The beauty of Jiangnan lies in the continuous silent drizzle, the silent blue smoke, the bluestone slabs in the ancient town, and the gurgling sound of water under the small bridge. The breeze comes slowly, green clouds move around, and tourists can be seen painting boats in sparse places. The West Lake is also full of scenery at night, and the green leaves are blowing coolly.
With the misty rain dream, my love for words and the love for the Jiangnan water town, I walked into Jiangnan, walked into the misty rain, and walked into the misty rain dream. Jiangnan has been a place where literati have emerged and literati have longed for since ancient times. Nowadays, those of us who love literature also write about our yearning for Jiangnan and our joy for Jiangnan. This shows how enchanting Jiangnan is; misty rain is such an intoxicating place. scene.
The drizzle, the gentle breeze, the willow banks, and the pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River are all the elegant misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The graceful little bridges, the gurgling water, the amiable people, the green bricks and black tiles, and the streets and alleys all outline the Jiangnan water town in a vivid way.
Walking in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the gentle wind blows green and spring water in the river; the drizzle moistens the fertile soil; the willow banks are intoxicated by many talented people and beautiful women. Walking in the ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the small bridges inherit the rich culture of the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years. The flowing water breeds the vitality of the south of the Yangtze River, and the people continue the simple customs and customs of the south of the Yangtze River. Going up to the west tower alone, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, and you will feel the charm of the ages.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is very light, very light, as misty as the wind, as blurry as a dream, which makes people linger. The love and sorrow in Jiangnan is very strong, as intoxicating as strong wine. Since then, the misty rain in Jiangnan has fascinated many literati. A small boat, a piece of pride, a piece of music, sailing down the river, just to see the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, visit the local customs and customs of the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River, and look for the dream of mist and rain. The bow of the boat does not know where to go, and the beautiful scenery does not come into view.
The four seasons in Jiangnan are different and interesting. There is a trace of mist and rain in spring, endless lotus flowers bloom in summer, you can enjoy the three autumn osmanthus in autumn, and you can catch a river of cold snow in winter. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the beauty cannot be described. It can only turn into pieces of poetic fragrance, drifting into the rain, faint in the smoke, and unwilling to dissipate for a long time. Swimming across the small bridge, flowing water, and two oars, the poetry, talent, and love of Jiangnan are pushed away one by one, allowing us to understand its spirit and understand its meaning. Beauty is just an illusion. We always try to attribute all the good things in life to ourselves. I always feel that the gifts of all things in the world are deserved. And when the cruelty of reality comes to us, we are always complaining and angry about the injustice of God. And we unknowingly find that there are always those unknown people around us, who are neither arrogant nor impetuous, and always learn from failures. It’s not that people who don’t tell stories don’t have stories. Even if your stories are bitter and bumpy, make the listeners burst into tears and fail to learn lessons from the stories, you will always be a storyteller.
A cup of tea, a text message, or even a text are all simple happiness in life. There is not much in the world. You should take it for granted. What you get may not be the best, but it must be what you need. Even if you have not endured the cruelty of reality and have not gotten what you want, happiness is very simple and comes unexpectedly. Even if happiness has not yet come, God makes you wait so that you can meet the right person. Simple happiness is favored by God.
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the most beautiful thing is Xizi, where the lotus flowers are red and the lotus leaves are infinitely blue; the river flowers are as red as fire and the river is as green as blue; there are misty rain and willows fluttering; There is the gurgling water, the winding small bridge; there is the autumn moon on the flat lake, and the remaining snow on the broken bridge; there is the orioles in the willow waves, and the moon is reflected in the three pools; there is the evening bell of Nanping, the sunset on the Leifeng Peak, and...
The description of the words alone makes me... The people are relaxed and happy, the scenery is beautiful, the paradise on earth is actually better than the paradise on earth, it is so beautiful. If loneliness is just loneliness, just a color that fades in the silhouette of time, no one of us will associate loneliness with happiness. In the past, the word "loneliness" always had a sad color, which was a kind of melancholy revealed in the atmosphere of loneliness. Standing twenty years later, if loneliness is just loneliness, there will not be many people escaping from the bustling and choosing a quiet place in the hustle and bustle. .
In fact, I love the willow silk on the shore of Xizi the most. She stands gracefully by the water. Her posture, as soon as she turns around and looks back, fascinated Feng Yue and the talented man. From then on In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, one river conquers the fairyland.
The twenty-four magpie bridges are still there, and the past events of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, stained by the mist and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, have been beautiful in poetry and drunken in words for thousands of years.
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there are endless dreams, and there are endless dreams that are only intoxicated in the heart and in the world.