Jiangnan Spring Rain (Prose Poetry)
Author: Tiaozi
Is the spring rain in Du Mu's Apricot Blossom Wine meaningful?
The spring breeze melts the rain, and the pipa strings of Yan walk smartly?
The whole night in Jiangnan was covered with a misty raincoat, stained with the charming smile, exquisite charm and shy romance of Miss Chun.
Raincoat, it was in winter that grandma spent 998 1 day spinning gray hair into snowflakes and twisting them into threads.
Eager for a winter stream, let the rain become gentle and gentle, and slowly start the flow of youth; The grassland that has been dry for a winter makes the rain moisten the heart, and Yingying reveals the mystery of nature. Lonely branches for a winter, showing a little pink, as if a call could shake them off; A boat that has been depressed for a winter is eager to jump into the agitation of spring tides. ...
The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a warm multi-voice lyric movement, and the flowing years carry the bird's nest in the season of life, which makes you and I gently set off a quiet dream and turn it into colorful confusion.
As a result, the symphony orchestra of life played the melody of love, the mellow talk was no longer an illusory illusion, and the hot heart smiled at the branches of spring and accepted the rain and dew.
On the night in the south of the Yangtze River, everything throbs.
At night in the south of the Yangtze River, everything was intoxicated.
Spring Rain (Prose Poetry)
Text/Lin Yuhong
Spring rain is like silk, looking at tall buildings, filled with rain and fog, like countless hills. Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs along the road stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips. Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea. However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea!
The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.
Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world and the ambition of Hongyan. We will be able to share prosperity with the mountains and rivers, and the small drops of dragons will merge into an ocean. This is really the spirit of leaving wine in the wind.