Jiangnan misty and rainy aesthetic prose 1 I like to feel poetic romance in misty and rainy Jiangnan. At the sparkling water's edge, we count the beauty left by the wind of the years, the graceful south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle in the sand, the long pillow river, the small bridge and the flowing water. The gauze in the rain always makes people think infinitely, and the thin rain drops obliquely, gently stroking the water town, just like the graceful dance of calligraphy, vaguely hiding the ethereal beauty. Cool rain falls gently on the bluestone board, slowly flows into the center of the lake, condenses into picturesque ink, and washes away the south of the Yangtze River.
At night, listening to the rain beating on the window lattice, some are melancholy and some like it. Clear rain washes away the noise of the world of mortals. At this moment, the world of mortals also found a moment of peace, small distant mountains and shallow eyebrows, and a few wisps of smoke and jade screen exhibition; A leaf boat, a lake of smoke, old hatred has not added new sorrow; The lights are dim, the powder is falling, the shawl is misty and rainy, and a bay is sad; A person sits by the window, thinks a lot, spreads elegant stationery, writes about past lives, and makes the world change, do you understand?
You are a poem that I can't finish all my life, and it is connected with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River like silk cotton. Flowers bloom for a long time, stained with the fragrance of a season. Things change in temperature, and the world of mortals always drifts slowly between prosperity and disorder. Many times, it's not just the beginning of the story. The left side is like a dream, the right side is like a poem, and the faint fragrance of flowers is flowing, which is a fleeting time. I will meet you without regrets and fall in love with you without regrets.
You know, you are a missed stop in my life, and it is futile for me to catch up with you. I almost heard your sigh in the echo of the empty valley. You said that the fate of your life has no end, and we can only hide each other deeply in our dreams. In the dead of night, tears slipped down the pillow quietly, mixed with the sound of rain and choked together.
There are as many such nights as there are so many such sorrows. I can only throw my deep thoughts in the rain and let the breeze blow dry slowly. I always expect you to appear at the end of the rainy lane, not to mention that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble until things change, just for the moment when I first met you.
A person's life is bittersweet, bittersweet and mixed, and no one can escape fate. After going through one journey after another, I climbed over one mountain after another, and finally realized that some roads can only be walked by one person. Some people will never forget, but they still have to wave goodbye. Laughing, crying and complaining are of no help. Life goes on. If you send away today and tomorrow, no one can change your destiny. So cherish today. Tonight, let the rain take away all the sadness, find a quiet corner, gently place your inner confusion and let yourself grow for a period of time.
Life is a grand event, and someone will always surprise you. Perhaps it is the accident of a paragraph, perhaps it is a look back among thousands of people, and a word "understand" can connect two souls; A sound of concern, then tick off all the attachment in each other's hearts.
There is no rehearsal, no rehearsal, it comes so suddenly, everything is so natural, meeting is so beautiful, like a tree blooming, and flowers are everywhere. It's breathtaking, but I don't want to pull away from this dream. Even though Qian Shan is full of water, we may never see each other's faces clearly, but we are still so willing; Even if I have no chance to sit together for a cup of tea and chat all my life, I still miss each other's warmth and stay together until the end of the years, without sadness or sigh.
I understood at once and filled in all the stationery; I miss you once, but I haven't said it yet. Hot tears have already become a string. The same soul gathers all the languages into an invisible warmth, warm to tears and warm to silence.
Life is like a play, when the gongs and drums ring, the curtain slowly opens, and the protagonist and supporting role appear one after another, either sad or happy. Stage a complete story. As soon as the gongs and drums stopped, people returned to reality and interpreted their own stories. God always plays jokes on people, which makes people laugh and cry. Couples who are strangers to strange bedfellows should stay together for a long time. People who care for each other can't hold hands and have a pleasant conversation. Only those who fall down are gaunt, tearful and heartbroken. Even if I'm black and blue, I will.
Ask the world; "What is love? It will only make people commit suicide, that is, love, but why is it so hurtful? " ? That is, destiny takes a hand, why it is inappropriate and far apart. The Buddha said, "Fate is the cause and effect of the reincarnation of previous lives. The encounter in this life is a media contract arranged by God. The unfinished love in the last life must end in this life. There is no time, no one is right or wrong, and who is bewitched by whom in the joys and sorrows, it is unclear and unclear. "
Understand that there is an emotion that is doomed. Some people can enter your soul, but they can't enter your life. Who doesn't want to be a suicide, who doesn't want to be a saint, who can be so detached and so heartless? People are not vegetation, how can unforgettable feelings be so light? If we can say that the weight is heavy and the light is light, it is just taking part in accidental amusement rather than true feelings. Perhaps the hardest thing to forget in life is an unforgettable feeling.
If I can, I would like to turn into a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, graceful and restrained into a poem, a drop in your eyes and a drop in your heart; A drop takes away sadness, and a drop locks family; Dancing with you in the misty rain. Between country houses, drinking with you. In the years as plain as water, sadness and joy move forward silently with * * *, and I believe this true feeling is enough to support the vast blue sky in your heart and mine. It's not a false oath, it's not a sweet talk, but a tremor from the heart.
Tonight, I miss you in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River! Read you with fragrant words! Looking for you in lingering poems! Are you tired? Please stop and have a rest. Let me dream a dream, play a song in the south of the Yangtze River, meet a strange poem, walk a small bridge, dance a cloud, drink a cup of adult wine, write love into your palm, put happiness into your bag and accompany you quietly. Years later, maybe I'm just a vague shadow in your memory. Please remember that I was in your life and remember our beautiful past.
It is misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. Fog in the rain, rain in the fog. Misty rain is a dreamy scenery, and the hazy sky is a legend of clouds. The memory of yesterday's snowflake was engraved on the window lattice, and the fragrance of green leaves fell on the windowsill this morning. Spring pulls the green curtain, and the spring water daydreams, and the strings burst; Camellia fragrance is elegant, and the sound of books is loud. There is misty rain in Jiangnan. Magnolia is quiet in the misty rain, lilacs meditate in the haze, misty rain is like a fairyland on earth, and the years of falling flowers are like hometown. A rain and a gust of wind woven a curtain of green, a curtain of willow blue, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
According to the window of my heart, I received a misty rain and scattered a piece of paper. Smoke is like black ink, rain is like light clouds, and nebulae are outlined everywhere in the splash. In the morning, there are colorful clouds, and in the evening, there are Baise chardonnay, enjoying flowers and wood, and enjoying elegant tea. In the yard, I found a quiet place and leisure time, fiddling with the piano in the dark. Look at the fog in the misty rain, and listen to the rain in the hazy. Poetry is dripping with words, and the sound is moist and foggy. It's misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, slightly dyed green. Spring flowers on the face, holding hands with birds at the phoenix. A pot of spring wine has drunk the green of the mountain and the wind of the lake. Stir up the green curtain, a touch of soft green, a pot of thick green, a drizzle in the lake. Singing with elegant poetic style, hazy drizzle.
Watch the misty rain and the swallows pick the green curtain. The stone road was stained with layers of turquoise, wet and light green in the fog. Footsteps stepped on the grass and petals, flowed through the alley, and dispersed the ghost of spring. The river is foggy, with patches of spring scenery, a layer of rain and fog, and a spring breeze. Sowing kindness and tolerance in silence, blending with spring and greenery, full of greenery, quiet and warm. Heart source lotus meditation, the heart is as quiet as Buddha. Looking back at Jiangnan, there is no noise, impetuousness and dispute in the world. Listening to the rustling in the bamboo forest, watching the moonlight in the lotus pond, I fell asleep.
The long river of memory, listening to a quiet little song. Soothing, charming and intoxicating. Like a clear spring and flowing water, my feelings are lingering. The drizzle dispelled the haze and the warm sunshine shone in. Dreams awaken the years and refine the rings. The fragrance of spring, the beauty of summer, the golden color of autumn and the wishes of winter are swaying in the human breeze. There is always pure land outside the world of mortals, what floats away is dust, and what remains is tranquility. One morning, the setting sun stuck to the ground, and the years were interpreted in the eternal world of mortals. Flowers bloom and fall on strangers, and the world is scattered. Indifferent between heaven and earth, proud of the world of mortals, years south of the Yangtze River, misty rain leisurely. ...
The third article of Jiangnan misty rain aesthetic prose "The wind sticks here and sticks to the thoughts of passers-by;" The rain came here and twisted into a line, pestering us to circulate in the world ... "A song" Jiangnan "reminds me of my hometown. Oh, great! That hometown, my hometown should be forgotten by me soon. ......
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child. I don't know how many times I stepped on the fine sand in front of the door since I was a child. I don't know how many footprints I left in the field outside the door, and it's not just the smell I left on the cypress tree at the door. ......
Growing up, I don't know how many naughty children there are!
It rained every day in those days. Under the hazy sky, plumes of smoke rose slowly, and drizzle fell silently from the sky, so happy. Gradually, gradually, watching the boat coming out of the window in the distance and listening to the Texas tunes of the people next door not far away, I vaguely returned to my childhood. ......
My childhood, since I was born, was destined to be happy, not sad.
I remember it was the spring and summer when I was five years old! At that time, the small pond in front of the house had not been filled up, and all the flowers beside the pond had not been cut down. At that time, my favorite thing was catching tadpoles and fishing with the children in the neighborhood on the steps by the small pond. Although my father always scolds me for catching empty fish and getting my clothes wet, I feel very happy.
What makes me most happy is rainy days: at that time, smoke will come out from the door, corner and chimney of every household, and it will also echo the raindrops falling from the sky, creating a scene that makes people feel like smoke when the fairy comes down to earth on TV. Paint a mysterious color to the small pond on rainy days.
Under the lonely plane tree, it used to be the best place for me to play with my friends. Unfortunately, it has disappeared now!
Maybe it's providence! It saw that I was not sad, so it took my relatives: mother and aunt away. Later, even Mo Mo followed his father to Hangzhou.
A crisp whistle pulled me up from a vague place, and I recovered from my memories. I can't help but feel that those wonderful pictures, those childhood life lingering in my heart, are pushing me to grow up. The shadow of playing under the tree has been extended until later ... but I still stay in my memory.
The iris has withered, and it seems to be back to childhood in the misty rain. I see my childhood memories calling me, calling me. ......
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is moving, and the past scenes are fascinating.
Ah! Jiangnan is foggy and rainy!
In a specific geographical position, the beautiful prose of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River gave birth to this delicate and feminine water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the specific temperament was more fresh in the dense rain and fog.
It rained in Mao Mao for a few days, which brought the carelessness of spring to the extreme. Jiangnan in the rain was like a thin veil.
Crispy green has become the eternal theme of Jiangnan. Stone bridge in water lane, falling flowers in deep well, people sleeping in the river, blue tiles and white walls, moist moss growing in pieces, the texture of Banbarge Road can be seen. All this, in the drizzle flying in the south of the Yangtze River, struck a bleak mood.
Did the willows in Jiang Nanan turn green, or did the drizzle awaken the spring? As if overnight, Jiangnan became a green leaf. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang's "Fishing Songs" described it vividly: "Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. " Rain and Jiangnan have unfinished feelings, so painting them red and green gives Jiangnan a kind of smart beauty.
In the misty rain, wandering in a quiet path, listening to the sound of rain hitting the young leaves of the phoenix tree, is like enjoying a magical song. The trees along the road are extraordinary, and through the gaps in the leaves, it seems that the beauty of Jiangnan rotates with the raindrops.
Jiangnan is far away from the noise, and the drizzle is quieter, but it is not cool. It erases the dust from the soil and makes everything "brand new". Look at that new tree moistened by rain. It stands upright, showing its light and healthy vitality. The green leaves sparkled. What is spring rain as expensive as oil? Perhaps this is the embodiment of Jiang Nanyu's scenery and charm, which gives people enjoyment and naturally becomes a dreamlike fairyland written by literati.
Jiangnan in the rain evokes endless thoughts. In the long rain lane in my memory, I can always meet a girl with a lilac-like knot, walking in the smoky Jiang Nanyu fog. Her faint eyes, faint melancholy, dissipated in hazy poetry. When we step on the smooth slate, we feel a little bit in our hearts, savor the tolerance and poetry of Jiangnan, and experience the elegance of Jiangnan in this fascinating world, we will feel that we are reading a book full of infinite mystery of nature.
The beautiful prose of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River (5) is a rustling melody, with human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.
Miao Man, stuck between her tongues, wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.
Tea is fragrant, a song is bright, a moonlight is endless, time is like water, the fragrance floats, savoring the taste of life, bitter and sweet. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, rolling with the clouds outside, putting all the beautiful things in my heart, walking in the years with a bright smile, nourishing the long journey of life.
Listen attentively, look back on youth, Leng Xiang is full of sleeves, and draw the future hand in hand. A piece of book ink stirred up the heart of light, dragged the dream, dyed the book, and turned into the feelings of Baiwei Wenxuan. Talking about singing literature, recalling the past and present in Xing Yun's works.
Unfortunately, I tried painting in my last life, but I didn't. Wasted the prosperity of that prosperous time. Waiting for this life, just waiting for you to make up for me at the end of the painting; Performing with you. Rough sea, braving the wind and waves; Wandering between mountains and rivers. An attack, drifting away from the south of the Yangtze River, fell in front of me; I want to draw a misty rain with you. I only want to paint for you in this life; The afterlife is because you lost that scene, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, who can be independent for you, who can write unchanging feelings for you, only the bright moonlight on the horizon shines on your pure heart. You made the moonlight so soft.
Unforgettable dreams of the past, endless appreciation of the still water in the world, a handful of years of fragrance, peace of mind, and finally a dull life. Diligent, writing the legend of life, a kind of happiness, condensed into a bright eye in walking, blooming in a faint ray. Deep in the soul, silence, walking alone, self-confidence in the heart, one journey after another, in the eyes, is far from enough scenery.
Time is like water, and the heart is in a flash. Once, in every passing day, I looked at the inner scenery with a kind of indifferent eyes, watching the clouds rolling and letting my feelings spread. Or on a rainy day, read a long poem, write in fine print, and watch the drizzle, which is endless from morning till night, lingering, endless, accompanied by drizzle, listening to soothing music, let it flow gently through your ears, and your heart is extremely quiet and comfortable.
Life is beautiful and short. Some people are lonely, some people are colorful, and different people have different life pursuits; Life is a one-way street with no return journey, and everyone uses all his time to move forward.
I miss you, my calling arm is in my hope, through the foggy spring, through my black hair and your hand. ...
Not a dream, a dream.
It is said that Jiangnan in October is a picture in picture, and the lotus in October is a landscape poem, Jiangnan, Wuzhen ... Mowa, clear water, blue sky, arch bridge, Qingshi Road and lotus pond. The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds, sometimes rolled into a ball, and sometimes scattered into a piece, turning into a pale white gauze fog, and the hazy picture reflects the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The stream flowing quietly at the foot is graceful and quiet as a girl in a dream, and the quaint Wu Peng boat ripples on the water with the leisurely mood of modern Wuzhen people. The woman in a flowered shirt is rocking the boat and humming a tune, which makes people have infinite reverie. ...
Wuzhen, what a wonderful name, a melodious ancient rhyme "Eighteen Gifts", seems to see a woman holding an oiled paper umbrella and then walking slowly in a long alley, who opened her heart first? Who left Acacia? Who dyed her lips red? Or did Jiangnan dye her lips red? How many girls are drunk in the water town and drunk to talk.
I have been longing for the beauty of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of "a small bridge with flowing water" and the happiness of Lu Xun's childhood. The old house with black walls and carved windows and blue tiles, together with the fashionable young people in the town, constitutes a suitable picture in shades. In the traditional characteristic workshop, sipping the teapot to make fragrant tea, drinking the taste, enjoying the rhyme and being carefree.
The breeze is blowing, and the night in the water town is as cool as water, gentle and charming. Find an ancient teahouse by the stream and look at the long shops on the other side. The red lantern is like a dream, reflecting the stone bridge, gorgeous and gorgeous, just like the green skirt of the lotus girl, beautiful dance, bringing infinite joy and comfort. Drink a cup of water town rice wine to make your heart intoxicated. ...
Not a lotus, a lotus.
A unique city, shuttling through the jungle of reinforced concrete, is bustling like a grain of dust. I know that nothing in this city belongs to me. I am like a child who occasionally escaped from the misty rain dream in the south of the Yangtze River and came to a strange city. I can't find a white cloud or a song of my own here. I can only open the locked heart with words. Look at those wonderful characters, like a drop of water, falling from a height, penetrating time and thick history.
The water town may not be gorgeous and precious in the eyes of ordinary people, but its unique simplicity and charm for thousands of years, its strong humanistic atmosphere, academies and former residences ... are all hidden in the light of bamboo cultivation, recording the feelings of many literati for the water town and bearing the prosperity of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is no longer road in this world than feet, and there is no more beautiful scenery than Jiangnan. In the breeze, it seems that the unique fragrance of "Auntie's Cake" floats from the distance of the town ... I have long yearned for the pure beauty in my heart to perform a pure woman in my memory, holding a song and dancing lightly in Jiangnan, so that the spotless soul can row to every sunrise in Jiangnan water town like a dream.
In the season of "the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers are of different colors", away from the "gentlemen in flowers", the ears are gradually away from the noise and troubles of the world, the simple and unique aesthetic feeling, and the style of "getting out of the mud without dyeing". Let me know: "light" is the deepest taste of life. Some people and things really exist in my life. No matter what feelings and helplessness, the primary colors of life are real.
Standing in front of the Buddha, I made a wish for this life, hoping that I can also be a lotus-like woman, with a lotus-like heart, not fighting in a world of disputes, not arguing in a noisy background, and bringing a lotus-like fragrance and warmth to life. Hang infinite feelings in Yang Liuan and let it wait for the faint rain in the south of the Yangtze River. ...