Bodhisattva Man Author: Wei Zhuang (Tang)
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all 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.
Lin 'an first set foot on the land in the spring rain.
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Chu and Qing dynasties drinking water on the lake after the rain: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Shouyang District Xiaoxiang Night Rain Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Ma Zhiyuan fishing lights dim, guests dream back.
One heartbreak after another.
Wan Li, the home of a lonely boat, shed tears every few lines.
Spring Rain Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin Spring has come, I'm lying in bed in a white coat, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a bead curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.
Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
Zhou Shi's epigraph name: Zhou Shi cited | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: He Zhu receives rain and cold, oblique light clears up, and spring is empty. Liu Bei's pavilion, which was yellow, was folded first by leaning against people. Smoke and water everywhere, reflected a few times red, Pingsha sold all the dragon snow.
I still remember when I passed the customs just now. Will be sent. Painting the ground and fragrant wine, red tears and clear songs, will become a light farewell.
Looking back on the past years, there is no sound, no dust. Want to know your heart, what is * *' s new trouble? Bananas don't spread Lilac Festival. After being haggard for a long time, both of them are tired of affairs.
Long Xiangsiyu epigraph name: Sauvignon Blanc | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Yong, a sound, a more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.
Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall.
Spring and Autumn Period: Song Dynasty | Author: Qin Guan night light thunder, light floating tiles uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
Rain by the stream Two Dynasties: Tang Dynasty | Author: Cui Daorong returned to the pond, the rain at his feet was like reeling, and wild birds could not afford to fly. If you don't have time to plow and fish, Akita will probably drip.
Sit and watch the dark clouds and heavy rain, and spray mountains in front of you. Suddenly, there were dark clouds overhead and it was stormy, but it was the night before the mountain came out.
Four Unique Rainy Season Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: The wind chased the remnant snow in the suburbs of Liu Chenweng, and the water sent by Aoxi River broke it. The urchin pointed to the goose in the cloud. When did the mountain flowers bloom here?
Imperial Street Star Night Rain epigraph Name: Imperial Street Star | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhao Changqing was very helpless when he came late. Look at the red leaves and dance with the wind. Saddle is still in the mountains, and after dusk, it is not emotional. Come first and then hate, but we can't fight, and the weather is still miserable. The wind produces clouds and dies. Pretend to make some rain Sleepless people hold the first pair of solitary lamps. Who should I pay for? Never worry, scared to death, this level is hard to bear.
A beautiful sentence describing the spring rain in Jiangnan
The rain sprinkled on the river rippled on the calm water. Clever little fish jumped up and set off waves, as if sucking crystal raindrops; Rain, seeping into the soil, wheat seedlings are spreading green leaves, shining with rain and dew, really as green as willow branches; The grass woke up, stretched itself, and got out of the ground with the breath of spring. ...
The rain in Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasts for two or three days at a time, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like fine thread, densely woven diagonally, and she is wearing a new green dress dyed blue.
The spring rain is still so dense that it rains slowly. It's like the tip of the needle facing the wheat awn, and the rain drops from the air, which seems to cover the world with a transparent gauze, making everything look hazy, as if being in a dreamlike fairy tale world.
In the street, the wet road is like a shining river. People in the street are holding colorful umbrellas, like small petals floating on the water. Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling through the water waves. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, but there are also children who laugh when they see the spring rain.
Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. A long drought meets rain, no matter who looks at it, it is a beautiful scenery; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?
Early in the morning, the rain fell quietly, gently covering the earth with a layer of transparent gauze. At this time, as long as you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear a thin "rustling" sound, which is the sound that Miss Chun made when she stepped on the leaves and came to us. Raindrops are her gift to the earth. The house in the distance is hazy, and the plants in the vicinity are particularly green under the drizzle, which reminds me of the scene of "moistening things silently", and I enjoy this quietness and profundity alone.
Chunyu, like a naughty little pump girl, came to the earth with a brush. Look-the peach blossom is dyed pink by the brush; Rape flowers make the brush yellow; Grass and green leaves are dyed green; Miss Chun also dyed butterflies with a brush ... Ah! It turns out that spring rain is colorful!
Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock down reinforced concrete buildings. There are raindrops on the tile house, which jingle and immediately play a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. The rain is sudden, the voice is passionate, and Malik is rushing. The sound of rain has slowed down, and the sound has also weakened, and it gently seeps into your heart, like a breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. Their conscientious performance makes people's hearts gush with endless affection.
Miss Chun left quietly. The sky and the earth gradually became clear under the intermittent watering of the spring rain girl. The air is particularly fresh, and I can't smell the thick smell of automobile exhaust, barbecue garbage and flowers.
I walked out of the house with a lovely umbrella. The air is particularly fresh, and pedestrians on the road are already in a hurry. People who do morning exercises are bathed in the spring rain, and the rain washes away their drowsiness. Like children, the old man was kept at home for a winter. Hearing the footsteps of the spring rain, he happily walked in the rain with a small umbrella.
Listen! The rain dripped on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls on the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Water, dancing like a girl with water.
Spring rain is like a fairy, traveling all over Xiaoxing' anling; Spring rain flies over distant forests and cities like an angel; Spring rain is like a little girl with a pump, and it has a strong vitality.
Spring rain is different from the downpour of summer rain; Different from the dullness of autumn rain, it is more different from the coldness of winter rain. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through the spring rain, everything in the world is like a freehand painting, faint and faint.
The drizzle in Mao Mao fell from the sky, like an elegant fog, wetting the green morning in spring and the buds spit out by willow branches.
Shiny spring rain, like a group of naive and romantic dolls, gathered in the sky, frolicking down, making baby, and pouncing on the embrace of mother earth.
Spring rain is full of hope. It attracts swallows, larks, magpies, cuckoos, bees and butterflies. In the spring rain, birds are singing and bees are dancing. It will sweep away the desolation of winter and usher in a vibrant New Year.
Some dying plants are very thirsty. How much they want to drink water. When they were all thirsty, Miss Chunyu scattered the sweet rain and dew she brought to the earth. All the plants that drank enough water were full of energy and said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Chunyu!" " Miss Chun Yu smiled knowingly when she saw them happy. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!
Listen! Rain "ticks" on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls into the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin", and there is a small splash on the water, like a water girl dancing?
The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. The rain drops on the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It gently awakens the earth, quietly takes away the cold, and slowly soothes the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
With the continuous spring rain, small drops of water floated on the rose petals of peach blossoms, kept rolling and gathering, and thousands of glittering "pearls" appeared on the petals.
I was fascinated by it, and it was raining. You see, the rain will turn into magic: for a while, it looks like cow hair, for a while, it looks like silk, for a while, it looks like broken beads ... The rain is as light as fallen leaves, as thin as a needle tip, strings, strings, gently falling on the street and in people's hearts.
The spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky were pouring out, trying to blend into the embrace of the earth. Those odds and ends of snow had been touched before landing. The broken snow hanging on the branches looks beautiful, like a painting. It falls with the rain and flows around just right, between dark brown and light green yellow, making this ancient city a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.
The flooded river overflows the red dust, slides down on the desolate plateau, rolls down along the spirituality of water, passes through the eyes of music and turns into dripping spring rain.
You see, the Mao Mao rain, like cow hair, falls from the air, and floats in the air like a wisp of gauze, so light and soft. A few swallows are flying in the air, singing from time to time, as if to have their own tails to cut the rain curtain.
The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat blurred wheel corridor.
Without the excitement and chic during the day, the rain at night is gentle and impeccable, but it is also mysterious with a little cold. Silver rain rays hit the ground directly, like silk, like a trickle, like fog, like a dream. She immersed me in the realm of fantasy, imagining the wonder of the sky, creating such slender and bright silk threads, and adding so much vitality to the earth!
Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain. The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. Even fewer people like it.
I walked leisurely on the road, letting the raindrops hit my little umbrella, "crack, crack", "crack, crack", "that sound is crisp and pleasant, really nice! As if a small band descended from the sky and played the spring music for me.
"The rain in the sky is as slippery as crisp", and the thin spring rain always comes to you with seemingly silent steps. The sound of spring rain rustles. At this time, I must hold my breath and concentrate. That silence is like sound, and sound is more like silence. It plays gentle and graceful music in your heart, arousing the desire for love. It is not as warm and rough as summer rain, as dignified and thoughtful as autumn rain, and as natural and calm as winter rain. Spring rain is beautiful and charming.
Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
I can't wait to rush into the rain and find that the spring rain is as thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound, and I can't feel the dripping rain. I just feel that this is like moist smoke, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.
Raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop fall on the puddle formed by rain. The spring rain dyed the mountains green, the water green and the stone path green.
Spring rain is falling, with the spring breeze. The spring rain is sparse, dense and gray, and the houses with big trees and mountains in the distance are hazy, just like being immersed in a mist. Spring rain, like fog and non-fog, like line and non-line, like tangible and intangible ... From a distance, misty spring rain floats in mid-air like silk. Looking closely, it looks like petals sown by the goddess, dripping on trees and houses on the ground, rustling sand on the green grass, thirsty for a winter, and the earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
It was raining quietly, without any sound, and the glass windows were covered with water drops. This is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul. Paddle quietly with a little frothy feeling. Suspended but hazy through the window, unclear and uneven, just inadvertently stirred the mood. Either quiet or warm.
Spring rain is as thin as smoke, as thin as fog, like a gust of wind, so complicated! The whole world seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze, stick out your tongue, and you will never appreciate her existence. The fields are full of fertile soil, and wheat seedlings and roots and buds are sucking the dew from the sky. This is milk, this is bread, this is the hope to support them upward, what a good rain!
Looking closely, the spring rain is like petals scattered by the goddess, dripping on the trees and houses on the ground, and the rustling sand falls on the green grass. The thirsty earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
Walking into Zhongshan Park, where the spring rain is continuous, the yarn is like pearls, the dew is between the flowers, and the trees are fresh everywhere. Tourists spread out their little umbrellas with great interest. Through the rain curtain, I saw colorful umbrellas moving in the rain, like flowers in full bloom in the rain.
It is raining, the outside world is hazy, and the light rain is spinning in the air, like a dancer, performing a beautiful dance. After dancing in the air, I fell to the ground with a click, like a silent ballad, floating from all directions, melodious and intermittent, from far to near, from near to far. ...
Spring rain is as elegant and affectionate as a young woman. It is not as violent as summer rain, sad as autumn rain and cold as winter rain. It is so pure and light, euphemistic and implicit. More like a graceful Jiangnan talented woman, elegant and clean, elegant and not arrogant; Touching, fresh and romantic; Full of love for life and everything in the world.
The rain is really small, dripping, not like rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat blurred wheel corridor.
Extended reading: aesthetic sentences describing Jiangnan
The paths paved with bluestone slabs in the south of the Yangtze River, water lilies soaked with lilacs, willows beside Taohuawu, and ruins on broken stone dikes all evoke the fantasies of countless poets.
Looking at the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery at four seasons is different and interesting: it is misty and rainy in spring and full of lotus flowers in summer; Enjoy Sanqiu laurel in autumn and feel a cold snow in winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, unspeakable beauty can only be turned into poetic fragrance, floating in the rain and fading in the smoke for a long time.
Strolling in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, along the winding willow embankment, watching fish play and waves, the wind blows and waves beat, leaving acacia like clouds and smoke. Think of the slender wicker, like your long hair in the wind, elegant and romantic.
In the corner of that day, the folk customs are simple, the scenery is picturesque and beautiful. That kind of tenderness in the bones warms the wet heart; A red bean in the south has influenced many people's thoughts throughout their lives; The Jiangnan complex will clearly appear in the dream every midnight when I dream back.
The flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are just like your body fragrance, quiet and elegant. There is a pavilion in the distance, built by water, with red walls and yellow tiles, a locked door and many rocks dotted around it.
The residential buildings in Jiangnan, or eaves and tails, are antique; Or tall and broad with a strong sense of modernity. They all hid in the green trees. After many twists and turns, in the depths of the tree-lined, they were surprised to see an orchid.
There is a canal under the stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. The running water in the canal is quite urgent, but it is clearer. Seaweed, like loose hair in the wind, tiny fry, such as needle tips, such as filaments, such as rain beads, such as women's eyelashes, run in the torrent.
In the blue sky of Jiangnan, it is a spotless heart. Sunlight is the Buddha's light that penetrates the soul. A cup of tea, a wisp of fragrance, a blue shirt, a warm past, intoxicated by the passing wind between green mountains and flowing water.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful and gentle, bringing people cool comfort; The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, lingering, pours into a plate of jadeite like pearls of all sizes; The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is drizzly and careless.
In the clear Bitan Lake in the south of the Yangtze River, groups of herring float in the filamentous algae containing aquatic plants, enjoying freedom and happiness.
Jiangnan winding path leads to a secluded place, stone bridges and waterside pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, all with faint thoughts.
I fell in love with each other in a season when pear blossoms bring rain; In the slow tone, cover your eyes and sing softly; I walked slowly in an old dream that had nothing to do with an affair. The bright moonlight is always silently urging me to take the moon down the south of the Yangtze River and go boating in Bai Causeway.
Birds sing in Jiangnan. In such a pure land, their songs are the clearest. In their voices, they only know love, not hate. Birds sing like nature, accompanied by the sound of water, accompanied by flowers, in the depths of the shade, in the depths of loneliness, in the depths of Zen.
I dreamed of flying in the south of the Yangtze River, and my soul was surrounded by misty rain. I folded my whole heart into a paper crane just to fly to the sky in the south of the Yangtze River and look at the beautiful rivers and mountains there, sighing that there are so many beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
The ancient trees in the south of the Yangtze River are lush and straight into the sky, and the houses are hidden among them. Occasionally, a corner is exposed and all kinds of flowers are dotted in it. White orange blossom, Huang Yingchun, Camellia sinensis and Paulownia purpurea are in different areas, and you accidentally bump into them.
The smoke in Jiangnan is illusory. I like the eclecticism of cigarettes, I like the casual wandering of cigarettes, leisurely and quiet.
In the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it is integrated with this pure nature. At the end of the pool, there is another bridge connected with bridge opening, which is another pool. The big red carp wagged its tail, slowly crossed the bridge opening, came to a clearer and shallower pool, and gradually hid in the rocks.
Jiangnan is a particularly charming pure land; Jiangnan is always an endless ballad, and Jiangnan is always a fairy tale.
The rocks, waterside pavilions, ancient trees and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are reflected in the water, and the fish seem to walk through the ancient trees and flowers in the rocky waterside pavilions and swim in the paradise fairyland.
Orchids in the south of the Yangtze River are silent in the rain, with purple flowers on a white background, light and elegant, and light petals as thin as cicadas and as moist as silk. That is the spirit of rain, the soul of clouds, and the Sanskrit of dreams.