2. Goodbye, southern veil. Jiangnan is picturesque and lotus leaves have been cultivated. Where are the lights?
3, old Jiangnan, it is thick ink, not half a piece of paper. Flowers may linger, but they fade more.
4. April misty rain, Jiangnan flowing in the twilight, green sleeves by the river, red petals in the clothes. Guizi painted the distant mountains, and thousands of lights were on the tide.
5. Jiangnan is an ink painting with fingertips stroking. But those old stories, everything is gone.
6, cold and warm, sunny and rainy, lingering smoke, dark Jiangnan. The sound drop is accompanied by vicissitudes of life, and the fingertips are slightly cold, but it is Qujiang.
7. The faint eyes, the strings under the moon, such as lotus flowers like water, listening to rain songs upstairs at night, and dim red candles are all just romantic feelings in the world of mortals.
8. Painters under glazed tiles, poetry and painting with pen pal Xu Jiangnan. Time flies, but there is no hometown, the glory has passed, and the city has been full of wind and rain, and it will eventually become fireworks.
9. Cold rain falls on the small bridge, and I see Qingshi Road in the south of the Yangtze River. A woman came with an umbrella, frowning, wearing no makeup, hiding her face and leaving.
10, the reflection reflects the bright moon, the dream is broken, listen to the sound of Jiangnan.
1 1, the husband of the south of the Yangtze River, is also a poet. The sleeves are covered with breeze, and the high clouds are elegant; Look at the shallow island and park your boat, and compose clouds and clouds to brocade.
12, the mountains are high and the rain is fine, and the flowers are gorgeous. Seek the word luxury, especially abandon the machine heart. I have forgotten what I said. The gate of Xinghua Village is locked. When you are frustrated, you can see wild cranes and dust in the distance.
13, Jiangnan produces talents, and it's misty and rainy to find Gusu City. Ritual dream of Jiang Nanyu, Qingcheng Mountain around a smoke.
14, Jiangnan, like water, like a song; A dreamy peach blossom fox woman.
15, Jiangnan, through hardships, prosperity is exhausted, drinking poison to quench thirst, years of food, thousands of turns, time without cliffs, endless world changes, quietly telling such a woman …