1
Moon-white silk shirt trimmed with gold lace, long black skirt, black hair tied high.
The woman holding the lantern and climbing up the stairs must be the boy's first love.
It must have been the reckless boy who overturned the green paint box. A verdant picture appears in front of you, which is intoxicating.
Yellow-green, emerald green, dark green. The water surface is like a white mist belt, a awning is spread out, and the person sitting on the bow of the boat is the person from the previous life.
I walked into this charming painting, my eyes blurred with tears. It’s a long-lost attachment and longing.
2
Yes Naisheng can no longer support the young man’s worries.
The lanterns are hung high, and the sunset shines across the sky. The lacquered doors and bronze door knockers quietly bathed in the dusk time, and the awnings returned.
The sparkling waves shook the quiet homes of the people on both sides of the water alley.
You look classically beautiful with pink walls and black tiles. The lantern under the eaves is your red lips and the red silk ribbon at the corner of your clothes. Standing in the depths of the years,
After the wind and rain, the vicissitudes of life, the appearance remains the same.
Thinking of your time by the river, of your green trees, of your gentle kiss from snowflakes... the flower of my heart also quietly spreads its stamens. Jiangnan,
I can’t even fathom my relationship with you!
3
I don’t know if this is the reason for my fate with you. I love the water in your water town. Wandering in your lake, my emotions are bathed in pleasure, as if I have been soaked in the spring breeze. I want to run, fly, and hug.
Running on your pastoral poems in March, flying in your old smoke in the evening, embracing the white-haired grandpa who rocks the oar, and the loving grandma who makes tea. There are also poetic mist and rain, and the rhyme of the words falling red.
Time flows slowly, and the past is like smoke sleeping among the white walls, black tiles and broken walls.
The willow banks are now green again, and the old New Year boats are no longer visible under the stone bridge.
The beauty in the autumn water stood in the spring breeze, with a confused look on her face, just like the yellowed memories in old photos.
4
The green plum blossoms on the stone roadside are in bloom, and the snow in Pingting's Jiangnan is floating.
This thin layer of snow may be able to cover up the lonely world of mortals, but it cannot cover the footprints of my love in the long years.
Caressing the vicissitudes of the twenty-four bridges on the forehead, brushing through the attractive smoke of Qinhuai people, passing by the ancient ruins of the water town for thousands of years, and encountering the eternal drums and horns contending...