Jiangnan is a prosperous place of smoke and willows, a gentle and wealthy land. Jiangnan produces fragrant grass and flowers, talented people and beauties, and lingering love stories. But Jiangnan is also a place where heroes emerge in large numbers. Throughout the ages, many brave fighters have been born here. That sharp weapon, the sword, also originated from Wuyue in the south of the Yangtze River. The following is about modern poetry describing Jiangnan. Welcome to read!
1. Love in the South of the Yangtze River
In March, when the orioles fly and the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, who taps on the screen window in a dream
The ten-mile long pavilion in the smoke and the rain alley are empty and charming. Wandering
The sound of lonely crickets, the lonely fragrance, who is playing sadness in the deserted corner
The bursts of resentful flutes unintentionally soaked in the wind, the desolate melancholy flying, affecting the loneliness of thousands of years Sadness
Tenderness is dark, the fragrance of lilacs is dark, and longing hides the light of tears
The beauty of love unintentionally falling into the dust meets you in this misty rainy season
I have a little connection with you in my heart, but why do I just hesitate silently in front of you
Put aside the loss in the dream and wipe away the deep illness in my heart
Recover the past life that was stranded in the wind The memory is inseparable from the soft breeze and drizzle -
Listening to the rain in a small building in Jiangnan at night Author: Cui Changping
On a gentle spring night in the drizzle, the music is faintly played in the quiet alleys of Jiangnan About
Like a wisp of light smoke floating in the dimly lit water town -
The unconcealable thoughts stand with an oil-paper umbrella on the arch bridge in March
< p> Listen to the gentle sound of pulp - slowly passing through the eyesThe moonlight window hidden by the bamboo fence fills a gap -
The beautiful shadow of the jingling ring, your jade scratching the head There is a grounded dragonfly
Just like the misty rain shaking the mulberry buds, I deeply understand——
The mood of leaning against the window and counting flowers
In front of the court The plum tree has clear footsteps
The early summer when we come together has become a lifelong longing
You, when you open the window, the smoke will drop in the green, and there will be warblers. Sing
The memory of the raindrops falling on the lotus pond intertwined one after another
There will always be left a shallow image
I am floating along the ice. Come to the Grand Canal to look for——
I don’t want to let sadness disturb the night rain when I stop by your side
Familiar breathing can bring back—— The years of grinding together
I hope the rain will stop tomorrow and I want to listen to the bluestone alley in early spring again——
The sound of selling flowers like red apricots
2. "Rain Alley" < /p>
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet
A lilac-like girl
A girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has
The color of lilac,
The fragrance of lilac,
The sadness of lilac,
She was mourning in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She was wandering in this lonely rain alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me
Walking silently
Cold, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently,
As she approached, she cast a sighing look
She drifted by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Like floating in a dream
In the field of a lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
Her color faded,
Her fragrance dispersed,
Dissipated, Even her
sighing eyes
were as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley,
I hope to drift past a Like lilac
A girl with a sorrowful mind.