Incandescent incandescent lamps are on all night, and time goes by unconsciously.
After reading the article describing Jiangnan, as a Jiangnan woman, I seriously thought about it&; ? Jiangnan & This word.
Jiangnan is a foggy and rainy place. Bluestone alley, tree-lined. The path around the intestine has a unique roadside scenery. Xu Lai, breezy, with a little floral fragrance, seems to be Buddhist Zen, which makes people quiet and relieved.
Although I have never been to the ancient town of Jiangnan, I can vaguely conceive it by looking at those pictures. Qingshi Long Street, an ancient bridge across the stream, with a row of willows planted on the bank ..... maybe no willows. In the distance is a small step, down the steps, stepping on the slate, and washing clothes with the tide.
Its atmosphere is simple, but it is more of a unique style that cannot be imitated elsewhere.
The ancients said that the sound is still there. Like tea, it is bitter with sweet. But that fragrance lingers in your mouth for a long time.
Jiangnan is full of all kinds of women. Every gesture has a unique charm, which makes people linger. In the budding season, the rain of love falls. An oil-paper umbrella, a brush, a look back, a long-awaited fate began to take root.
Jiangnan is a masterpiece of nature. Its mountains are high and its water is green. Its rain is like cotton and its wind is as light as yarn. Jiangnan is the meeting of poetry and painting, an ancient city bearing memories and a rare quiet place in the noisy world.
Love in Jiangnan; Jiangnan scenery; The charm of Jiangnan. Still in my heart.
Beautiful prose describing Jiangnan 2: misty rain in Jiangnan
The rain in Mao Mao came too fast without warning. Then I bumped into the stone steps at my feet. Pedestrians ran away from this sudden change in a panic, and their footsteps splashed everywhere, as if the rain had come without a trace of joy. I have heard people talk about the unpredictable weather in the south of the Yangtze River, so I took an ancient umbrella when I went out, smiled and opened it to see the scattered figure, and strolled on the street corner where the rain stopped. The rain dripped dully and evenly on the umbrella surface, and a novel music lingered in my ears. Listening to the rain from nature without any rendering, my fingers can't help touching the moss emerging on the stone wall. The slippery but cold touch made me quickly retract my arm and giggle at my timidity. What people are afraid of is something they have never experienced in their hearts. After comforting myself, I realized that I didn't know when the umbrella was left on the side of the road.
Looking up blankly, I found that I didn't know when it was foggy and the rain was much smaller. At the moment, it is even more hazy. Everything comes too suddenly, as if you can only accept it but can't adapt it slowly. The crowd dispersed too quickly. If there are streets and noisy markets, I will be left alone in the blink of an eye, looking at the endless crossroads. Fortunately, the fog came and soon dispersed. The tall street wall of the ancient town appeared again, so I simply stopped picking up the fallen umbrella and took a walk in the rain.
The rain gently sticks to the face, slides down the cheek and slowly gathers. After a short walk, the white shirt clung to his chest, risking the heat evaporated from his body and the smell of shampoo left in his hair. Many people watched me walk in the inn, pointing to the steaming strong tea on the table of the Eight Immortals and telling me to go in for shelter from the rain. I just laughed and avoided their kindness. I understand that the freshness after the rain is not allowed to be noisy and blasphemous, and I can only watch it quietly without leaving a trace.
A little girl at the corner also shuttled in the rain like me, only to see her squatting beside the stone steps after trotting all the way. I leaned over curiously. The rain has soaked her sparse hair intensively, and she completely ignored it. She carefully took out a folded paper boat from her arms, for fear of getting wet, and put it on the thin water stream formed by the rain curtain. She gently pushed the boat away and watched the paper boat go far. She clapped her hands happily. Suddenly aware of my existence, she winked at me:&; ? You said the ship would definitely sail to the sea, right? & amp？ I was shocked by this sudden innocence and unfamiliar familiarity for an instant. But I immediately turned to the little girl and said &; ? Yes, it will sail to the distant sea&; ? I don't know what the sea stands for in the little girl's heart, but it has long been unnatural in her heart: how far can a paper boat sail? How can the next bend not be submerged? In reality, in this pool of sewage, how many ships have sunk without a trace without sailing to the sea? I didn't say it, let alone let the little girl break the innocence of that day. I just accompanied her quietly, listening to the rain around me, completely silent, detached from this corner, just stopped in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to watch a paper boat go away &; ? & amp？
Suddenly, a little coolness came to my mind, and I woke up suddenly and opened the window. It turns out that the coolness in winter is so solid that the branches blown by the wind are swaying. Looking up, I was surprised to find that I was strangely covered with stars tonight. I closed the window and lay tossing and turning in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I have never been to Jiangnan, but I want to say: Jiangnan is picturesque, my life is pleasant, and this life is destined to be misty and rainy &; ? & amp？
Dreamed of the south bank
After the ancient rain, I heard the sound of guqin.
The fog cleared and the figure was sparse in the distance.
The faint taste of tea disappeared and stopped in the distance.
Rainy and rainbow-stained, clear sky in Wan Liqing.
Beautiful prose describing Jiangnan 3: Where is Jiangnan?
Willow branches brushed the embankment, drizzled, leaned on the painting boat, and heard the sound of warblers. Holding a celadon cup, laughing and drinking Shaoxing wine, lying drunk and laughing. Wang Xie is naturally romantic, but it is hard to meet today. Yushu Qiongzhi, the place where the bridge smoke is painted, should be Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is a picturesque scenery hidden in clouds.
Yanyu Lake, surrounded by green hills, is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. On the banks of Xizi Lake, the swaying flower paths between the blue waves exude a faint fragrance, which haunts the whole south of the Yangtze River. No matter where you are, you can smell the unique fragrance of Jiangnan. The drizzle, like a wisp of light smoke, slowly gathered and lingered in the sky quietly. The breeze caresses the willows, which leads to deep affection.
The tall weeping willows by the bridge are quietly waiting for the passage of time, and the broken willow branches are also its nostalgia. The woman dressed in floral blue walked slowly up the long bridge with an oil-paper umbrella and disappeared into the depths of rain and fog. I don't know which tramp she took. A faint fog covered the whole south of the Yangtze River.
The apricot rain and peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are full.
In spring, summer and March, the most suitable place in the south of the Yangtze River is to stroll in the suburbs and enjoy the flowers and rain. At this time, the peach blossoms on the west lake are quietly blooming. Peaches and willows are sandwiched by dikes, and the dark green reflects the charming peach blossoms, which has a special affection. Large petals, falling into the water, drift away, and small red flowers wander quietly with years of quiet beauty.
You can walk slowly along the quiet path, or you can look back and enjoy the beautiful scenery of peach blossoms and willows. Or find yourself under a tall peach tree, quietly leaning on the branches, watching the rain. Pale pink is accompanied by melodious breeze and drizzle, and red flowers are piled all over the floor. The falling petals covered the whole path, flying all over the sky, confusing the distant sight.
Mud flute sleeps in the spring rain, kitchen smoke and apricot blossom rain in Ran Ran.
There are many shanzhai in Jiangnan. In front of the village, behind the village and in front of the courtyard, there are several apricot trees scattered. Flaming apricot blossoms and plumes of smoke are quiet and beautiful. Words can't describe the warmth that pervades the rural houses in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan is a quaint and exquisite ancient town.
Look at the lamp with a bow, the water reflects the eaves, and it is late.
Wuzhen, Tongxiang City, has a strong flavor of Jiangnan water town. Houses with blue tiles and white walls, quiet winding alleys, Qingshi arch bridge, and the trickling water under the bridge run through Wuzhen. There are weeping willows or peach blossoms standing in twos and threes on the shore. There are often small covered boats rowing leisurely in Hanoi. If you find a boatman, put a console table on the boat and look at this ancient town, it will be very pleasant! You can also savor Longjing or drink Shaoxing wine, which is another kind of fun. At night, all the lights are on, and exquisite lanterns are hung all over the street.
Villages and towns in the south of the Yangtze River, misty and rainy pavilions, are like a freehand picture scroll. Draw a wall, draw a few strokes, and it is a landscape family in the suburbs. The beauty of Jiangnan is a picture scroll. Together, it is the ethereal painting of Jiangnan.
Gorgeous poetry originated from thousands of manuscripts in Jiangnan, and its ethereal and picturesque poems can only be truly felt if you are in Jiangnan.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is picturesque, and the apricot blossom and spring rain talk about the world.