Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming. Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan? "
Out of the window, drizzle, hazy, across the window. I stared at the drizzle, and gradually, the gentle "land of fish and rice"-Jiangnan seemed to appear clearly in front of my eyes.
I seem to see it again. The boatman paddles across the river gently. The clear river is clear enough to see free fish and grotesque pebbles. It turns out that the river is so calm that all living things are moving in an orderly way. However, the passage of the boat broke this calm. Transparent small waves floated naughtily around the boat, and the shadow cast by the old black canopy made the small fish around daunting, but at the same time, the boatman slowly pushed the boat with a leisurely rhythm. Finally, the "trouble" black boat was covered with a canopy, leaving only the smell of boards. Coils of gentle ripples spread from the center of the waves, and the small fish enjoyed the push and pull of the waves.
But the most familiar Jiangnan in my memory is the magnificent sunrise and flowers at the beginning of that day. As soon as the sun climbed into the sky, a large number of flowers appeared on the riverside. How gorgeous! Red, yellow, blue, purple, green, pink and white, these flowers present a strange and magnificent collective solemn and simple beauty, which is shocking. On the other hand, Chaoyang has just opened its huge bright red paint bucket. It carefully made these pigments into a thin veil, and then sprinkled a few golden rays to cover these simple flowers. These flowers have become blurred. However, the bright red flower, under this veil, is still redder than the burning flame, as if it were rolling quickly and forcefully, spreading passion and warmth to other flowers. People often say that "a plan for a day lies in the morning", which is absolutely true. After the baptism in the morning, the flowers became full of vigor and vitality and began a new day of hard work.
Although I am amazed at the sunrise and flowers, the unique moist atmosphere of Jiangnan can best be reflected in the flowing river. Near noon, the "small jasper"-like river rippled gently, and there was a bright sunshine on the near-calm river. Sometimes the river is disturbed, the sun is "broken", and a few strands of pure broken gold jump away with a smile. Avoiding noon, the gentle river is exceptionally clear, reminiscent of the tough bluegrass leaves and the beautiful sky blue dye extracted: as clear as crystal and as beautiful and exquisite as silk. ...
The rain stopped, and I suddenly realized: Jiangnan is so beautiful that I can't help dreaming about it!
Hope to adopt ~