Question 2: "Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River" means broken bridge and misty rain, which means that the mood is as foggy as the weather and the mood is low. It means watching the broken bridge, walking in the misty rain and softly singing the sadness of parting.
Question 3: What do you mean, it's rainy and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's easy to feel blue? The rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River are easy to make people feel depressed and blend with each other.
Question 4: A letter to Han Chuo, the magistrate of Yangzhou, a poem describing misty rain.
Du Mu
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
Dreamed of the south bank
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
South of the Yangtze river
Han Anonymous
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,
Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Wei Zhuang
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Listen to the original.
Women who sleep in the rain and sell wine in Jiangnan restaurant are very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Song of the south river
Liu Yun
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset.
Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover.
You don't know anything new, but you teach by example.
Nanhu spring jujube
Bai Juyi
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Question 5: I hope you can play the poem describing the string sent by misty rain in the quiet night. If you smell acacia, the rhyme will be weak.
The bullet was destroyed, and the wine was destroyed. The misty rain is hazy and drunk, and the sky sends poems.
The world of mortals is dripping with eternal attachment and crystal clear. When you look at the world of mortals, you will remember that the world of mortals has disappeared. I gradually woke up from my dream, wiped the sweat from my forehead, but vaguely fell into the same dream, a colorless dream, a colorless dawn. Sit on the top of the mountain, turn the page of heaven and earth, slowly absorb and gently put the breath into your body. In the sky, a drizzle gently slides down, awakening the voice of the earth and raising a gentle sun.
A pair of muddy feet in the world of mortals, on a white dividing line, tells the story of time between day and night. Looking back, we can see the sleeping soul of ancient poetry, the rolling dust of Jinge iron horse, the lonely boat driven to the end of the world by travelers, the passers-by who have broken the time, the bitter frost in the distant cold, the drifting candlelight, the lost spring flowers, and the forgotten petals of residual flowers taking on their own destiny or longing. The world of mortals, like misty rain, dripped the hearts of many lovers. A pair of muddy feet in the world of mortals ran around in the misty rain, and a crescent moon stood on the eaves of the misty rain world. It was the delicate fingertips that sprinkled the white Yin Hui into the years, as if there were a little less frost, swaying countless mottled shadows, which turned out to be a wet and silent time. As the saying goes,
No one knows when we will satisfy what we desire. More often, we just keep thinking about each other, the spring when flowers are floating in the wind, and the autumn when maple leaves rustle, until the snow is flying all over the sky and the years pass. Time will not stop because of feelings, time will only go by itself. At some point, it will move back and forth. In the softest place in your heart, a gentle pumping will be accompanied by a pain to correct your heart. ...
The beauty of misty rain and red dust is particularly vague. It's like a piece of paper that is soaked, crumpled and discarded, then tied up and pushed away, and different shades of ink splash at will. No matter how far and close you look before and after, or how carefully you look up and down, there is no difficulty at all. Like a phantom, they are all shades of black. Like human dreams, chaotic world, chaotic world, chaotic world and chaotic universe seem to never stop. The drizzle is like smoke and tears, and the vague sleep is moved and excited by this vague existence. I smiled knowingly. At the moment, I don't mention singing, and all the birds stop singing. This fuzzy black is so quiet that I can hardly hear my heartbeat.
Without fatigue, there would be no meditation on misty rain and the world of mortals, erasing the lonely fantasy. The damp wind came back from nowhere, and the history of misty rain culture fled one after another. The footsteps like scattered sand crushed the ladder of edification and longing, and the long rhyme was empty. The strings of the violin are broken, the poets who taste wine are scattered, the footsteps of falling flowers have gone with the running water, and the mud is still there. I can't see the delicate feelings of the world of mortals, nor can I understand the entanglement of the world of mortals. It is said that butterflies can't fly over the sea, and acacia can't stand the temptation of the world of mortals, but it is ever-changing and will eventually return to its original point. Everything has changed. What I can't grasp is the passage of time. I want to travel through time and space and collect all my feelings, but there is a reluctance in the gap of my soul. In the struggle, I swam to an unknown place and saw fireworks shining in the dark. The beauty of that moment is abnormal, but it is an illusion after all. After the silence, I wonder if there are still tears dripping gently in my eyes. ...
Chun Yan is whispering ancient ballads, the flute is melodious with the love dream of green shoots, and the path is bumpy with the song of life. Heart, quietly intoxicated in the poetry of sunset swimming, gentle spring breeze, gently turn misty rain and red dust into green melody.
The footsteps of summer suddenly slipped from the transparent cicada wings. Small river, the hustle and bustle of running breaks the silence of misty rain and red dust, slaps the pentium dream, hits the middle-stream water, and the carefree laughter of teenagers condenses the beauty of summer; The silent pride of the waves flies over the throb of misty rain and the world of mortals.
In the autumn wind, the smoke is gentle, the first long cry of returning geese is born, the pupils are rich and flashing, and the strings of harvest are playing on the giant piano in the field. A stem with clear ears shines brightly in the misty rain and red dust.
The snowy area in winter is silent. Facing the dusk of a snowy night, there is a heart as clear as water. Long-term yearning and attachment are the whispers of misty rain and red dust in the wind. Through the silence of winter, thoughts beat my back like misty rain and red dust mountain.
The voice of thought has finally blossomed, and the dream sail of the world of mortals is more and more on the scenery of life ... >>
Question 6: Ask for a composition about misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The so-called desire for a complete Jiangnan is just a refuge for dreams in the middle of the night.
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The original boat listens to the rain, the apricot blossoms in the deep lane, and the moonlight on the 24 th Bridge for many years. Perhaps it is just a distant memory, with three points in the painting and seven points in the feather.
Clouds all over the sky, crossing the boat in the wild, looking at the fate of Xiling, drunk as inkstone, half condensed and half scattered.
Forget the long years, but forget the fate of life and death. In the misty rain and the world of mortals, I only wish to have a quiet night, go boating in the meander, watch the sunrise and the blue flowers in spring, so that my heart will be pure and miscellaneous, and Huai Kong will be bright.
There are no tears on Xiaoxiang bamboo, no words on Sansheng stone, and the dream of breaking the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is only as shallow as water.
Second, entering Jiangnan, the scenery is as old as before. The West Lake is blue, the night in Suzhou is cool, the flowers and willows are green, the dust is flying, the river maple is fishing, and the jade is whispering. When I looked back, it turned into a cloud of smoke, disappeared with the passage of time, and put a fine layer of wind between my fingers. I know it's over, but there's nothing I can do.
Sometimes, the annihilation of fate is also the beginning of fate. Sometimes, if you give up, you will become immortal inadvertently.
Such as embroidering Jiangnan, so it exists in the heart and is engraved in the memory.
Kindness is like water, spirit is like water, and the gentle sparkling paddle shadow can't give birth to a trace of fetters, but it has become a permanent lingering in the hearts of passers-by for no reason. If you love this water, you would like it to drift thousands of miles like water, silently laughing with you, but quietly following the scenery outside. When it's time to enter your eyes, when it's time to be silent, be silent.
The sea will not dry up, stones will not rot, the sky will not be barren, and the land will not age. Accompanied by misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, only for life.
If I smell it, if I want to.
Broken bridge, wind and lotus in Quyuan, three pools under the moon, Su Causeway in mid-spring, looking for it, everything is just a vague memory, and the morning breeze of Xiao Yue is hazy.
At an altitude of nine kilometers, it suddenly became clear, and some knots suddenly became clear. Like a June breeze blowing through the West Lake.
The dream is buried in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Wake up, wake up.
Jiangnan is in my heart, who knows the scenery?
-I walked through the memory hall thousands of years ago.
For you, walking on an ancient heritage is just for the sake of
The promise made to future generations thousands of years ago makes this life return the beauty we passed by at the beginning. ......
Question 7: The words describing the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are brighter than the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Rivers and lakes criss-cross, water networks criss-cross, small bridges and flowing water, ancient towns and villages, picturesque; Classical gardens, winding paths and secluded places, have endless charm; Wunong soft language, Jiangnan silk and bamboo, has a unique charm.
Apricot flowers and misty rain; Poetic and picturesque; Misty rain; The fragrance and fog are lingering; Cui Geng pounced on people; Nature; Exquisite
Question 8: Reading the composition makes me feel misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I like reciting since I was a child. No matter how vicissitudes of time, my eyes on literature have never been removed for a moment. Accidentally came to the recitation area, and since then the soul has a place to put it. How lucky I feel! ……
When a Lu Youqing's "misty rain south of the Yangtze River" appeared in front of me, this exquisite text touched my heart. When you enter the scene with words, you will see such a picture ... In May, a graceful woman walked in the ancient town garden, wearing a simple and elegant classical cheongsam and holding an oil-paper umbrella. What's her mood now? I am immersed in infinite reverie ... I think she may expect another pair of loving eyes at the other entrance of the garden? A word of comfort? A hug? ..... Maybe the person she loves came late or stood me up. She just walked in the garden, walking selflessly ... stop and go, as if waiting to see the clear sky through the clouds. Wet weather and wet mood can't hide her inner anxiety, can they? Or does the heart belong? So that she got her clothes and shoes wet, and she felt her heart beating fast and smoothly? ..... or maybe her heart is too tired. In this era of materialistic desires and floating people's hearts, she has become numb to these worldly affairs, flattery and intrigue ... in order to avoid the noise of the world, find this pure land and give herself a chance to sort out her mood? ..... or she's lucky. All the good things in the world are coming to her. She is a "pistachio". She is very happy. She is very happy. Even when she looks at the clothes that men hold up for the beloved woman in the rain and sees the loving action, she will feel comfortable and warm, smiling without a word. ..... Or maybe the engaged woman is lingering, cherishing and yearning for the world, strolling in the garden, and her brow is condensed with faint longing and joy. In her eyes, everything in front of her is beautiful, the pursuit of a better life, the free and easy and detached view of the world with a kind eye, and the thinking mode of embracing the world with a grateful heart. Isn't that what we want? How big the heart is, how big our stage is ... Maybe, maybe, it is clearly what we want to say, but who can tell the complicated thoughts inside! I think the author died young in his thirties. How much she misses the world! Cherish life and be kind to people around you ... will the author's freehand brushwork be the latter? Is it because you are in a good mood that a beautiful article should be imagined like this? I can't help feeling ridiculous. ...
After reading the article, I am still immersed in the freehand brushwork of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Life is like this, don't we just look at the world with a sentimental heart? Can you really get more if you can pay more? Life is a magnetic field. Who doesn't appreciate and analyze the surrounding scenery like under the hazy misty rain? Being a man? Doing things? ..... Now I understand what kind of mood is used to appreciate the original score of an article, and people's inner world is so rich! A misty heart, endless worries, a bright smile, everything can be put down, put down!