Silk is like a string, string is like a curve, and smoke is like fog, which is also true and illusory.
With a hint of mystery, warmth and affection.
Beware of light rain, lingering light rain.
It is a finger, a needle, a filament, woven into a dense diagonal,
Such as the ambiguous feelings of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Wash Jiangnan into beautiful spring scenery.
The light rain in the south of the Yangtze River is true feelings.
Fingers keep waving weeping willows, as if whispering to you a love story that will never fade.
An umbrella, a rain, a feeling; I am in your arms, in your eyes, in the palm of your hand.
Drunk into decay, drunk into ripples, drunk into drizzle.
We are a string of simple and harmonious notes. Besides, love will sprout with the rain. ...
The light rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a yearning.
In the slightly humid air, it seems that thousands of kilometers of dust have been washed away.
In the mist, there is a fresh fragrance.
You said you wanted to find a quiet place with your beloved in your old age, plant flowers and raise birds, and remember.
I lie in your arms with a smile, just like lying in the warmth of spring;
You hold me and your hair is scattered on your chest. How wonderful and satisfying it is to have you in this life!
This is the light rain in Jiangnan, and this is the infatuation in Jiangnan.
This is a myth sung by a poetic youth and a woman who has no smell of human smoke.
Affectionate, melancholy, romantic, full of spiritual light rain;
Light, clear and soft, like a dream, like a poem, like a song, like a picturesque light rain;
In your heart, in my dream, it has been floating, floating, floating. ...
My thoughts rise with the drizzle, and the microwave melts into my blood.
The continuous light rain in the south of the Yangtze River, in the spring, comes my lonely thoughts.
Immersed in the long thought like a water dream, piecemeal in the sincere watch.
A series of soft, calm, slightly light footsteps,
Walking slowly and gently on the bright streets moistened by the spring rain. ...
Set foot on the lonely bluestone tablets and the alleys paved with ancient rhymes.
-Jiangnan is gentle and charming, somewhat childish, somewhat quaint and somewhat free and easy.
The wet marks of the new rain stared at my eyes.
-God's love is singing a love song of spring tide and water.
So, which king is a new word? Which Wang is Lao Fu?
Faint deep alley, continuous drizzle, gently swept through the flowers, leaving a shallow kiss, awakening a spring,
However, the end of the alley has disappeared, leaving only moist flowers all the way, circulating eternal scenery in the poem page.
Like the night, listening to the rain hitting the banana, beauty, amazing sadness and beauty.