"Jiangnan."
"Why? Venice, Melbourne and Paris are so many famous cities, which one is inferior to them? Why did you choose it? "
"Because Jiangnan has a long history and a quiet environment, its gurgling streams and the deepest beauty of the Chinese nation are saturated with fragrance."
The bloody sunset in the western world gradually faded, the noise dissipated, and the whole world disappeared in the initial silence.
I closed my eyes, held up a candle lamp of memory in the dark, walked to the most secluded corner of the time corridor, listened to the ancient footsteps, and looked for the dream water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Hold up an oil-paper umbrella and walk on the wet stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River.
On the misty and rainy river, a Wu Peng ship is hovering and rippling, becoming more and more clear in the faint smoke.
The footsteps slowed down with the sound of dialing after flying for thousands of years, and the tranquility under the precipitation of time resolved my inner anxiety and irritability; I leaned against the stone fence and let my soul return to the source of life again.
Wicker brushed the slate, meaning "Yang Liuan, the breeze is fading". Between the dense green silk, a few pink peach blossoms are swaying, and the charm between the eyebrows and eyes is all present.
A pair of delicate hands, gently pull open the willow curtain, the girl looked at the boat from afar, smiled, revealing the unique temperament of Jiangnan, quiet and indifferent.
In the hazy fog, melodious flute sounded from Wu Peng's boat, like a call from a distance, deep and empty.
The voice of Jiangnan is so intoxicating.
The boat slowly tilted to the shore. In the shade of the tree, the young boatman put down his wooden paddle and put his flute at his waist.
Willow green and pink, two people smile at one another. Implicit affection slipped quietly in the pure smile, adding a bit of charm to this small bridge.
The old man leaned against the bamboo chair in front of the door and squinted at the ships coming and going on the shore. Suddenly I saw my son come back with a smile in his eyes. I was busy greeting them into the house for dinner.
Thus, the smiling face and this painted tile constitute the most beautiful picture.
The feelings in Jiangnan are so touching.
In this eco-system where man and nature are almost perfectly combined, everything is faint, but if you chew it carefully, it has infinite charm: it is precisely because this faint attitude replaces the greed and barbarism of people's inner dark side that people here can smile at everything, treat others with tolerance and treat nature with affection for their children.
Therefore, Jiangnan has experienced years, but there is no desolation. In the corner of the historical corridor, she silently interprets the deepest femininity of the Chinese nation.
Therefore, although Jiangnan did not leave a brilliant stroke in the history books, it can be remembered by passionate poets in the evening after drunkenness and sigh "Jiangnan can't be forgotten".
Therefore, she can avoid the iron hoof of the war horse, avoid the ups and downs of history, travel through time and space, and draw a beautiful dream in the hearts of countless Chinese children. The elegant pen and ink are saturated with fragrance.
It is a pure land buried by angels in the depths of restless hearts, an eternal paradise.
Close to the water, you get the moon first, so Jiangnan has become the source of Tao. So, what is Tao? That is the highest state of life. In this text praised by countless philosophers all my life, what I see is a will of natural life; This seemingly ordinary writing bears all the ancient people's understanding of getting along with nature.
It is undeniable that every plant, every person and every thing in the south of the Yangtze River reflects the shadow of the word "Tao".
No wonder women in Jiangnan are so beautiful and people in Jiangnan are so happy.
Plumes of smoke rose between the wall tiles, and the fog on the water gradually dispersed. A few faint rays of sunshine faded the mystery of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, slipped off the blue tiles with some rain, and fell on the jasper-like water, breaking into sparkling spots.
Looking around, white walls and tiles, small bridges and flowing water are even more charming in this spring.
Jiangnan, it's so beautiful
Another ship is about to set sail, and the water flowing from ancient times begins to ripple again. I gently put away the oil-paper umbrella covered with dew and walked to the shore on the green flag.
I will go boating on a clear stream, let the silky river in the south of the Yangtze River wash away my flashy body, and my soul will blend with this elegant dream to find love and beauty, Tao and goodness in the depths of the Chinese nation.