Part 1: Jiangnan smoke and rain, smoke and rain dream
The beauty of Jiangnan, the beauty of the sheer silky silent rain, the beauty of the silent green smoke, and the ancient town of the green stone boards, and the sound of the gurgling water under the small bridge. The breeze, green clouds automatically, between the sparse place, peeping swimmers painting boat, and night flooding West Lake, the light is fantastic,, green leaves blowing cool.
With the dream of rain and smoke, with the love of words and the love of the water town of Jiangnan, so I went into Jiangnan, into the rain and smoke, into the dream of rain and smoke. Jiangnan since ancient times is the literati and literati like to aspire to the place, and now love of literature we also write the yearning for Jiangnan, the joy of Jiangnan, can be seen Jiangnan is a let a person how much love of the place; smoke and rain, is a let a person how intoxicated by the scene.
Jiangnan of the rain, the wind, the willow bank, the pavilions, is painting the elegant Jiangnan rain. The pavilion of the bridge, the gurgling water, the amiable family, the brick and tile, the streets and alleys, is to outline the fullest Jiangnan water town.
Walking in the Jiangnan rain and smoke, and the wind, blowing green, a river of spring water; rain, moisturized, a fertile land; willow bank, I do not know how many intoxicated by the talent and beauty. Walking in the ancient town of Jiangnan, the bridge inherited the thousand years of strong culture of Jiangnan water towns, running water nurturing the vitality of the spirit of Jiangnan, the continuation of the simple people of Jiangnan's customs and traditions. The only on the west tower, the bright moon shining thousands of miles, there will be a thousand years of flavor.
Jiangnan rain and smoke is very light, very light, like the wind like misty, like a dream like disorientation, only to let people linger. Jiangnan's sentiment is very thick, thick like spirits general drunkenness. From now on the rain and smoke in Jiangnan, I do not know how many writers and ink masters lost. A leaf light boat, a bold, a song of music, downstream, just to see all the beauty of Jiangnan, visit to the Jiangnan water town customs, looking for the smoke and rain dream, the head of the boat do not know from the shore, good scenery do not know into the eyes.
Jiangnan's four seasons, the four different, interesting. Spring sprinkled with a touch of rain, summer bloom endless lotus; fall to appreciate the three autumn osmanthus, winter fishing a river of cold snow. Spring, summer, fall and winter, can not say the beauty, can only be turned into a piece of poetry, floating into the rain, light in the smoke, long and unwilling to disperse. Swimming over the bridge, running water, two oars Jiangnan poetry, talent, love, one by one, let us lead its God, will be its meaning. Beautiful is just a phantom, we always try to put all the good things in life, are attributed to themselves. Always feel that the gifts of the world are deserved. And when the cruelty of reality comes to itself, we are always complaining, in anger, the unfairness of God. And we unconsciously found around us are always those silent people, they are not arrogant, always in the failure to learn to summarize. It's not that people who don't tell stories don't have stories, even if your story is bitter and bumpy, tearful and misty, so that the listener weeps and won't learn a lesson in the story, you will always be a storyteller.
A cup of tea, a short message, or even a paragraph, is a simple happiness in life. There is no such thing as too much deserving in the world. What you get is not necessarily the best, but it must be what you need. Even if you don't stick to the cruelty of reality and don't get what you want, happiness is very simple and unanticipated. Even if happiness has not arrived, God let you wait, is to let you meet the right person, simple happiness, God favors.
Smoke and rain in Jiangnan, the most beautiful but Xizi, where there are lotus flowers of different red, lotus leaves of infinite blue; there are river flowers of the red fire, the river's green such as blue; there is a misty drizzle, willow fluttering; there is a gurgling of water, a small bridge curved; there is a Pinghu Autumn and Moon, the Broken Bridge, the broken bridge, snow; there are willow waves Wenyingying, the three pools and the moon; there is a Nanping evening bells, Thunder Peak Sunset, there are ...
Just by the words of the narrative let a person's heart is relaxed and happy, the spirit of Xizi, paradise on earth, in fact, more like paradise on earth, the beauty is not enough to say that loneliness is just loneliness, just in the silhouette of time in the faded color, we will not be lonely and happy contact with someone. In the eyes of the past, loneliness always carries the color of sadness, is a kind of loneliness in the breath out of the melancholy. Standing twenty years later, lonely if only lonely, there will not be many people in the prosperity to escape, in the hustle and bustle of the choice of quiet place.
In fact, my favorite that the Xizi bank of the willow, she Ana more colorful stand at the water's edge, one of her posture, a turn of the look back, will be fascinated by the wind and the moon, obsessed with the talent, from now on the smoke and rain in the South, a river wins the fairyland.
Twenty-four magpie bridge is still in the six dynasties of the old capital of the old things, stained with the rain and smoke of Jiangnan, for thousands of years will be beautiful in the poem, drunk in the word.
Jiangnan rain and smoke, there are endless dreams, there are also looking for endless dreams, only drunk in the heart, intoxicated in the world.
Part 2: Jiangnan smoky rain, I'm here waiting for you
I stood in the smoky rain of WKU, gently lifting the thoughts.
--Title
Western University of Science and Technology of the Fangfei March faintly went through, there is no smoke and rain, there is just a piece of white clouds carrying thoughts. Jiangnan, if the heart of the orchid, the love of the smoke and rain, the wind and the moon without words reflecting the clear shore, I stand in this long-ago Jiangnan smoke and rain waiting for you.
Jiangnan smoke and rain , I stopped at the Millennium ancient trestle, just because there is a faint fragrance of you here. The green stone boards, green moss, tell the waiting for you for a thousand years. I counted Jiangnan's three life rock, which has a fast drying memories, the indestructible oath carved in the fast weathering of the stone body, waiting for your heart will be interpreted.
Jiangnan's rain, I do not know if it is not the tears of the lovers of Jiangnan, which is sandwiched between the silk of love. Jiangnan's rain, unique style, because she hopes that every lover can meet in the rain and smoke in Jiangnan, know each other, know each other, love each other, companion ... The final interpretation of a paragraph of good please love words. How many people love each other in the rain, but how many people can get the Jiangnan rain and smoke of a lifetime, because they do not understand the rain and smoke of their deep blessings.
The rain is often interspersed with light smoke. That is the call of Jiangnan to you. Smoke and rain is always so emotional, perhaps one day she will fall in the eyes of you are looking up at the sky. Today I stood in the rain, gently lifted the smoky past, cowardly tears spread unchecked. The pear blossoms are like snow, leaving empty branches. In the smoke and rain, I cloak a touch of heavy night color, according to the sycamore and stand, pieces of fallen flowers rain one after another, who pity the departed people intestines want to be broken, quietly guarding the time belonging to their own. Under the smoke and rain, I interpreted you across thousands of mountains, and shortened the distance between us with a flurry of smoke and rain. Maybe you don't understand my past life, but I've already touched the traces of your eyebrows.
Jiangnan's rain and smoke, I would like to think of you in the rain, perhaps you have not appeared in the rain, but I am waiting for you in the rain of the West University of Science and Technology. If the water flows, such as orchids quiet and skillful, warm and moist XUSTech University this season of spring flowers.
The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, nor the roof with you to hide from the rain, but the meeting with you in the rain.
-Afterword
Part 3: Jiangnan rain and smoke, I'm waiting for you
Spring breeze is full, carrying much of the thirst and thoughts. Green water ripples, flicked how many past events like smoke. Outside the village is who is gently lamenting, the tenderness of the eyes into stagnation, flickering shallow sadness, looking into the distance, see endless is infinite despair and continuous despair. Who has touched the thread of your love. Who stirred your tears. And who let your thoughts have no place to rest.
Turn around and brush your sleeve, wipe off the tears that sobbed in the eye sockets, the corner of the mouth want to say something but you swallowed, your delicate fingers cover the chest, tears or can not help but fall, slipping on your slender fingers bloomed thoughts of flowers, drops in the grass, who can you take this thought to the faraway he can he appreciate your attachment, and can you read and understand your ardent expectations of him. And can you understand your lonely tears are for him and flow. Flowers a piece of a piece of the fall, that full of fragrance described your sadness, the fall of red should not have fallen in this season, your sadness but also involved in the sadness of it all.
Plain wrapped, a white dress floating with the wind, green silk scattered, dazzling thoughts, white neck slightly upward, I saw your vague outline was wrapped around the face of the green silk, is so pale and powerless, the red gradually faded, the years have been in your face faintly wrote a stroke of the river, willows, the river is clear, the willows gently caressing the river, floating into ripples, just like couples! So tender, so loving, so pure, your heart began to ache? Is your heart starting to ache? Is your blood starting to drip? Are your tears beginning to flood? Is he coming back, the one you've been waiting for day and night? He let you will be thinking of the rope trivial long but empty burden you a life of years. Your heart should be how the mixed feelings, a parting promise to let you pray for him to the sky, so that you daily here full of hope but day after day disappointment, so that you hand over their own good years, all of this is really worth it?
'Raise a glass to invite the moon, to the shadow into three people, bright moonlight pouring on your thin face, flooded with layers of tears, a wine to solve a thousand sorrows, a song singing Spring and Autumn, a dance Ping sheng Hua, a heart hope that you return. On the magpie bridge, I am drunk, long wind brush sleeve, Yi Yi willow, hold a bow of water, wash the past once. Empty boudoir, pillow dream. The dark fragrance floating, candlelight residue, lonely tears, difficult to solve a thousand sins.