Question 2: like water tenderness Jiangnan smoky rain fall what does it mean The time of lush and green stunning the smoky rain Jiangnan, only to see with the gardenia fragrance you step on the rhythm of the falling flowers, in the paved lanes of the green stone plate, step by step, measure the purple strand of red dust.
Putting away the oil-paper umbrella, you seem to also put the heart of that love collection, just like pulling up the sleeves, is so clean. At that moment, will the clouds really roll over the Leifeng Pagoda?
Flowers bloom with sound, you hear; flowers fall without sound, I see. Just as I saw you walk quietly from thousands of miles away, that soft elegance, how can you do without the legendary oil-paper umbrella? Without the long sleeves, how can you dance a piece of Jiangnan rain and smoke?
The sentimental rain, you brought last night in my dream? Is it again you Shi Ran down that burst of "rain"? You have been sentimental, I am also sentimental, the achievement of a only belongs to the smoke and rain of the South of the fragment. You once said, that is a thought of the rain, dense with the roots of love; I once said, that is dripping through a thousand years of time a hope, those potholes on the top of the blue stone plate full of vicissitudes, is the Rainy River South like a poetic haze.
Perhaps I am the one in your hand that is soul-crushing, so that the ground of the acacia climbed all over your eye sockets. Perhaps I am the one in your hand that leads to the ticket stubs of the smoky Jiangnan, so that a lot of miss fall all over your shoulders.
In fact, for the smoke and rain Jiangnan, I know, your heart, always praying for a love of the double. The kind of heart stacked heart induction, how can not let me for you to hold up a piece of only belongs to your rainy Jiangnan? In fact, for the rainy river south, you know, my heart, always flow a piece of love colorful clouds. That heart to heart tacit understanding, how can you not let you for me to shoot a piece of only belongs to my smoky rain Jiangnan?
In the misty rain, I would like to see the corner of your mouth emerge that smile. Just like the moment I stood by the West Lake, I want to kiss the tears in the corners of your eyes. In the misty smoky rain, how I want to brush away the sadness on your brow. Just like the moment I stood on the Broken Bridge, I wanted to sing a song for you, "Waiting for a Thousand Years".
Standing in the Jiangnan rain and smoke you, as if it is a long poem, but the foot of the Su Causeway can understand you that is full of thoughts of the poem?
Standing in the Jiangnan rain and smoke in me, like a chapter of the form of scattered God and scattered essays, even my feet of the white dike are tired of me, and only you, but want to tirelessly to read my heart in the pain of the miss.
Every time I touch the rainy Jiangnan, I always leave in fear. Because, many times, I can't see the soft figure of you in the rain of Jiangnan. The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, so I'm going to try to make sure that I get the money I need.
Why is it that your rain, which has traveled for thousands of years, can only be seen in the words that are wet? Why, my gaze intoxicated in your cold eyes, your heart will still wake up in the nightmare?
The beauty of Jiangnan, your beauty, after all, pale my miss. Standing in the world of the rain, no matter how you look into the sky, still a curtain of dreams.
In the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, I just want to smell the gardenia fragrance in your bones, and remember your round face, engraved in the heart.
In the silent rainy alley, I seem to hear your laughter like fireworks bloom, Dai Wangshu wrote lilac like fragrance, instantly in the rainy alley gorgeous dance. The lilacs like the knot of sadness you whether floating through my dreams, through the misty colors of the rainy Jiangnan, and lonely me fingers, dancing?
The rain has moistened a curtain of thick acacia.
Every sky green morning, Jiangnan is still the same, my heart is still the same. And you, have walked into the smoky rain of miss, into Whitman's book of poetry, into the memorial of July, with the beat of the poem, gradually approaching.
The melancholy in the rain, but also in the time of the cycle, has been soothed by my lonesome years. At this moment, in the misty rain, can I still remember your face?
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the best way to get the most out of your life, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find the best way to get the most out of your life. I can't draw the home in my heart, the misty rain, and how come the mirage? Jiangnan's smoke and rain Oh, after all, still wet my full of heart, look at your head of the oil umbrella, how can my eyebrows comfortably unfold?
The first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, I've seen a woman in the world. 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 soft rainy south of the river has finally become a death. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. A single stroke of a pen does not outline the pain of missing. The oil-paper umbrella, eventually became a volume of cruel memory, with a classical poignancy, in your poetry dance.
I don't know if I've ever seen this before, but I've never seen it before, and I don't know if I've ever seen it before.
刻骨的思念,淡淡的忧伤, always stand between the eyebrows, lingering. The rainy river, the water does Jiangnan, soft Jiangnan, in that put away under the oil paper umbrella, but also how to dance it? For a moment, I seem to think that ...... >>
Question 3: What is the mood of Jiangnan smoke and rain? Dreaming into the Jiangnan smoky water road, traveling all the Jiangnan, not to meet with the departed.
Favorite Jiangnan, there is a kind of classical rhyme, Jiangnan smoke and rain caged Jiangnan water do women.
Jiangnan: soft and delicate, soft intestines turn. Trees full of splendid brocade of the great blue water, diving through the leisurely flow, meandering streams, floating wet green zephyr, that is secretly endowed with poplar flowers in Suzhou and Hangzhou, carving brocade pattern of the Ubong boat. The south of the river, since ancient times, is the yearning of the literati.
Smoke and rain: refers to the mist and misty rain. The road in front of the disoriented, is a labyrinth. As if the cross branches, constantly branching, constantly intertwined, constantly stretched. The misty road in front of the rain, hidden as a dream like floating.
Flying rain and falling flowers, only dreaming of each other ......
Question 4: Jiangnan smoke and rain a ink sorrow is what it means Jiangnan smoke and rain a ink sorrow: it means that Jiangnan like smoke as fine rain as thick ink.
Question 5: What is the meaning of Jiangnan smoke and rain? There is often rain in Jiangnan.
Question 6: My girlfriend gave me a message: full of jade petals more proud, Jiangnan rain and smoke but obsessed. What does this mean? I'm not sure. May express his serious love, do not care what kind of you, but also with you at all times
Question 7: describing Jiangnan rain and smoke sentences Jiangnan rain and smoke, hazy paper umbrellas, painting an indestructible trace. A leaf knows autumn, this light cold.
Jiangnan drizzle, weak water empty sole a few spikes Tinglan swaying posture, heavy overlapping ink-colored clouds, just like the joint blooming daffodils on rice paper, but with a slight imperceptible melancholy. Dense vapor in the air haunts the light ripples in the light boat, embellished with a trace of dreamy confusion.
Jiangnan rain and smoke, nightfall, the four books and five sutras, and who said? For fame and fortune, for the glory of the ancestors, making the rebellion and human warmth are away from him, the flower of the weeping than this.
In the Jiangnan rain and smoke, I took a flower gently weeping, and finally missed the season of flowers in the West Tower of the charming.
Perhaps because of indifference to a season, raindrops slipped throughout the rainy season. An ancient song of lotus picking in the rain curtain quietly floating, that very faint rhyme, how many passers-by will be extradited to the maple bridge fishing fire on the side of the ferry, gently sniffing a trace of fresh lotus root flower fragrance, forget about the sorrow, forget about the thoughts, listen to the sound of the pine as the waves, in the waves of the moonlight on the bamboo youth tends to wander to the flatboat. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Question 8: What does it mean to describe the scenery of Jiangnan is always rainy and smoky,
The rainy and smoky Jiangnan is exactly this meaning. It's really like this here in Hangzhou. It rains all day long,
Question 9: What does it mean when Mr. Melancholy returns to his home, Jiangnan is covered in smoke and rain? After a good friend visited and left, he saw that Jiangnan began to rain again, and the feeling of despair arose