I, Jiangnan, have stories in spring, and memories that haunt me...
The spring here is thick with green shades, colorful, and the charm of spring flowers blooms in Jiangnan. In the countryside, the fragrance of flowers is so strong and affectionate. A wisp of spring breeze slowly sways through the green streets of the south of the Yangtze River. The green seedlings dance in the fields. You and I walk slowly in the alleys with drooping trees and listen to the sounds on the branches and leaves. Spring birds are singing, dense rows of willow trees are blowing across the water by the river, the clear river water is rippling, and the poetry flows into the bluestone slabs of my hometown. Under a touch of golden sunshine, the spring water of the river happily flows through the green stream. , filled with the grace of Tang poems and Song songs, the water splashed all the way into the pond in my hometown, nourishing the seedlings and painting the green fields. The poetic charm rose from my heart, and your and my memories gently traveled through time and space...
Stepping into the rhythm of spring, walk into Jiangnan, which is full of flowers, to find the taste of the ancient Jiangnan grandmother. Jiangnan is the hometown of tea. Since ancient times, since the Spring and Autumn Period, the tea mountains have been green and charming, and the tea hills have The girl there is humming a Jiangnan song, and the fragrance of the leaves spreads thousands of miles. The Jiangnan subjects use tea to entertain guests from far away. Some literati and poets are sitting in the Weng Pavilion, refilling cups and changing cups, chatting about the world, sipping fragrant tea and thinking about their hometown. Are you still Remember the fragrance of the south of the Yangtze River, the green leaves are all over the countryside, the spring mood is like a song, the spring color is like cotton, the green is condensed, let the fragrance of flowers flow through the bangs, fragrant the vicissitudes of the passing years, wandering in the depths of the years, Brew a pot of bright spring colors and make my Jiangnan region feel like spring all year round.
This spring, the mountains are covered with black shadows, the mist and rain are enchanting, and the petals are decorated with rouge. The green cages along the road are covered, the two butterflies are dancing and obsessed with the flowers, the bee girl is passionately lingering in the pistils of the flowers, and the fragrant petals are fragrant. The fence is fragrant, nurturing the emerald-colored Jiangnan, with infinite spring and charming spring. My Jiangnan has green mountains and green waters. The winds of the four seasons blow through the ancient Jiangnan. The sweet water flows through the bluestone slabs. The green fence is fragrant with wild vegetables, which flows from the cage. The fragrance of pastries wafting out of the steamer, and those stories have been lingering around me. I know that the fragrance wafting out of the steamer, and the glutinous green dumplings that I will never forget, are those of my grandma. The taste is the taste of my hometown in Jiangnan. It is the delicacy and innocent memory of my childhood!
I am coming softly, and I will take you into the green mountains and green waters of the south of the Yangtze River, with the charm of ancient bridges and willow trees, the ancient town on the embankment, the houses with blue bricks and porcelain tiles, and the dragons and phoenixes. Rooftops, ponds, temples, ancient wells, houses on bridges, flowing water under bridges, tea mountains, bamboo groves, peach groves, green water and green waves, awning boats in the flowing water, Wu Nong's local dialect, and the joyful dancing stream captivated my heart. Poetic, the girl walked from the bluestone slab with love. I invite you to go to my hometown Jiangnan, walk on Grandma Bridge, and find the thousand-year beauty of Jiangnan...
Every encounter, I always like to hold your hand and walk slowly on the rippling green water, listening to the graceful poetry of the willows swaying in the spring breeze, and enjoying the raindrops hitting the green leaves, the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds in the spring garden, and the singing and dancing of orioles in the wind. The air at this time is fresh, sometimes a little foggy. "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the morning." Listening to the flower girl singing, the whole Jiangnan is immersed in a poetic realm. The spring rain has an intoxicating lingering quality, and the pattering light rain wets the path and makes the wild flowers on the roadside look extraordinarily beautiful.
Spring green exaggerates the south of the Yangtze River and dyes the river green. The spring breeze caresses the beautiful mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. The spring color is so enchanting. The lingering spring rain bathes the birds singing happily on the branches and gently washes the earth. ; Spring rain is colorful, it bleaches the catkins, depicts the peaks, paints the mountains and rivers green, and soaks the bamboo sea and peach trees in the south of the Yangtze River; gently I walk in the passionate spring, walking into the flowers and green leaves In the lingering Jiangnan, dive into the deepest part of the spring scenery to savor the conversation between bees and children, and listen carefully to the beautiful and emotional music floating in the green wilderness corridor of Jiangnan. There is a story of Jiangnan in every note. There is the playfulness and laughter of childhood.
That bay of clear spring flows from the mountain stream into the creek and into the pond in my hometown. The winding water is gurgling. The spring is quiet, the spring flowers are blooming, and gradually the endless countryside is dyed with beauty. I like to be alone and quietly Sit in the shaded courtyard, enjoy the gentle breeze, listen to the singing of birds on the branches, listen to the music of swaying bamboo leaves, a mountain of tea and a cup of fragrant tea; a book, a page of beautiful articles; a plate of poetry, A touch of peach fragrance enchants me with the joy of spring.
Wandering in the south of the Yangtze River with blue sky, white clouds, green water and green waves, the green willows on the riverside are swaying, the green trees are lined up and the ripples are filled with poetry ponds, the spring water flows eastward and pours into the soft waves of the rural river. Like a sweet spring flowing into a pool under the willow shade, I am here gently. I will take you for a walk in the depths of spring, to the secluded alley where flowers are blooming, and I will hold you through the charming flower house and listen to the flowers blooming. Sound, bathed in the lingering spring rain, I take you into the Garden of Eden in Jiangnan Spring. I hold your arm and walk through the green field ridges in the spring scenery. The shepherd boy leads the cattle and sings in the field.
Go to the place where the peach trees are densely clustered, where the peach trees are all over the mountains and fields; go to the place where the peach blossoms are in full bloom, where the peach blossoms are hanging shyly and the fragrance is overflowing, and enjoy the peach petals flying all over the sky in the spring breeze. The beauty, the fragrance of peach blossoms, the peach blossoms are flying, gently filling the paths in the mountains and fields. I hold you in my arms and walk into the poetry of peach fragrance, and walk into the peach blossom forest in my dream.
Remember to wait for me, wait for me..., when I come next time, the peaches all over the mountains and fields will be ripe...