In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle lingers, like a gentle woman, with hibiscus on her face and willows on her eyebrows.
In the afternoon, I don’t know when it will start to drizzle. I like to walk in this drizzle, letting my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of the soft rain.
The freshness and lingering touch of drizzle make me feel natural, innocent and transparent. I like to lean alone in front of the window on such a drizzle day and watch the wind and rain. Xiaoxiao is like an elegant and elegant picture. Still hazy, thoughts flying.
In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle is lingering, just like a handful of lavender lilac flowers swaying gently in the rain, like smoke and mist, sad and beautiful.
The rain and mist condensed on the purple lilac flowers, like a drop of clear tears, and my thoughts floated into the distance like the lilac rain. A little sad, Yi Lian's dream flowed into my heart with the continuous rain, causing a series of ripples.
In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle lingers, just like a poet from the old days, riding a small boat, gently swaying in the clear and transparent Fuchun River, slowly approaching the misty riverside boat. Shazhou...
Die Lianhua·Who said Jiangnan Spring Festival
[Modern Times]
Wang Guowei
Who said Jiangnan Spring Festival It's over. The red vines in the garden have been abandoned and no one has come.
Several rows of tall willows line the ancient road, and a red vine spreads across thousands of branches.
Slowly red clouds will surround the green. Looking back at the forest, the infinite setting sun is beautiful.
If spring returns early, the remaining spring will only disturb people's embrace.
Nian Nujiao·Jiangnan Spring Morning
[Song Dynasty]
Zhong Bing
Jiangnan Spring Morning, still remaining in Hanmen Lane, poplar flowers are floating in the air Chase. All the first plum blossoms are in bloom, not counting the red and green flowers in the garden. Cherish the poets, send them to you with deep feelings, and sing Huangzhu with high rhyme. The six flowers are shy and the paper is full of messy jade.
It should be remembered that there is a visitor from Chang'an, walking through Dongguo, feeling helpless and lonely. In front of the drum, the stream is not exhausted, and the cold water dwells on the rocks. So close to Jun's house, there is no path to the Yao fields, and icicles line the silver houses. The arrival of spring at the head of the urn brings back the clear and mature dreams at night.
Boancing at Guazhou
[Song Dynasty] Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Jiang Nanchun
[Tang Dynasty] Du Mu
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.