Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Zhuo Jun, don't you think this pool of spring water is as charming as Jiangnan?
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. I wonder if there is such a touching scenery in March in Jiangnan where grass grows and warblers fly. I have heard the lament of the boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River: If I had known that the tides were regular, it would be better to choose a river boy. Maybe a young woman is afraid to leave her room and can't bear to go home. The quatrains left on the willow were picked up by talented people and became a story that has been passed down through the ages.
Sitting on the edge of raspberry moss and hanging nylon on the greener grass began my long and happy wait.
Zhuo Jun, this pool and spring water look like you. You're so beautiful, you're a fish in a pond, you're ashamed of flowers when you're closed, your temples are like knives, your eyebrows are like ink paintings. Hehe, do you remember the song "Error"?
I walked through Jiangnan,
Those faces in the season are like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a lonely little city,
Just as Qingshi Street faces dusk,
Without sound, the spring in March will not be revealed.
Your heart is like a small window,
My dada horseshoe was a beautiful mistake,
I'm not returning home, I'm a passer-by.
Maybe waiting is a mistake, because people's interpretation is particularly beautiful?
How much hate, in my dream last night. It's like swimming in the garden in the past, and cars are like running water in Ma Rulong. Flowers and the moon are spring breeze.
I am struggling to find out what a poor and unlucky king Li Yu is waiting for. Perhaps it is the warm tea fragrance in the hands of ladies-in-waiting, or perhaps it is the brief glory of the dragon chair. Dear and lovely Zhuo Jun, can you give me an answer?
Still water is deep, but under still water, fish will bite. Slight ripples appeared on the water, fading away like a dream. The quiet evening breeze brought the evening song of the fishing boat and blew away a wisp of sadness like smoke and dust.
What is waiting?
Waiting is a fragrant wine. With the waiting wine, life is picturesque.
Waiting is a cup of light tea with fragrance. With the waiting light tea, life will be like a song.
Zhuo Jun, look, I caught a carp, and I put it back in the water, because I realized a wish and finished a waiting game.