Poetry score thousands of miles away

I hope that one day, I can find my dream Jiangnan town. There are thin running water, curved bridges and graceful weeping willows. You can smell the soil after the rain. The old house has long ice ridges when the snow melts in winter, and there are naive children scratching at the ice ridges below. There is a long stone road, and you can find seaweed-like green moss by the water. . . . . .

Then I am a quiet woman. I can buy some old mahogany furniture in flea markets or private houses. There are beautiful dragon and phoenix or flower patterns on the furniture. It would be better if there were some exquisite carvings. I have to move them back one by one and put them away in the way I like. Then I want to hang a long dark red curtain on the window irradiated by solar energy, and hang Chinese knots or straw ropes at both ends. In the sunshine, I can see the dust floating in the air, just like the feathers of trembling creatures. Buy a beautifully carved guzheng. They are treasures in my eyes.

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