Praise sentence of Jiangnan spring rain

1, set foot on the green slate, listen to the deep bell, and walk through the long street in the rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by. I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots, the smooth and shiny stone steps and a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows down raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in the ticking rhythm. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops converge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain curtain, I don't know whether the clear rain stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time or the natural light of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this seems to be a lingering meaning in ancient times.

2, look carefully, the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaf is bright and bright. The breeze blew and the river rippled with shining waves. Beads of rain are like countless happy little notes, singing happy songs, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful rain scene. 3. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are only green bamboos, patches, clumps, wet and green; By the river, the willows have green buds, yellow and green, so lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.

This spring rain is unhurried and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, as lingering as a breeze, caressing and infiltrating mountains and rivers? The sky is dark, and the rain and dew are dancing like dancers on the leaves of flowers and plants. As soon as the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. The mountains are handsome, the water is abundant, and people are more energetic. Maybe, I never thought about picking the long-awaited beige and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River on a foggy day, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wu Peng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The Memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts the longing in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.

6. In the misty rain, the beautiful past, such as lilac tidbits, floats away, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. You and I meet quietly from two ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross. Flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you. 7. Near the port of the island, looking at the other side of the sunny day, it has been covered with a layer of water curtain by misty rain, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, and there is endless silvery white everywhere.

8, apricot flowers, too fragile, spring rain is a little less beautiful, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in connotation. The apricot blossoms are swaying, and it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: delicate skin, graceful dancing, touching voice and graceful figure, caressing an elegant piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing a beautiful and domineering book, depicting ingenious and lifelike original paintings, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.