Smoke curls on the wave of cold smoke, across the river ten million miles drunken desire to smoke and rain with the lake boat, mist such as gauze, fine and dense rain, like the weaver's hands, drawing a dream like fairy ink painting, in the book Han Li imitation of the previous dynasty before the ambush, plain clothes such as fairy fairy fairy, Pavilion ethereal zither, like the ancient winds, like the streams of water gurgling leisurely around the floating wonderful. Rhythm, smoke, water and sky a dye, foraging to follow. Red dust like a dream, the world of prosperity, interpretation of the story of how many years like water.
Soughing wind fine rain, like a fluttering flower, with the sprawling duckweed flowing with the waves. Flowers like flowers, stand at the head of the slender boat, any pole Penny rowing into the blue waves, rowing through the heart of the sea, set off a burst of lotus ripples, the sound of the piano is still, like a thousand years of travel, fuzzy crossing the destiny of all the secular away. Walking in the sound of the piano, walking in the clouds of misty state of mind, clear but like a dream like poetry heart gleam has been drunk, people rolling around in the dream, life is also like a dream shallow a touch of red, soft and beautiful.
Water mist floating, beautiful flowers on both sides of the river, both sides of the green lotus and blue willow, swallow singing, rain and smoke in the fog, the black and white tiled house, a hundred turns of the fragrance overflowing incense, mesmerized the mind. Indifferent wind, let the rain silently dive into the dream, cold, slow silence, thick and light sadness, locked between the eyebrows. Jiangnan, a few more tenderness, a few more sorrows, just to find an unrepentant dream of the millennium. Ink Jiangnan's that a clear water carried, not only is the trace of the flow of years, but also the vicissitudes of the world's helplessness and the tears of people away from the string. Half a lifetime of floating with the passing water, a night of cold rain buried flowers. Thin and lonely, light and comfortable, bleak and accompanied by a dream-like illusion is better than a painting.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in cold colors far away, deep in the reeds parked boat. A grass and a leaf counting, in love with a wisp of smoke, look at the endless thousands of sails, reproduce the old wind full sleeves, nowhere low curtain roll, water wave-like eyes, long silk show wonderful, colorful sleeves dance, light purple and deep blue, colorful and enchanting, as if solidified for a thousand years of tears, stare at the eyes of the quiet smoke smoke. Flora and fauna between, idle clouds and cranes Ya, quiet as a child, all the way to follow the flow of the spirit of the idea of a thousand mountains, in the thick ink, clearly there is that clear streams flowing, the heart of the unknown feeling can not help but be awakened by the sound of the piano, such as the water.
Thousands of miles of smoke and waves, inverted willow branches, a leaf of floating weeds, white clothes fall wind and dust, the smoke and waves, ten miles of long embankment, ink lightly sprinkled mist condensation, the boat slightly swinging pulp sound sparse, the wind in the rain curtains, weeping willows, shimmering waves cage Qing Ying, layers of turbid waves caressing the light piano, the piano sound clear and crisp, in a note of the slide, the soul has long been disillusioned and go, take a flat boat to support an artemisia, walking through the green mountains and green water, the entanglement of the Endless love like water flowing in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan. The various kinds of charm is not finished writing, thousands of color points can not be painted in the dream of Jiangnan.
Dream that an oil-paper umbrella strolling in the rain, the purple gas floating, covered in smoke and drizzle, half a volume of light ink, a lake of smoke and rain, Fangfei is still the same, the smile Street Mei, bright as the moon, like the rain, like the rain in Jiangnan, entangled, such as smoke like fog, such as a poem like a picture, so that people are dazzled, the heart of the God swinging. Flying drizzle wet heart rhyme more moist through the heart flower piece. Ancient style full of eyes frame volume volume, thousands of Tang Dynasty poetry, carved in the old doorway, the door of the woman's hand pen ink mist like a piece of fog.
Time and space of a thousand years, want to drop want to tell, soft heart, want to paper mood, diffuse dance in the wind, in the dream back to the rain and smoke, drunken willow Yanhong, smile in the shock break dazzle, the world pale a piece of the world, the beauty of the fall on earth. An ancient song, melodious sound dream accompanied by green vine entanglement, across the mountain yaoqin play, sent to acacia points, a drunkenness to a thousand years. For you to bet a thousand years can never have, just because of that momentary gaze will abandon the drowning three thousand, a thousand years waiting for a dream - Jiangnan.
Dreaming back to the rainy Jiangnan bridge and flowing water, before the eyes of the fluttering of everything so elegant, the breeze, blowing messed up the green silk, red leaves Xiao Xiao, a single shadow dislocated, cold and dust in the world, the poetic bridge and flowing water, depending on the willow, the winding alleys as well as walking in the alleys slowly walked leisurely, all let my heart fluttering, drunkenness is difficult to wake up. As surplus through the millennium through the misty rain, a lake of quiet water splash a few cases of ink ink stone text. And gradually silent as you splash ink, ink depths hidden figure, went to the never look back only left twilight slowly.