Dream back to the water town

Water village, I can not help but think of Jiangnan, the river water pavilion, deep courtyard, bamboo through the stone fence, ancient colors. Where, with the river as the street, flooding the boat, to the door of the house. Early in the morning, the town of Jiangnan dense white veil, green tiles and white walls of the alleys, falling Ying paved paths ...... Smoke and rain in Jiangnan, dreaming of shadows such as weaving, a thousand strands, intertwined and entangled. Walking on the green stone steps, think up Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane" and the girl holding an oil paper umbrella. At this time, I do not know which eaves of the wind chimes ringing, the breeze, through the heart.

Jiangnan, most of the time exist in the imagination. Such as the spring heart, often remember the girl. And friends to the river beach night shooting, long exposure 30s, under the lens I saw the girl, the bridge, the river beach, is so soft, beautiful. I often compare Wuhan to a small Jiangnan, it is a river city, water town, because of the water and dynamic ...... Although not as exquisite as the small towns of Jiangnan small, to the river as a street, waterfront and open, but the girl is also very favorite, but also has the softness of the South, but also has the north of the generous. Plum ripe, an autumn rain a cool, I was a long time, did not see that beauty again. She said that the sound of the rain in Jiangnan knocking on the eaves, very much like ringing clogs in the corridor of the bell and the echo of the bamboo. She also said that the marriage of a lifetime, just to see a person's eyes grow old, if these also can not wait, then a boat, pan if the untethered boat. At that time, I seemed to hear the echo of the bell again, seemed to see the beauty of the figure again.

East Lake at this moment to meet all my imagination of Jiangnan, spring breeze flooding, East Lake, slightly moving, Luo Jia's cherry, like a proud girl. Lujia Lujia, carefully recalled, closer and closer to the beauty. Breeze, the sky is a light azure color. In a low corner of the sky, it seems to be able to glimpse the pink on the top of the Luo Jia mountain, I do not know where to fly some unknown white flowers, they fly on the wind, the warm sun of early spring, sprinkled with petals. Sunshine, wind, these are the scenery recovered from memory ...... suddenly have an urge to cry. East Lake, more like the Hanzi, and not far away from the Luo Jia, more like a beauty, that every petal on it, seems to be recounting its own story. Nature, beautiful, beautiful.

Wen / Qi Shi