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QQ595209882{{ Rain-soaked Jiangnan}} I have written a lot of words myself, so I can make do with it. I can fully stretch my limbs and relax every cell. With such comfort, I took this small step and walked into the beautiful south of Zhong Ling. Jiangnan beauty, the most beautiful is Suzhou. I wrote this sentence with a long feeling, and even the pen tip was a little drunk. The beauty of Jiangnan seems to be haunted by a kind of aura, perhaps this aura comes from the water and rain in Jiangnan. Then the umbrella is an indispensable rain gear for Jiangnan people to go out. Especially in this capricious rainy season. Shading in the hot sun and sheltering from the rain in rainy days are all pleasant under the umbrella. The weather here depends entirely on God's face. Get off if you want, and stop if you want. No warning, no pity. Perhaps it is really the temper of children in the weather in Jiangnan that breeds the beauty and beauty of Jiangnan. The first time I felt Jiangnan, it was that rainy day. Except for my head, my luggage and clothes were spared. When passing the Xujiang Bridge, the Xujiang River was rippling in the rain, and several transport ships were parked not far away. Under the baptism of rain, I am full of vitality. Looking into the distance, water meets the sky. I held the railing and looked against it. Xu Jiangdong is rolling, and I feel that life is good and heroic. I am a little nostalgic, splashing water, and walked into this ancient town with a hundred years of history along the river. It has been raining, so the sound of rain added a little fun to the journey. I couldn't hold back my heart and quickened my pace. I want to blend into this poetic landscape as soon as possible. The buildings in this small town are constantly extending in the hazy water vapor, kissing in rainy days, and the surrounding hills are slightly protruding to surround the town, and they embrace each other in rainy days. Even the winding euphemistic river can't stand loneliness, and it keeps flowing happily, winding in rainy days and ancient towns. I try my best to convince myself that I want to slow down, feel, touch and absorb quietly, and the scene is romantic, aesthetic and poetic. Mixed with a breeze, the rain hit my umbrella, my hand and even my face without an umbrella. I didn't put down my umbrella, but I didn't want to get wet in the rain. I just don't want my sister to see how embarrassed I am when I get home. You have to blame yourself for your poor care. I smiled and walked on to the densely populated area. It is raining harder and harder. I don't know whether it was an unwelcome visit from other places or a grand baptism. It seems that I think too much, because my journey is no longer lonely. It rained harder and harder, and a strand formed on the tiles. Under the wind, I began to walk step by step. I am very happy. It turned out that he wanted to accompany me on the road and show me the way. I waved to him, and his brother jumped into my hand, splashing and playing with his forehead. I watched, listened and sniffed, and simply stuck out my tongue and licked it, with a faint fragrance and sweetness. This rain, hehe. . o(∩_∩)o...。 . I walked into a painting that was wet by rain. . . . O(∩_∩)o ... I record the beauty of life in words. As my sister said, I am afraid that time will run away, but I have nothing. To appreciate beauty, you must be pure-hearted, yearning for beauty, broad-minded and have beauty. Everything in the world is a spiritual service. "Write down the beauty of life and leave a trace of memories for you to chew for the rest of your life." I learned from this experience. It's a little dull, but it doesn't matter. What matters is the voice from the deep heart. And those gorgeous forms seem so insignificant. know nothing at all