At this moment must be along the green stone paved into a green stone paved into a road - the willow tree sprouted, the river flowing a green oil-colored leaves spitting out shoots - silk fine rain, strolling in the green stone paved alley, take the A set and a set of oil paper pen umbrellas - here is the flavor of Jiangnan, dressed in plain clothes woman hurried into the smoke and rain Jiangbei dream, put up the oil paper umbrella running around, only silent in the sea water under the silent gaze at the faint sadness, as if the lingering place of the smoke and rain Jiangnan, I came back to the dream.
Wicker streams flow, people are keen for it. In this bright spring day, I will embark on a spring journey, a mountain and water twists and turns, searching for dreams, embarking on this beat and practice, searching for this innocent memories.
The willow branch went a little way, I stepped on the song. Walking on the path of singing, languid, long life. Like a butterfly winter, drunk in the rhythm of the spring. Like a smoky spring, fluttering with the wind. Seek a kind of spring, stepped into the cold winter, walked into a year thirty spring and fall.
Finally into the realm of spring, vibrant, step on the foot of spring, into this season of growth new season.
Winter to spring, along with a hundred flowers compete; a colorful flowers in the flourishing of all things in the human spirit to show people, Zhang Yang, the source of power, alternating moments of stillness and sublimation ... gorgeous lyrics interspersed with blooming out of the notes, fragrant to life, blooming, blooming out of life.
Those beautiful, depressed flowers still adhere to the unwillingness of the light, but is obsessed with fading mercilessly, in quietly with the wind.
A person alone to keep a side of the world, let the idea began to fly, any generation cycle, term cycle of the place of the stars in the sky, willow embankment stretches, small bridges and flowing homes. What is the water of Jiangnan? The water in the south of the river, where the water is, is a beautiful melody.
At this time, I have remembered Wang Shu "Rainy Lane" said: walking to see the silhouette, fell in the sky where the stars, willow long embankment stretches, small bridges and flowing homes.
I love the spring scenery; she brings me beauty, and I also want to think of her a is hazy a mountain fog color, write their own stories, as clear as water, there are feelings write the feelings of life, but also write a variety of life.