Poetry describing the misty rain in Jiangnan:
The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is sleeping listening to the rain. ——"Bodhisattva Barbarian·Everyone says that Jiangnan is good" Wei Zhuang
I have a leisurely dream of Jiangnan with ripe plum blossoms, and at night the boat plays the flute and the rain whistles. ——"Dream Jiangnan·Orchid Embers Falling" Huangfu Pine
It is late in the water country, and the misty rain has collected in the spring suburbs. ——"Jiang Nanchun" Li Zhong
In the breeze, the stern of the boat is fragrant, and the red carp is jumping in the drizzle. ——"Two Songs from Jiangnan" Lu Guimeng
After the new rain passes by the ferry, white apples are born at night.
——"Jiang Nanchun" Zhang Jie