If I like Jiangnan, I will naturally never forget the legends and stories in the misty rain. At this time, it was already March, there were no fireworks, but there was continuous spring rain. Every morning and evening, when the mist rises and the drizzle is veiled, the hazy moonlight in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River is like a fairy walking out of a painting, telling her story in the mortal world. Next, I will bring you the beautiful prose of Jiangnan Misty Rain (selected 6 articles), I hope it will be helpful to you. Aesthetic Prose of Jiangnan in Misty Rain Part 1
I like to feel the poetic romance in the misty and rainy Jiangnan. By the shimmering water, I count the beauty left by the wind over time, the graceful Jiangnan, the drizzle, the long pillow on the river, the small bridges and flowing water, and the houses, lightly covered with a layer of gauze in the rain, always make people daydream. Infinite, imagination runs wild, the thin raindrops fall slantingly, gently caressing the water town, like the graceful dance of the West, vaguely hiding the ethereal beauty. The cool rain falls gently on the bluestone slabs, slowly flows into the center of the lake, and condenses into the picturesque ink painting of Jiangnan.
Listening to the raindrops tapping on the window lattice at night, I feel a little sad and a little fond. The clear rain washes away the noisy world of mortals. At this moment, the world of mortals also finds a moment of tranquility. The small distant mountains, dark eyebrows and light eyebrows, almost A wisp of green smoke spreads out on the jade screen; a boat and a lake smoke, old grudges have not been resolved and new sorrows are added; the lights are dim, the pink flowers are falling, the misty rain shawls, a bay of idle sorrow and heartstrings; sitting alone in front of the window, with thousands of thoughts, spreading Simple and elegant letter paper, written about the fate of the past life, no matter how the world changes, the vicissitudes of life, do you know?
You are the endless poems I can write in my life, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like silk and cotton, long and connected. Flowers bloom for a fleeting time, imbued with the fragrance of the season. The world is cold and warm, and the grudges of the mortal world are always slowly drifting away in the bustling world. Many times it is not just the beginning of the story that is beautiful. The left side is like a dream, and the right side is like a poem. The light fragrance of flowers floats and warms the passing years. I have no regrets about meeting in this life, and I have no regrets about falling in love in this life.
You know, you are the station I missed in this life. No matter how I chase it, it will be in vain. In the echo of the empty valley, I almost heard your sigh. You said that the fate between you and me in this life has no end. They can hide each other deeply in their dreams. In the dead of night, tears quietly slide down the pillow, mixed with the sound of rain and choked together.
There are so many such nights, so many such sadness. I can only throw the deep thoughts in my heart into the rain and let the breeze slowly dry them. I am always looking forward to your appearance at the end of the rain alley, no matter how hard it is, until the vast sea changes, just for the touching moment when we first met.
Human life is full of bitter, spicy, sour and sweet flavors, and no one can escape the destiny. After walking one journey after another, climbing over one mountain after another, I finally realized that there are some roads that can only be walked alone. Some people will never forget it, but they still have to wave goodbye. It doesn't matter whether you laugh or cry. It's useless to blame everyone. Life will go on. Say goodbye to today and there will be tomorrow. Even if it is fate, no one can change it. So cherish today. Tonight, let the rain take away all the sadness, find a quiet corner, gently rest your inner confusion, and allow yourself some time to grow up.
Life is a grand encounter, and there is always someone who will surprise you all the time. Maybe it's an encounter with a piece of writing, maybe it's a look back among millions of people, a word "understand" can connect two souls; a word of care can bring out all the attachment in each other's hearts.
There was no rehearsal, no preview, it came so suddenly, everything was so natural, the encounter was so beautiful, like a tree blooming, and the fragrance of flowers was everywhere. It was so beautiful that it was suffocating, but I didn’t want to escape from this dream. Pull away. Even though we are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and we may never have the chance to see each other's faces clearly, we are still so willing; even if we never have the chance to sit together, drink a cup of tea and chat, we still miss each other's warmth and stay together until the end of the years without regrets. .
A word of understanding fills all the letters; a word of missing you has already burst into tears before I leave my mouth. The connected soul gathers all the words into an invisible warmth, so warm that I shed tears. To the point of being speechless.
Life is like a play. When the gongs and drums sound, the curtain slowly opens, and the protagonists and supporting characters appear one after another, either sad or happy. Stage a complete story. As soon as the gongs and drums stopped, people returned to reality and performed their own stories. God always likes to joke with people, making them laugh or cry. Couples who share the same bed but have different dreams should stay together forever. People who are in love with each other can't hold hands and talk happily, and those who are left behind are haggard, full of tears, and heartbroken. Even if he is bruised and bruised, he is willing to do so.
Ask the world: "What is love? It only makes life and death mutually agreeable. Even if there is love, why is it so hurtful?" Even though we were destined, why did we happen to be together at the wrong time? The Buddha said: "Destiny is the cause and effect of reincarnation in the past life. The encounter in this life is a matchmaker arranged by God. The unfinished love in the past life must be ended in this life. There is no time sooner or later, and no one is right or wrong. Who is affected by whom in the joys and sorrows? It is confusing and cannot be explained or understood."
Understand that there is a kind of emotion that is destined to be destined but not destined. Understand that some people can enter your soul, but they cannot enter your life. Who doesn’t want to live a peaceful life, who doesn’t want to be able to take things up and let them go, and be a saint? Who in the world can be so detached and unfeeling? Humans are not grass and trees, how can unforgettable feelings be so light? If you can say it's serious, it's serious, and it's light, it's just a joke and not a real relationship. Perhaps the most difficult thing to forget in life is a deep-rooted relationship.
If possible, I would like to turn into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, graceful and poetic, one drop in your eyes, one drop in your heart; one drop to take away the sadness, one drop to lock the love; in the mist and rain, I will be with you. ***dance. Drinking with you in the country house. In the ordinary years, sorrow, joy and passion walk silently. I believe that this true love is enough to hold up the vast blue sky in our hearts. It is not a false oath, it is not a sweet talk, but a connection between the heart and the trembling of the heart.
Tonight, I miss you in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River! Read you in the fragrant words! Looking for you in the lingering poems! Are you tired? Please stop, rest your feet, let me cook a dream, play a song from the south of the Yangtze River, and a poem about acquaintance and encounter, walk on a small bridge and flowing water, dance with a cloud and drink a cup of adult music. Wine, write love into the palm of your hand, put happiness into your bag, and accompany you quietly for a journey. Years later, maybe I am just a vague shadow in your memory. Please remember that I was here in your life and remember our beautiful past. Aesthetic Prose about the Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River Part 2
The misty rain in the South of the Yangtze River is misty and hazy. There is fog in the rain, and there is rain in the fog. There is a dreamy scenery in the mist and rain, and there is a legend in the sky and clouds in the haze. The memory of yesterday's snowflakes is engraved on the window lattice, and the fragrance of this morning's green leaves falls on the window sill. The green curtains in spring stir up reveries of spring water, and the strings of the piano play; the scent of camellias floats in the clouds, and the sound of books is loud. Love in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the swallows pick up the green curtains and green willows. The magnolia flowers are quiet in the mist and rain, the lilacs are hazy and meditative, the world is like a fairyland in the mist and rain, and the falling years are like hometown. A gust of rain and a gust of wind weave a curtain of emerald green and a curtain of willow green in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Rely on the window of your heart, catch the mist and rain, and scatter a piece of paper with fragrance. The smoke is like black ink, the rain is like light clouds, and the splashes outline the nebulae everywhere. Colorful clouds appear in the morning, hundreds of colored clouds set at night, you can enjoy the love of flowers and trees, and drink tea in an elegant way. I found a quiet place in the courtyard, some leisure time, and played the piano in the haze. Look at the mist in the misty rain, listen to the rain in the mist. The rhyme of poetry falls on the strings of the piano and the words fall, and the sound moistens the mist and generates wonderful sentences. Jiangnan is misty and rainy, and the ground is lightly dyed green. The warmth of spring is blowing on your face, flowers are blooming, and hundreds of birds are paying homage to the phoenix while holding your hands. A pot of spring wine intoxicates the green mountains and the breeze of the lake. Lift up the green curtain, reveal a trace of soft green, a pot of rich green, and a lake of drizzle. An elegant poem is sung in the hazy, drizzle.
Watch the misty rain and watch the swallows pick up the green curtain. The stone road is dyed with layers of green, and the fog is moist and glowing with light green. The sound of footsteps carries the fragrance of grass and flower petals, flowing through the alleys, scattering the ghost of spring. Rain and fog are hazy on the river, with patches of spring scenery, a layer of rain and fog, and a gust of spring breeze. Kindness and tolerance are sown in the silence, along with the joy of spring and greenery, lush green bamboos, tranquility and warmth. Meditate on the lotus in the heart source, and the mind is as calm as a Buddha. Looking back at Jiangnan, there is no hustle and bustle in the misty rain, no impetuousness, and no disputes in the world. Listening to the rustling of the bamboo forest and looking at the moonlight over the lotus pond, I fell into a happy dream.
Listen to a quiet little song in the long river of memory. Soothing, soothing, intoxicating. Like a clear spring, the water is murmuring and fine, and the love is lingering and pathos. The drizzle dispersed in the haze, and a beam of warm sunshine shone in. The dream awakens the years and refines the annual rings. The fragrance of spring, the beauty of summer, the golden color of autumn, and the wishes of winter are swaying in the breeze of the world. There is always a pure land outside the world of mortals. What floats away is the dust, leaving behind tranquility. The morning light reaches the sky, the setting sun touches the ground, and the years are reflected in the eternal world of mortals. The flowers bloom and fall on the street, and the fate of the world gathers and falls. Indifferent between heaven and earth, smile in the mortal world, the years in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain is long... Beautiful Prose of the Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River 3
"The wind is sticky here, clinging to the thoughts of passers-by; the rain is entangled into threads here, Haunting us around the world..." The song "Jiangnan" reminds me of my hometown. Oh, right! That hometown, my hometown must have been almost forgotten by me...
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child. From the time I was a child, the fine sand on the ground in front of the gate has been stepped on by me. How many times have my footprints been left on the fields outside the door, and my scent has been left on the cypress trees next to the door...
Growing up, I didn’t know that there were How naughty and naughty!
In those days, it rained every day. Wisps of green smoke rose slowly under the dark sky, and drizzle fell silently from the sky. It was so happy. Gradually, gradually, looking at the boats approaching in the distance in front of the window and listening to the Texas tunes played by the people next door not far away, I vaguely returned to my childhood...
< p> My childhood, I was destined to live a happy life since I was born, without sadness.Remember it was the spring and summer when I was five years old! At that time, the small pond in front of the house had not been filled in, and all the flowers beside the pond had not been cut down. At that time, my favorite thing was catching tadpoles and fish on the steps by the small pond with the neighbor's children. Although I caught no fish every time and got my clothes wet and was scolded by my father, I felt very happy.
The most interesting thing for me is on rainy days: at that time, smoke will come out from the cracks in the doors, corners and chimneys of each house, matching the raindrops falling from the sky* ** Ming, resulting in a scene that makes people feel like the smoke when the gods come down to earth on TV. The small pond on a rainy day is given a mysterious color.
Under the lonely sycamore tree, it was once the best place for me and my friend Mo Mo to play.
Unfortunately, it has now disappeared!
Maybe it’s God’s will! Seeing that I was not sad, it took away my relatives: my mother and aunt. Later, even Mo Mo went to Hangzhou with his father.
A crisp whistle pulled me out of my daze, and I recovered from my memories. I couldn’t help but feel that the wonderful scenes and scenes made me dream. Childhood life pushed me to grow up. The shadows playing under the tree continued to lengthen and lengthen until later...but I still stayed in the memory.
The iris has withered, and in the misty rain and darkness, I seem to have returned to my childhood. I see the heart-stirring memories of my childhood calling me, calling me...
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are moving, and the past events in Wumeng are intriguing.
Ah! Jiangnan is misty and rainy! Aesthetic Prose on the Misty Rain in Jiangnan Part 4
In a specific geographical location, the delicate and beautiful water town of Jiangnan was nurtured, and its specific temperament is even more refreshing in the mist and rain.
The drizzle falls for several days, and the lingering lingering brings the languidness of spring to the extreme. Jiangnan in the rain is like a thin veil,
< p> The crisp and tender green has become the ever-changing main theme of Jiangnan. There are stone bridges in water lanes, fallen flowers in deep wells, houses leaning against the river, blue tiles and white walls, and green moss growing continuously, and the texture of the mottled green plank road can be seen. All of this struck Xiao Ran's artistic conception in the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River.Is it the willow wind that turns green the south bank of the Yangtze River, or is it the drizzle that wakes up spring? As if overnight, Jiangnan was covered with lush greenery. Zhang Zhihe's "Fishing Song" of the Tang Dynasty vividly described it: "In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms flow, mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hats. Green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return." Rain and Jiangnan It has unresolved feelings, so it is painted in red and green, giving it the vivid beauty of Jiangnan.
In the drizzle, walking on a quiet road, listening to the sound of rain hitting the young leaves of the sycamore tree is like appreciating a magical sonata. The trees beside the road are extraordinary, and through the leaves, Through the cracks, I seem to see the beauty of Jiangnan rotating with the raindrops.
Jiangnan is far away from the hustle and bustle of Khotan. The addition of drizzle makes it more quiet, but it is not desolate. It destroys the dust of the world and makes everything refreshing. Look at the new trees caressed by the rain. They stand straight and show their light and healthy vitality. The green leaves are shiny. What is spring rain as precious as oil? Perhaps this is the reflection of the scenery and richness in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which gives people enjoyment and nature. It has also become a dreamlike wonderland described by literati and poets.
Jiangnan in the rain evokes endless thoughts. In the long rain alley in my memory, I can always meet a girl with a lilac-like knot of sorrow and resentment, walking in the smoke-like rain and fog of Jiangnan. Her faint eyes, a touch of melancholy, dissipated in the hazy poetry. We step on the smooth bluestone, with the slightest feeling in our hearts, savor the magnanimity and poetry of Jiangnan, and experience the elegance of Jiangnan in this bustling world, then we feel that we are reading a book of nature that contains infinite mysteries. Beautiful Prose of Jiangnan Misty Rain Chapter 5
A piece of piano rhymes with rustling music, bringing joy and sorrow to the world. A touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves with a dark fragrance, leaving no trace of worldly sentiments. Dance a lifetime of prosperity between your fingers, and play a romantic and melancholy song. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The delicate fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains. How many smiles and tears flowed. Suddenly I looked back, and in a dream, I devoted my whole life of tenderness and poetry. When I looked back in confusion, I had already lost you.
The wonderful vines that are stranded on the tongue want to dance for you and finally captivate the country.
The scent of tea, a sweet song, a moonlight song, time is like water, the faint fragrance floats, savor the taste of life, bitter, sweet, and get drunk. Watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and follow the clouds rolling in the sky. Keep all the good things in your heart, walk through the years with a bright smile, and nourish the long journey of life.
Listen carefully, look back on your youth, the cold fragrance fills your sleeves, and draw your future with your hands. A piece of calligraphy and ink stirs up the heart of the lamplight and dreams, and when dyed with the fragrance of books, it turns into the love of Baiwei Wenxuan. Sing a cup of wine and appreciate literature in a low voice, and recall the past and present through writing in the clouds.
Unfortunately, in my previous life, I wanted to complete the painting but failed; I wasted the prosperity of that prosperous age. Waiting for this life, just waiting for you to add me to the end of the painting; to join you in the painting. On the stormy sea, the boat pierces the waves; lingering among the green mountains and blue water. With one strike, the misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River that fades away from my longing falls in front of me; I want to paint a scene with you of Feng Lan in the ink misty rain. I only hope that in this life, I will devote all my pen and ink to painting for you; in the next life, it will be because of you that I lost that misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the hustle and bustle of the world, who can keep this unswerving love for you alone, who can write down the unchanging feelings for you through the vicissitudes of life, only the bright moonlight in the sky illuminates your pure heart . It’s you who makes the moonlight become so tender
I can’t finish remembering the dreams of my past, I can’t finish admiring the still waters of the world, I can take a handful of the fragrance of the years, my heart will feel warm, and my life will eventually return to dull. Tirelessly writing the legend of life, a kind of happiness condenses into the brilliance in the eyes while walking, blooming faintly one by one. Deep in the soul, silent, walking alone, with confidence, one journey after another, in the eyes, there is a scenery that is far from enough.
Time is like water, and the heart is in a thought.
Once upon a time, in every passing day, with a cool glance, I guarded the mountains and rivers in my heart, watched the clouds roll and relax, and let my emotions spread. Or on rainy days, read a long poem, write small characters, and watch the drizzle, ticking endlessly from morning to night, lingering, and not enough chatter, so you can accompany the drizzle and listen to the soothing music. Music, letting it flow softly over the ears, makes the heart extremely quiet and comfortable.
Life is beautiful, but also short. Some lives are lonely, some have colorful lives, and different people have different pursuits in life; life is a one-way line with no return journey, and everyone uses all their time to move forward. Aesthetic Prose Chapter 6 of Jiangnan Misty Rain
I miss you, the calling arm is in my hope, passing through the thin spring light, penetrating my black hair, your hand...
Not a dream, but a dream again.
It is said that Jiangnan in October is a painting within a painting, and the lotus in October is a poem within a scene. Jiangnan, Wuzhen... ink tiles, clear water, blue sky, arch bridges, bluestone roads, lotus ponds. The distant mountains are filled with clouds and smoke, sometimes rolled into a ball, sometimes relaxed into a piece, turning into a pale white gauze mist, reflecting the hazy picture of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The stream flowing quietly at your feet is graceful and charming, as peaceful as a girl in a deep dream. The simple awning boat rippling on the water reflects the leisurely mood of modern Wuzhen people. A woman in a colorful floral shirt is rocking a boat and humming a tune, which makes people have endless reveries...
Wuzhen, what a wonderful name, a graceful ancient rhyme of "eighteen years of farewell", I seem to see a vengeful woman holding an oil-paper umbrella in the long alley, tapping the stone slab and walking slowly. Who first fell in love? Who left the lovesickness behind? Who dyed her red lips? Or did her red lips dye Jiangnan red? The young girl is so drunk with her emotions that she talks in her sleep.
I have always longed for the beauty of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of "small bridges, flowing water, and people", the happiness of Lu Xun's childhood, the old houses with black walls and cornices, carved windows and blue tiles, and the town. Young people in fashionable upper garments form a picture of suitable shades. They are in a traditional workshop, taking a sip of tea from a purple clay pot. What they drink is the taste, and what they taste is the rhyme. The leisurely atmosphere reveals the small town style. The mellow and rich cultural accumulation makes me want to have a deep relationship with the Jiangnan water town and bury my life dreams in the misty rain.
The breeze blows, and the night in the water town is as cool as water, gentle and charming. Find an ancient teahouse by the stream, and watch the long shop on the other side. The red lanterns are like a dream, reflecting the stone. The bridge is gorgeous and colorful, just like the green skirt of the lotus girl, the loving neon dress, raising the graceful dance, bringing infinite joy and comfort. Drink a glass of rice wine from the water town and let your heart be intoxicated...
It's not a lotus, it's a lotus.
Walking alone in the city, shuttling through the reinforced concrete jungle, the hustle and bustle is like a speck of dust. I know that everything in the city does not belong to me. I am like a child who occasionally escapes from the misty rain dream in the south of the Yangtze River and comes here. A strange city, where I can't find a white cloud, can't find my own song, I can only use words to open the locked door of my heart, and watch those wonderful characters falling from a high place like drops of water, Penetrate time, penetrate the thick wall of history.
The waterside town may not be gorgeous and precious in the eyes of ordinary people, but it has a thousand-year-old unique simplicity, a quiet charm, and a rich cultural atmosphere. The academy, the former residence... are hidden among the light bamboos. It records the feelings of many literati and poets about the water town, and carries the heyday of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is no road in this world that is longer than your feet, and there is no scenery more beautiful than that of Jiangnan. In the morning breeze, the fragrance of the town's unique "aunt's cake" seems to be floating far away... I have longed for it for a long time. The purity of soul is interpreted in memory as a pure woman, holding the singing dress and the light dance steps of Jiangnan, allowing the spotless soul to row towards every sunrise in the Jiangnan water town with dreamy footsteps.
In the season when "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun are uniquely red", facing the "gentleman among the flowers" from a distance, the noise and worries of the world are gradually far away from my ears, and the simplicity and simplicity The unique beauty and the character of "coming out of mud but not stained". Let me understand: "Lightness" is the deepest taste of life. Some people and some things really exist in my life. No matter what feelings and helplessness I feel, the original color of life is reality.
Stand in front of the Buddha and make a wish for this life. I hope that I can also be a woman like a lotus, with a heart like a lotus, and not fight in the world of strife. In the noisy background Don’t fight, carry a lotus fragrance and walk towards life warmly.
Hang your infinite feelings on the willow bank and let it wait for the faint misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River in your heart...