I have your poetic picture in my dream.
In the rainy south of the Yangtze River.
Spread a piece of rice paper,
Lick the pen and dip it in ink,
On that piece of paper, Dan Qing lingered in front of my eyes!
Pink bricks flowed for four seasons.
The flowers by the river are full of the sound of paddles.
The woman next door looked sympathetically,
The birds are tired,
Shrink your wings and live on the eaves.
Next to Abo Bridge,
Winter jasmine is gorgeous;
Not familiar with vegetables,
The butterfly is dancing.
Hard-working bees,
And bridges and flowing water,
And that pavilion,
Also,
A willow-shaded river ...
At that moment,
It's like crossing the fleeting time,
You want me to be beautiful,
Let me be romantic again!
This foggy and rainy south of the Yangtze River,
Like a ferry in the world of mortals,
As charming as a dream.
I can only look at you in my life,
In the afterlife, I will become a butterfly.
Living by your side.
You wait for me in the rain lane,
I love you,
The shore of fireworks in March.
This foggy and rainy south of the Yangtze River,
A few years later,
Is it still there?
Until then,
Antique, can you still
Looking at a nostalgic teenager?
Like a breeze blowing in my ear, it's safe!
There is an encounter in misty rain Jiangnan modern poem 2, which is the first time, but it is like reunion after a long separation.
There is an encounter that amazes the time and warms the years.
Jiangnan in April is misty and rainy.
Dropping raindrops
Like an Iraqi whisper.
I haven't left yet
One wet slate after another.
Beads of rain fell from the sky.
Through the gray eaves, stay in the antique wooden lattice window room.
Gradually blurred
Outside the corner, some Spring Swallows are dancing and wandering.
Jump over your eyes from time to time
Occasionally, vendors passing by whisper to each other.
Then blend in with the crowd and disappear.
I am in this winding alley, waiting for a corner to bloom tang style.
A messy heartstring, waiting for you to set it right.
Never believe in love at first sight.
I only want to believe that my previous life was doomed.
There you are at last.
Fortunately, I didn't give up.
As beautiful as I thought.
If your hands are soft, your skin is fat and your face is smooth.
All the beautiful years are dancing in your brow.
Bow one's head/head/head
Smell the scent of your hair tips.
Incense makes people drunk.
At that moment, it was like standing at a time node.
Back to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
The same quaint town
The same Tsing Yi Lane
Similarly, the water flowing from the flowers
And you, young and elegant, have beautiful eyes.
Time is flowing and time is changing.
The only thing you can't forget is the lotus rhyme that belongs to you.
Since passing by, the calm heart lake has been maintained all year round.
It's as if you still entered a big stone, and you can't reach it without waves.
Endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
What just happened and the people I just met have a feeling of deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it was so profound.
Time is too long and too short.
Perhaps, in the river of reincarnation.
Accidentally, I lost each other.
And the mark on the soul will keep flashing when we meet again.
It was a look back after forgetting the other side of Sichuan.
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you.
Text/rhetoric
Give it to my dear Jing Jun.
Your hair is waist-length.
I am willing to marry you.
Holding your hand
Help the old and take care of the young.
(of husband and wife) live together till old age
Hand to Bai Yue.