In my impression, Jiangnan is a graceful poem, soft.
The girl in the south of the Yangtze River belongs to lightness. When she speaks, her voice is thin and clear, like a bird's song in an empty valley. She is a lute, which twists and turns slowly, and every syllable is a harmonious interval. Walk slowly. Gently, walk like a willow in the wind. Graceful, it looks like a ballet in the water. When singing, the voice is sweet. The elephant drank a spoonful of honey in advance, with a slender waist, much like a cygnet with a neck ...
The men in the south of the Yangtze River are wise, and their eyes are shining with wisdom. You always talk so slowly. Don't worry, how difficult things become so simple. They have an inclusive heart, and no matter how angry they are, they don't want to yell at you. He will blush and explain to you slowly, as if he had done something wrong. You are embarrassed, so you have to admit your recklessness ...
The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is continuous, like a shy woman in a boudoir who likes to hide behind others. It seems that the words are still resting. He likes to walk briskly with the misty drizzle, combing the weeping willows by the river, just as the demure sister helps her sister comb the bright black hair! Even in winter, the wind in the south of the Yangtze River has no habit of being cold, and he is always so cheerful. So gentle.
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River is wet and watery all the year round. Shiny. Watching the quiet hills, sleeping ports! In the morning, the dewdrop on the treetop is the eye of the moon. She looks at people who go out to make a living with deep affection and talks about the truth that "people are relatives of their hometown, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!" over and over again ...
The mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are not as tall and imposing as those in the north. Towering, he is short. Stretching, as sincere as the young man next door; The trees in the south of the Yangtze River are densely populated, supporting each other and stretching upwards. It's raining, so everyone put their hands together to hold up a warm space for people who are rushing on ...
Jiangnan, you often walk into my few dreams, and you are a fresh poem in my impression! Even a breeze. A reed. A birdsong. A piece of floating catkins ... I feel so kind that I can see the footprints of poetry. Hear the voice of poetry. Taste poetry! Classical prose of Jiangnan in my dream 2
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! Shake off a thousand-year-old wind and frost, lightly cover your shoulders with the flowers of this life, and I promise you that you will not live long.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! Jump into your romantic life and walk into your misty and rainy streets. I will add fragrance to your tea.
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The spring rain is like a dream, and the surrounding scenery is hazy and trance-like. It is the season when spring is cold and warm, and new green is born. Willow branches droop quietly in the misty rain, and the old apricot trees in the courtyard are blooming leisurely, and occasionally one or two flowers fall from the branches in the rain. A pair of flying swallows flitted across the flowers in the oblique wind and drizzle and disappeared in the distance. That bit of rain stirs up touching feelings and gently falls on the intoxicated spring breeze.
Crossing the corridor of time and space, strolling in the dream water town facing each other for thousands of years, I saw Jiangnan, which is the Jiangnan in my dream!
Jiangnan, like a beautiful and affectionate woman, is as beautiful as a flower and tender as water. It also seems to be an ethereal and elegant poem, and it seems to be a Chinese painting with faint ink, so graceful and so light.
I remember that when I was young, I especially liked Bai Juyi's poem "Remembering Jiangnan": "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the flowers in the river are more red than the fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not forget Jiangnan?" I also like those poems that praise Jiangnan, such as: "An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." "The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll a bead curtain." "Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy". The complex that belongs to Jiangnan has always been entrenched in my heart, and I can't let it go for a long time in my lost years, and it still lingers in my heart.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! Countless times, stepping on the hazy rhythm of misty rain, I met Jiangnan in my dream. Under the halo of the ancient town of water town, my heart is wet and always immersed in "the white dew is frost;" The so-called Iraqis, in the poetic and beautiful artistic conception of "water side", can not extricate themselves. In my dream, I walked slowly along history and climbed up the stairs; The fragrance of orchid in the Tang Dynasty was accompanied by the willow wind in the Song Dynasty, dancing in the misty rain of the Yuan Dynasty, and the red palace lanterns in the Ming Dynasty danced lightly, telling the love affair of the Qing emperors.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! It's misty and rainy, and it's fragrant all the way, with the sadness of wandering, and a few strands of melancholy and bitterness in Jiangnan water town, which turns into a clear rhyme and stirs the heartstrings, making people deeply drunk in their dreams and unwilling to wake up. In the dream of Jiangnan, the water surrounds the green hills, the birds fly and swallow dance, and the flowers are red and green, which is a colorful picture scroll; The dream of Jiangnan, small bridges, flowing water and people is a meaningful word; In my dream, the south of the Yangtze River, flowing water, misty rain, bluestone path, and the sound of the curled flute on the Wupeng boat all turned into a beautiful music.
A spring river runs through the mountains, with boating across the river and leisurely rafting, green hills and trees, an ancient house in Gu Xiang, a far-off village of agriculture and fisheries, and an ancient water town. Jiangnan, like a poem, a tune, a wisp of fragrance, is soft in the warm spring rain, like a bright green decorated on the branches against colorful flowers, saturated with an elegant quiet environment and a warm atmosphere.
In my dream, I walked into the ink painting scroll in the south of the Yangtze River and danced lightly in the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties! That year's encounter aroused my longing. In the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, meet in your present life.
who is it, stepping on the misty rain in March, and sending a letter of spring in the clatter of hooves, turning it into a beautiful encounter, and making those faces bloom like lotus flowers in the season? In my dream, I walked into the south of the Yangtze River where the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the grass was long and the birds were singing. In the dream of Jiangnan, there is an extraordinary fresh and tranquil taste, which gently and gently fills my heart. The slow stream flows quietly, bypassing the green bamboo forest and trickling through the village head and alley. Wind chimes hung on the eaves, tinkling and playing the most cheerful music. On the field, the rape flowers everywhere are golden and fragrant everywhere, and I am intoxicated in the breeze.
who is it that rises in the maple leaf with the wind, leaves out the clear autumn festival, sprinkles the misty rain on the river, and has a long way to go, and it is hard to get back to my hometown? In my dream, I held the moon in my hand and picked up the lost moon shadow in the south of the Yangtze River. The night is a lingering world of mortals, a guqin, a bamboo and silk accompanied by a flute sound. At this time, I think the moonlight is empty and bright, the heaven and the earth embrace each other, caressing the heart sound, and singing with the rustling sound from outside. The quiet Xiao Sheng, flute and piano echoed with a clear moon, echoing in the clear mountains and green waters for a long time, intoxicated travelers' dreams and made the lovesick moon grow.
who is it, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane, drifting across the rain lane like a dream, so sad and blurred, emitting the fragrance and sadness of lilacs? The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has wet my dream. The flute and flute deliver a desolate rhyme, mixed with the tears in the south of the Yangtze River, which slowly flows in the tip of my heart and quietly blends into this passionate misty rain. I always imagine that I am the girl with a lilac knot in Rain Lane written by Dai Wangshu, walking into the long, long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. Perhaps, in my previous life, I was a woman in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with a lilac-like sadness, a lingering past and bitterness.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! That piece of mottled green slate, that winding, deep and unique alley; That blue calico, that handfuls of oil-paper umbrellas with ink fragrance; The green water that ripples slightly and flows slowly through the long river of history, the Wupeng boat that creaks and shakes for thousands of years.
In my dream, there is a Jiangnan woman with graceful lilacs, a white plain clothes, a few peonies, delicate hands, stroking the zither strings. A song "Mountain Flowing Water" is like a clear spring, which washes away the bustling fatigue, the worldly haste and the depression of life.
It's misty and rainy. With an oil-paper umbrella with a long ancient charm, walk into the ancient town, Gu Xiang, ancient temples and ancient pagodas, and have a look at the white walls, tiles and cornices of the ancient town. Take a walk in the faint silence and drizzle of Gu Xiang; Listen to the chanting of the ancient temple and the midnight bell; Touch the blue bricks, gray tiles and inscriptions of the ancient pagoda. Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! You are full of profound and beautiful ancient charm ...
When you are tired of walking, find a quiet teahouse, sit by the window, ask for a few exquisite dishes, taste a fragrant tea and enjoy a piece of Kunqu opera; Drink slowly, smell insects and birds chirping, watch weeping willows blowing the moon, forget to disturb the dust and forget the noisy city.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! Shake off a thousand-year-old wind and frost, lightly cover your shoulders with the flowers of this life, and I promise you that you will not live long.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my dream! Jump into your romantic life and walk into your misty and rainy streets. I will add fragrance to your tea. In my dream, the classic prose of Jiangnan 3
Who brought this red line to my hand, who sang softly to me around a finger, and who sprinkled moonlight on my dream paradise? I saw this sacred place, and in the midnight dream of summer, I looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally waited for the red line marriage of the old moon. Just suddenly walked into this strange world. Suddenly, I seem to have eaten the immortal Chang 'e and flew to the misty Guanghan Palace. The light suddenly appeared and the breeze blew slightly. Why is this mysterious moon palace far from the myth I heard as a child?
The summer wind is soft and warm. Where is the man who leads the red line? My heart yearns for it, and I look forward to it. In the deep night sky, a red line seems to be around my heart, which I can't wave away and keep pulling. At night, the breeze looks forward to the bright moon, and the bright moon palace lingers. The fingers on my heart are soft, gently and slowly, circling the gem in my heart. I am thinking, I am guessing, who is the masked woman on the moon? Could it be Chang 'e?
With a little girl's longing for spring, I finally came to the masked woman's side in the quiet night sky with moonlight and shining stars, following the auspicious clouds woven by red lines. This is not the moon palace of fairy tales when I was a child. The palace is full of excitement, decorations and fairy tales. Immortals from all walks of life gather here to show their magical powers. The masked woman is wearing a beautiful butterfly dress with red inside, a willow with a thin waist and almond eyes, and her eyes are full of mysterious flowers. It seems that her eyes are the blooming faces of flowers, all kinds of brilliance and splendor, which vaguely exudes the taste of dreams in the world of her eyes.
"Come with me!" A sweet word made my whole body tender, as if she were my wife, playing the role of "playing with each other and chasing fireflies under the lights at night" with me in the maze set by the gods on the wedding night. Lady, please lift your veil and let me see your beauty and kiss your grace. Along the way, I followed the woman through Yaotai Xianchi and bypassed pavilions, but I saw colorful splendor in the distance. Those flowers were in full bloom, and the lady turned her white dress, her black hair was shining with a soft and bright luster, and her eyes were smiling. She took out a Yu Di and stood in the wind, and a hundred flowers instantly turned into colorful flowers fairies, some holding pipa, some playing guzheng and some dancing with Yue Xian.
The brilliance in the night is getting stronger and brighter. This night, I witnessed this wonderland that is spotless, and I saw this mysterious lady who made my heart flutter. In my dream, my mouth couldn't help smiling.
that night, I began to step into the dream situation again. I met my wife again and took me around. The lady told me that the world in heaven is good, but the landscape on earth is more charming. I listened to the lady's words and joined hands with her to spend a fairyland on earth. One day in the sky, a thousand years on earth. My wife and I have worn modern clothes, traveled all over the world and tasted the fireworks.
Go back to my hometown, where my mother dreams all day. There are sweet and kind memories of my mother. Surrounded by green mountains, green water flows forever, the blue sky, long white clouds, uncle and aunt sister working in the fields with bare upper body, aunt carrying a doll to boil water and chop wood, rice fragrance floating in the smoke, and grandma's aging face ...
I remember that the zongzi wrapped by my mother and pieces of moist dark green zongzi leaves were folded into the shape of a funnel by my mother's skillful hands and put away. Wrapped in the shape of a quadrangular cylinder, tightly tied with a rope, and boiled in a pressure cooker filled with water for more than two hours, the green elves with mouth-watering and fragrant zongzi made their teeth sweet and their hearts crisp ...
Friendship once bloomed with beautiful fragrance in the flower season of life, with books we read together, tears we shed together, songs we sang together, dances we danced together. Singing loudly in the fields; Playing by the stream ... pure as water, pure and sweet.
love, quietly blooming in the bottom of my heart, secretly like, unrequited love alone, lingering in my dream, the girl's heart, who can understand? Imagine, imagine, can hug and kiss with you in the golden sea of flowers; Can dance a moving waltz with you in the castle full of fairy tales; It's a pity that it's impossible to enjoy the beauty of flowers and sunshine with you in the purple taro flower field, because I'm not brave enough, because I don't deserve love in my life like a small woman ... < P > Memories, sentimental feelings, sweetness and sadness are wrapped around my heart, and I can't let it go for a long time. I have suffered the pain, the tears, the confusion, the emptiness and the loneliness. Is the nightmare of life over, or is my dream just beginning? Or, in the dream, flowers bloom and fall, and the cycle is season after season?
This night's dream, my wife took me back to the Moon Palace. She said that there is a beautiful place called misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery of spring-like seasons flashed before my eyes every year. Unconsciously, it has been thirty years since then. Jiangnan is familiar to me because it has been with me for thirty years. Jiangnan is strange to me, because I never cared about the beauty and peace it brought me. Ever since, I hit the wall in the world, escaping from all the grievances, I have been obsessed with words.
In the online world, I made many friends and they gave me a lot of help. They said, my words are untrue and full of loopholes; They said that my article can't naturally reveal the true feelings; They said that the structure of my article is unbalanced; They said, my words are full of nonsense, not floating and dragging, not clever ... These have all hit me to some extent, but why didn't it come from their sincere concern and encouragement? Once, I thought I was home. Now, I'm in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River. The former, like my father, is strict with me but persuasive, and its figure is broad and stalwart; The latter, like my mother, often gives me a gentle smile, encouragement and gentleness, which is the confidence they give me. Its face is beautiful and kind.
misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has given me a lot of warmth and happiness, a lot of affirmation and support, and a lot of friendship and care. Here, I have found a new home, a home full of happiness and misty rain. It is like a girl, wearing a pink umbrella, wearing a purple cheongsam, stepping on the unique charm of Jiangnan women in the misty rain lane and spreading a shallow smile.