In a daze, it rained intermittently, and suddenly it cleared up again, just like the strange temper of spring. Fortunately, everyone in the town always follows the romantic mood, whether it is sunny or rainy, it is usually a good time.
Not to mention Zhouzhuang in rainy days, the color of the water has been dyed and turned into poetry and painting, with a worse charm.
It rained a thousand years ago, and it is still raining today.
Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is constant.
A few days ago, it rained all night, and it was dawn. The road was full of scattered petals, as if it was flowers yesterday instead of rain. I want to open the window often to let the petal rain in. ......
Magnolia blooms coldly in the branches. She is used to the secular fireworks of daily necessities and can stand the influence of poetry and painting. She can withstand the travel and dust of the east, west, north and south ... even if the rain drops on the branches, she doesn't ask why, where to go or go.
Flowers and leaves do not meet, not because of cause and effect, but the best way.
Blue tiles and white walls, eaves washing and white rain in rows.
The side covered with thatched cottage is the best. It rained and the thatched cottage was covered with glittering and translucent water drops. Waiting for the sun to shine at the beginning of the rain is a good perspective.
People on both sides of the strait are attached to lacquer eaves, and the old boat yawns on the river bank, watching weeping willows dance repeatedly, rolling incense curtains, bells ringing around the cat's neck and wine flags blowing outside. ......
Walking across the bridge with an oil-paper umbrella, I hope to meet a girl with a sad heart like lilac. ......
I envy others!
Walk a few times along the old stone bridge lane and cross the winding stone road to the world.
On rainy days, listening to the crackling sound of dry wood, fireworks rose from head to toe.
What I wanted to understand before, I am not in a hurry to understand now. Instead of being a poet, I think it is better to live in poetry now.
Lust for the warm words on the table, regardless of weight loss. Rain comes from the clouds and floats everywhere, making a pot of tea.
I think of a tea party in Zheng Banqiao: "Bring the river to make new tea and buy all the green hills for painting", which is really appropriate here.
If you sit in the yard when it rains and listen to the sound of rain hitting the petals on the leaves on the eaves, even your ears will be clean.
When I am in the mood, I will cook tea and rain, knock on chess pieces casually and watch the fallen flowers in the east wind. No one is going to sweep the spring, and it is inevitable to realize how the moon is lacking and how old the sky is.
When it feels foggy and rainy, it is most suitable to live in a house with a smell of wood. The air wet by rain coolly penetrated into the lungs and spread to the whole body, washing all the internal organs with the aroma of wood.
So the shanzhai looks like this, but the truth is.
Under the moon, Yi Deng is like a bean, with a flower and a rain. A few old trees in front of the door, Bai Mei, went down to the teahouse under the flower steps and three people drank it. I don't know time and geometry.
What's in town? It's rainy in Jiangnan. You can only be self-indulgent, but you are reluctant to give it to you.
You come, I'll go with you.
(You Zhou Zixuan Xuan)