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Jiangnan is like a wisp of smoke and a pot of wine to be intoxicated.
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Dream, there is my yearning Jiangnan ......
Early in the morning, I quietly and silently pushed open the rustic red window, came to the face of the moist breath, the distant green hills continuous, the sun quietly opened the clouds, the sunlight waved in the undry The green tile, reflecting a different kind of beauty, and then look at the town in the wine flag fluttering, roadside wildflowers and grasses, because of this rain pressure to gasp for air, naive little boy gripping sugar gourd, but he saw the grass, but not happy, quietly walked to the side of the grass, low stooping, the water droplets on the grass to sassafras, but also mumbled to himself: "and so on to buy you sugar to eat, let you quickly good ah! to eat, so that you will be well soon, little grass." What I heard was not a short and childish language, but a kind and innocent child's heart.
At noon, the sun in the sky became more piercing, the town of the size of the tavern are like awakening like, lively, guests are more endless, the streets and alleys of the tavern have added a few points of life, the children are happy to let those parents to bring them to eat, in the crowd under the lining of the snack bar is also lively, a wide range of snacks to attract the children's eyeballs, guandao sugar, maltose The parents couldn't stand the small children's softly coaxing. Had to shell out 2 Wenyuan for their sons and daughters to buy these snacks.
In the afternoon, the thick dusk enveloped the entire town, the geese are flying, the round of the bright moon in the sky gradually showed its head, the clouds also gradually gathered together, the streets began to scarce, far away, every family has long been cooking, preparing for this day's dinner. The night gradually descended, the lights of ten thousand houses in the distance, the sound of laughter echoed in the town. Blackness enveloped the entire town, which proved that night had fallen.
At night, the alley was lit up as bright as day, and people took out their bamboo chairs and sat in the courtyard to cool off. The bright crescent moon is waving a clear light, the lotus pond, a hundred frogs singing, frogs and birds sound as one, the stars of the night is like a translucent diamonds set in the black curtain, beautiful to the extreme, carefully observe the starry sky, but there is a different kind of interest ah!
Ah, the dream of Jiangnan, charming Jiangnan!
I always think that in my previous life, I must be a woman of Jiangnan. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see her face.
Smoke and rain, spring river water warm, ducks playing in the water. The breeze gently flicked the willow, blowing face not cold. The drizzle is caught in the scent of apricot blossoms, and the clothes are wet. There is a woman washing clothes by the water's edge. I looked at her from afar and felt a sense of déjà vu. The white clothes, green skirt, the flow of the eyes, shell-like teeth, the cloud-like hair, green onion-like hand ...... water rattling, and the ducks cawing, so harmonious and beautiful. Gently, I walked toward her, as if afraid of stepping on a ground of moonlight, as if afraid of touching a fragile dream, gently, go. Instead, she departed, just as I was about to come to her. Carrying a wooden basin, she went slowly. Into a verdant bamboo forest. Rustling, rustling, in the empty monsters, there seemed to be shallow laughter.
In late spring. Along a zigzagging path. The floor of the green stone, the moss on the roadside is already dark green. Away, a thatched cottage, hidden in the depths of the pear blossom. The rain hit the pear blossoms, the door is closed. In the rain of petals falling like snow, whose voice curls up continuously, chanting a broken-hearted poem? Do not open the curtain, afraid to see the flying flowers, afraid to hear the crying cuckoo. Quietly, I go, can't bear to interrupt your sentimental thoughts, can't bear to see your confused tearful eyes.
Summer is coming, right? Listen to the song on the river. It is such a joyous scene to follow the sound. Look at the boundless blue lotus on the water, pink, white and red lotus flowers. The women with lotus leaves and skirts cut in one color and hibiscus blooming on both sides of their faces, swinging their orchid boats, like fairies in the water, are wandering above the water. A colorful song, sing all the romance and passion of summer, sing all the youth of the lotus picking women. This youthful bloom, there must be hibiscus flowers, there must be the song of the harmony. The only way to stand up to this beautiful and slightly green season.
It's the summer that's so full of juice. The night of the fireflies. Thin night mist, indistinct. Gathered together, and spread away, such as my soul, in the faint fragrance of grass and trees swimming. Banana trees stand still in the night, through the black net bright water droplets along the Qiqi Chu Chu leaf veins slide down. What you can see is an old wooden house with a star on the eaves, and the green slate steps underneath are refreshingly cool. The moon is in the sky, spilling a green and white.
In my dream, Jiangnan seems to have only these two seasons: spring and summer. It seems to be always in the depths of the flowers and alleys by the water. It seems that there is always a lilac girl.
In my dream, I don't know who I am. Perhaps I was in a previous life, perhaps a wisp of ghosts that stayed away, or just a drop of water in Jiangnan, a petal.
I want to dream about Jiangnan.
I think, at that time, it was early spring, where there is no sky-high buildings, only a patchwork of black tiles and white walls, cross-crossing the clear river, the ear is not less than the birds cawing. Look up and see the green sky, people completely free from the boring hustle and bustle, a deep breath.
Early spring in Jiangnan is always pattering rain, stepping on the light steps, through the old streets, reach out and take a drop of rain, sweet. To the alley of the store to buy an oil-paper umbrella, listening to the rain quite rhythmically hit the umbrella, is so leisurely pleasure.
In such a breeze with a wet time, holding an umbrella walking in the cold and quaint alley, take a deep breath, suddenly refreshed, Jiangnan clear flavor in the lungs echoed, the whole person as a sudden break from the mire in general, cool and refreshing. Both sides of the white slightly gray wall, green moss on the stone steps, a few house eaves under the hidden doors and windows, everything seems so far away and quiet, but also through a light elegance. Smell the unending fragrance of flowers, as if to see the long and lonesome rainy alley under the pen of Dai Wangshu, as if to see a girl, white hand cupping the umbrella handle, surrounded by lingering lilacs of sadness, alone in this long rainy alley wandering ...... This is a how sad, how cold and bleak love... ...In a trance, a breeze whisked by, back to God, the rain has stopped. Collected the umbrella, stepped by the wind and rain down the remnants of flowers, to the river, slowly on the boat.
Spring water is blue in the sky, the boat listening to the rain sleep. Jiangnan's water is the most sentimental, with the boat sculling, the boat babbling forward, swinging layers of ripples, explore the body, fingertips touching the water, they feel refreshingly cool, the water gently and softly flicked over the fingertips, hanging willow branches swept over the shoulder, as if in the teasing me. Through the delicate stone bridge, looking at the two sides of the tourists, the rain fell silently, tourists have put up umbrellas, the street is bustling, although there is a little noise, but to this silent picture of the rain and smoke boat added a lot of color.
Walked most of the day, a little tired, they looked for a small store to sit and rest their feet, the boss's wife enthusiastically served refreshments. Sitting on the bed looking out, lights one after another point up, smoke also curled up,, the aroma of food and wine full of alleys, and the city is equally lively, but not so noisy and restless.
The beauty of Jiangnan, beauty and sadness, simplicity and elegance together infiltrated in the river of time, I do not want to beautiful soil so with the loss of time inch by inch. I wish it will always be like Bai Juyi's Jiangnan: Jiangnan is good, the scenery of the old familiar. The sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and 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, but I'd like to.
I would like to dream about Jiangnan again.
I had a dream the other day that a girl with an umbrella was walking slowly, and then she disappeared.
I tried to catch up with the figure, but I was lost.
I lost her on a bridge that was hundreds of years old and made of stone. The bridge was covered with moss, and the whole bridge seemed to be colored with a layer of green, lying on the creek.
I lowered my head to look at the brook, the water flowed slowly, and I could see the small stones at the bottom of the brook. One or two weeds grew out of the water, and a few red goldfish jumped out of the water from time to time.
Looking up, you can see the houses on both sides of the bridge, black brick and white tiles, giving people a clear visual impact, and a few wisps of smoke on the roof. Some houses are also planted next to the willow tree, the wind blew, willow branches gently swaying, but also took away my mind.
Suddenly it rained, I rushed to a roof to hide from the rain. The rain wasn't too heavy, but it was very fine and dense, like flower needles. I couldn't help but put my hand out, and the raindrops fell into my palm, and it was a little numb like being electrocuted.
The rain . The bridge is covered with a layer of fog, like a dream-like existence, the green bridge is hidden. Flower needle-like rain fell into the creek, swung a faint ripples, the stream and the rain playfully, like a long time to meet friends.
A while later, the rain stopped, I continue to stroll in the street.
For some reason, the road was a bit slippery, perhaps because it had just rained, or perhaps because of the plants growing on the ground. The pedestrians on the road are sparse, walking for a long time to meet one or two people, and sometimes you can hear the sound of vendors not far away from the yelling.
Walking, the foot of the road into the stone road, each stone between the gap between the growth of moss, green all over the entire road, extraordinarily eye-catching, so that I inexplicably think of a song - "Greenstone Lane". My heart soared with the pace, but I didn't expect to run into a few children. Those children dressed in plain clothes, head tied with two pigtails, chasing and running and playing, so happy, quite naughty when I was a child, I could not help but stop and they said hello.
They smiled at me, their green cheeks a little red, the corners of their mouths still maintain an upward angle, and continued to turn back to start playing.
I couldn't help but smile, no wonder the world wants childlike innocence and naivety.
Continuing to walk, into a forest, damp alleys full of fresh flavor, a hint of mist in the forest, the distant trees covered with a layer of mysterious veil, the branches of the woods grow a few green leaves. Lift your eyes, a girl with an oil-paper umbrella into the eyes ......
I woke up, only to realize that I originally dreamed back to Jiangnan.
--by Nan Qiao.
dream back to Jiangnan essay 5Row a boat, take you to tour Jiangnan; lift a corner of the pearl curtain, accompanied by your taste of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, beautiful scenery, pleasant climate, the treasures of Jiangnan is also as full of stars in the sky general countless endless, in which there is a star especially dazzling, it is the traditional folk crafts - purple sand pots.
I stepped into the wooden door of the Cicheng Zisha Pot Exhibition Center with great expectations, the first thing that caught my eye was a large three-dimensional folding fan on the wall, followed by a glass cabinet standing against the wall, which displays a small and exquisite Zisha Pot. The alabaster pot is brown in color, with a few peach blossoms carved on its body. One peach blossom daintily hides among the branches and green leaves, as if it were a shy girl; the others are fully open, as if they can't wait to show their beauty to people. The top and handle of the pot are also engraved with peach blossoms. Oh, and look closely at the small line of gold foil characters on the plaque next to the pot - Jiao Peach Welcome Spring Pot. It dawned on me, no wonder there are so many peach blossoms, so it's all to welcome the arrival of spring!
Moving inside, I heard a hubbub coming from another exhibition hall. Hey, why is it so lively? I curiously walked over. "Everyone be quiet! The master is coming to make pots live!" "Making pots?" I went inside with the crowd to realize that the original exhibition also invited a teacher to demonstrate how to make Zisha pots.
The teacher came on stage! She has a head full of silver threads and looks very old. "To make a pot, first of all, you need to choose a good Jiangnan purple sand clay. Note that you can't pick one that is too hard or too thin." The teacher took a piece of Zisha clay from the lecturing table. At this time, the audience was silent, dozens of pairs of curious eyes staring at the teacher and her hands of purple sand clay. The teacher was talking while she was doing, slowly, the mass of alabaster clay in her hand miraculously turned into a alabaster pot. The master had stopped her production. And my heart is still being pulled tightly.
I continued to walk into the "Innovative Zisha Pot Exhibition Hall". There are some very creative Zisha pots on display here. Some of them are covered with green leaves, full of vitality; some of the lid lying on a small chameleon, chameleon and the body of the pot is exactly the same color; some of the form of flat, the pot body is only three centimeters high, but the pot mouth is huge, the pot handle is long, the proportion of the whole body is different ...... look at the works of so much, I can not help but secretly admire those who made it! The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing.
Time passed unnoticed, I was very reluctant to go out of the exhibition hall.
Through the bead curtain, look at the charming Jiangnan, which is so mysterious and dreamy; look at the exquisite Zisha pots, which are so classical and elegant.
Dreaming of Jiangnan essay 6A pool of blue water green with thoughts, a touch of sunrise brightened the heart. Whose turn ripples, whose lines of poetry are full of melodiousness. In this gentle Jiangnan, gently fall the curtain.
Here is Jiangnan, the typical "small bridges and flowing homes", it is no wonder that Ma Zhiyuan will express "the setting sun, the broken hearted people in the end of the world". Like a flower like jade Jiangnan, I came in March in search of a dream, the golden sun, the afterglow brightly sprinkled on me, I can not help but make me also into this "Jiangnan landscape".
Here the boat swinging, singing, but I have the vicissitudes of time, time is easy to get old emotions. Jiangnan is a gentle place, everywhere is made of green stone paved road, out of the door is the water, swing up the oars, in the water with the waves. Roadside, hibiscus flowers bloomed early, quietly sprinkled a ground falling Ying. Jiangnan Run people, said Jiangnan girls like water, like the beauty of the fallen Ying. Jiangnan's embroidery is famous, no matter where you are, the wide range of embroidery always blind you in the sun. Jiangnan economic prosperity, but the endless crowd, but the hustle and bustle of the serenity, vulgarity and elegance.
Perhaps because of the nature of the quiet, I always love to find a secluded place to avoid that part of the world's hustle and bustle. The first thing you need to do is to look at the world, and you can't help but feel frustrated with the way it looks. Strolling in the world's eyes filled with lonesome, but I am alone. In the afterglow of the slanting sun rippling with verdant gardens, abruptly enriched this would have been like a paradise in the south of the lead. Ting Ting curls, branches and leaves, lush.
Light clouds rolled up to the sky, drifting down a gentle rain, open an oil-paper umbrella, standing in the twilight on the stone arch bridge, see a flower blossom, listen to a song of the countryside, swept through the floating smoke, untainted by dust. Gently close your eyes and feel the moist atmosphere of Jiangnan. Flow through the years of the river is still in the sunset flooded with a little starlight, twilight gradually go, quiet on both sides of the river in your inadvertent glance back has been brightly lit. The time has come to go back to the time, but I still hesitate to leave.
The night of Jiangnan, even if the big red lanterns have been hung high in the wutong tree, even if the stone table under the tree has begun to sit full of tourists, but also still quiet, disorientation and soft.
Perhaps born in Jiangnan in a previous life, this life can not wait to find, in love with this place: like the small bridges and rivers here, like every part of the exquisite and every part of the good behavior, like to hold a tea to savor the sorrows and joys of life ......
Jiangnan, you this year, the spring, peach blossom red, who? A glance back, who has met the earth's destiny? A leaf orchid boat, eye wave don't who? A word of caution, the end of the world and sent who?
Dream back to the small bridge and water, March to find Jiangnan. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. She every stone bridge, every carved window, every bell tower, every deep alley, let me forget, not paying attention, and then stepped into that surplus world ......
Jiangnan in my dream, dance all the prosperity, fall all the flowers. The willow wind blew open the smile of Jiangnan, apricot rain wet Jiangnan eyebrows, green and black mottled stone road records Jiangnan happy and past, the strings and bamboo singing Jiangnan's heart and yearning, Jiangnan is the beauty of the beauty of the people do not know what to do, the beauty of the people forget to come back.
Flowers, often fall; water, long flow; flowing water and flowers with a cavity of tenderness into the eyes of Jiangnan, flowing in the heart of Jiangnan. Such as brocade petals fluttered down and then gently kissed the shadow of the water like a dream, the ripples can only be surrounded by the falling flowers, so the water is calm, the flowers are not defeated, the water is dynamic, the flowers follow.
A warm wind blowing green Jiangnan bank, a river of smoke and rain wet Jiangnan heart. Apricot blossom rain, willow wind, spring river water, so that the whole of the bones of the south of the Yangtze River is full of soft and lingering. The rain patted on the deep well of fallen flowers, patted on the tower shadow bell, patted on the pillow river home, patted on the green tile white wall, coupled with the sparse forest, light moon, the old stone bridge, it's no wonder that the wind and rain to stubbornly stay.
Dreams of Jiangnan's silk and bamboo too Sheng, has remembered not much, vaguely think of Bai Juyi Xunyang River side of the pipa, high mountains and flowing water in the Zhong Ziqi and Yu Bo Ya's jiao-tailed zither, and Bing moon springs beside the erhu ...... and what else? This is enough, I think I have remembered the music that belongs only to her, and since then, the memory has endured.
The dream of Jiangnan has no noise and roar, only the yellow warbler with the sound of flying; Jiangnan has no stone and stone collision, only the cherry blossom knot shadow fall. Jiangnan is quiet. Early in the morning, a long Penny stirred a precipitation of the dream, ripples to the ripples to evoke the intoxication of Jiangnan, more rowing on the river oars people, just hazy some can not see. This is a fog, smoke lock Jiangnan, the dream of Jiangnan more illusory, hazy, and fell in the smoke ten miles, fog ten miles, so that people can not see, can not touch, not to enjoy the full.
Silently, perhaps in which a deep alley which a mottled interlocking stone road, will encounter a bun, holding a classical woman with an umbrella, colorful umbrellas to Jiangnan added a few bright, they just like the scenery of Jiangnan will never die.
The dream of Jiangnan is too good, but also gave me too much longing, this has a watery soft place, let me be fascinated, she is like a confused dream lingering in my mind, I know, I remember her, apricot blossoms and spring rain of Jiangnan.