a small bird walks leisurely, occasionally jumping and showing off a few crisp songs.
This beautiful song is accompanied by a dance, a butterfly just in time for this singing will be, fanning their own beautiful flower clothes, but also fly to our eyes to say hello. This scene attracted the dancing queen egret, she showed a lithe body on the one hand, on the other hand, perform their own dancing skills, from the mid-air a dive, and then with a beautiful arc across the river, in the circle ripples swings away from the place to pick up a fish.
2. We came to the river. The opposite side of the green mountains and the river look like the two dragons of green and white.
In the light smoke and thin dance, a white crane flies leisurely, like a beautiful fairy patrolling the landscape. I don't know if it was our arrival that broke the silence here, the machine boat sounded, the birds called up, the robin sang.
The sun can no longer sleep a comfortable big lazy, opened his eyes to the earth on a layer of gold, a good day began. 3, far away from the endless river, the river is also a layer of fog like a light veil.
This beautiful water and the opposite side of the lush mountains and this thin fog, painted a beautiful picture. In the face of this picture, if it is a painter, I will use my brush to outline the greatness of the mountains and the tenderness of the water, splashing the warmth and vitality of this summer; if I am a singer, I.
6. Sentences describing the scenery of Jiangnan1: The beauty of sleep is pleasant to win massage, Jiangnan October gas is still and.
Heavy curtains do not roll to keep the fragrance for a long time, the ancient inkstone slightly concave poly ink. 2: Jiangnan style bones, the sky into the blue, the sky to teach the wish and the body is not.
3: your thoughts have become a disaster, the lonely index like electricity prices rise, heartache comes like a gas shortage spreading, the extent of flooding like rain and snow all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, come to disaster relief, the congestion between us love road quickly snatched! Walk one night, Jiangnan, good morning! 5: spring warmth and blossoming heart happy, Ying Ge Yan dance trekking busy, another year of spring benefits, rain and smoke all over the fragrance of the Jiangnan. Spring rain drops drop auspicious, spring wind blowing up warm room, spring thunder burst shake spirit, spring flowers welcome happiness open.
The spring equinox is a good luck, the flowers bloom rich and happy long! 6: Let me use the most clear lines one by one outline the limp dancing charm, let me use the most elegant sentiment counting the six petals exquisite wonderful, in the ten thousand feet in the red dust, folding up the years of the flowers, go to the dream of the Jiangnan rain and smoke, drunken red dust weak water! The wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starry villages is not sunken boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river. 8: Jiangnan spring snow most affectionate, snow most of the clear sky; sunshine does not feel the cold, the green tiles of the remaining snow to cause people pain; eliminate the sound of the snow good into the dream, the water drops in front of the steps to the daybreak; sitting on the coverlet was remembering the haze, the equinoxes of the Nianjun feelings! The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The long, long fishing song, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft. Listen! The rain hit the banana when the dots, the men and women to chat when the Wu Nong soft language, the rain fell on the eaves of the silk; look! That a plain-clothed fisherwoman spread fishing nets, that sideburns gray fisherman smoke smoke, that the green mountains and blue water reflected in the smoke wave Jiangnan ......9: mother's life, is the most ordinary Jiangnan woman's life describing the Jiangnan scenery 60 sentences describing the Jiangnan scenery 60 sentences.
The passing of life will not be remembered by too many people. But for her sons and daughters, it is a lifetime memory that will not be forgotten and cannot be forgotten.
10: On that rainy day, holding an umbrella. There is not a trace of joy in my heart, nor sadness quietly stepped on the Broken Bridge, looking at the elves falling from the sky in the lake lightly buckle out of the circle ripples.
Of course, there are also some lightly knocked the lotus leaves after the drop into the West Lake. At this time, from the surface of the lake gradually floated a layer of gauze-like fog.
This Jiangnan fog gently blurred the distant traces of ...... but more and more looks poetic. I would not have had the talent to title to the West Lake.
If better, from the other side of the Broken Bridge came a woman of Jiangnan. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog.
But I can guess the serenity of her heart ...... Then, we did not speak, we are all quietly looking at each other, something will be.
7. Sentences describing the good scenery of Jiangnan1. West Lake in autumn is a ripe scene. The bank of ten miles of fragrant osmanthus ah, really let people stay back and forth.
2, the mountain waist, clouds and mist, like a fairy delaying the long skirt.
3, the river level like a mirror, the sunrise sprinkled down the light on the water, like a soft halo floating on the river.
4. Just above the steep cliffs, which were like dark clouds, there was a tiny trail that loomed like lightning in the sky.
5, the brilliant sunlight on the opposite side of the silver glare of the peaks smeared with a faint rose color, like a young girl's face rising red.
6, attentively to be written, the book of long hatred, the blue haze of the sea Shen over the geese, diffuse acacia, played into the mournful zheng column. The sadness of a thousand miles south of the Yangtze River, the resentment of the song to recur, broken souls in whether or not.
7, the cave, stalactites in abundance, in the colorful light, the whole cave seems to be all piled up with gemstones, beads, coral, ivory, satin.
8, Kibu dream time is getting old, Tingzhou smoke Ruo. Do not sing the ancient tune of Jiangnan, resentment is difficult to recruit, the Chu River Shen Pui. Lavender wind swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath orchid curtain.
9, Tingzhou pick white apples, sunset Jiangnan spring. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
10, the river was sunlight, flashing, as if rolling millions of gold pearls and silver particles.
11, golden autumn, the river flows slowly, as if a mature middle-aged man, steady, calm.
12, emerald green slopes dotted with various colors of the style of novelty cottages, like colorful flowers blooming on the grass. Spring is here, the colorful wildflowers compete in full bloom, the hillside like a change of colorful clothes.
13, a golden sunshine, shining on the pale green cliffs, the cliffs grow beautiful small flowers, moving like butterflies.
14, the river is very clear, like a turquoise, transparent cellophane, a piece of pebbles at the bottom of the water are like crystal smooth and bright. In the morning, the river like just woke up, blinking sparkling eyes. The entire surface of the water is as green as emerald, bright as jade; curls of rising mist like a snow-white veil, covering the shy face of the river.
15, Jiangnan good, the scenery of the old once dark. The sunrise river flowers are more than fire, the river water is as green as blue in spring. I'm not sure if I'm not going to be able to remember the south of the river.
16, Hu Du River like a soft jasper belt, set in the mother's heart; it is always so open and selfless, with their own milk to feed the people on both sides of the river.
17, the shape of the stone forest is strange: some like the tower, some like the building, some like the leaning sword, some like artifacts, birds and animals, some like bamboo shoots after the rain, some like mushroom clouds, some like the literati warriors, some like the young girls and nuns.
18, the ice in the river is as sharp as the blade of a knife, as hideous as the teeth of a wild animal, flashing with a blue cold light.
19, dusk, the setting sun sprinkled on the river light, like many golden needles and silver threads, with the water waves swaying.
20, that strange stone in a thousand shapes and sizes, some like the Monkey King scratching his ears, some like the overlapping mountains in the bonsai, and some like the old birthday boy with a plump forehead.