Poems about Nanjing Laomendong

In the alley of Laomendong in the south of the city, I didn't go when the roses were in bloom, and I didn't go when the golden baby tree was in its heyday. I just don't want to join in the fun. In the rainy season, there are fewer tourists and most of the flowers fall. It's raining, and the raindrops take away the noise of the past and bring the long-lost silence.

When it rains, water drops flow down the eaves and land on the wet stone road. With the passage of time, the stone road in the old doorway has gradually become flat, and the oil in the rain can also be learned. I believe that after several years of precipitation, it will become more and more delicious here.

Camptotheca acuminata has passed its most prosperous season and began to wither in twos and threes. The petals fell on the wet wooden table, which was very chic.

Green leaves, petals and glass are covered with fine water droplets, which is what the alley should look like in the rainy season. It's humid everywhere and the air is full of water vapor.

There is no one deep in the alley. It is rare to see so few tourists. After a while, the summer vacation is coming, and here is another scene.

The lotus flowers in the roadside pond are in full bloom, and the pink flowers stand out against the green leaves.