Selected Works of Misty Rain in Jiangnan Part I: Misty Rain in Jiangnan
Author: Dan Yue Qingfeng
A touch of gentleness makes you clean. In my last life, I was a blooming lotus flower, which opened on the shore of Acacia Lake, just to get to know you. Four seasons cycle, spring and summer for you, autumn and winter with you. Rain falls on the sorbus, planting acacia for you and staying with you for a long time.
In this life, I followed the dream of previous lives, followed the oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, and came to the picturesque south of the Yangtze River. Just because there is love that can't be solved, lovesickness that can't be thrown away, and dust that can't be forgotten. Lu' an flower embankment roams the dim back of the ancients; The pool pavilion and waterside pavilion collect the scenery lost yesterday. Wandering in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, let the lilac-like bitterness gently fall on the brow.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as misty as the wind, as blurred as a dream, as intoxicated as wine and as graceful as poetry. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River moistens the lingering acacia season after season, and deduces countless touching love stories. Wandering in the long and lonely rain lane, an oil-paper umbrella propped up a warm world for a long time.
There is a pool of willows in the wind, and the moon is full of pears. Jiangnan is poetic and elegant; The green water is bluer than the sky, the painting boat listens to the rain, and Jiangnan has poetic leisure and tranquility; At night, the boat plays the flute and the rain is raining, and people talk about the bridge next to the post. Jiangnan has a poetic heaviness and vicissitudes.
Who met me in a real dream, with a flute in his hand and incense on his clothes? Who is it, quietly looking at the West Lake, looking for the prosperous old dreams of Jiangnan? Who is it, in the rainy lane of Jiangnan, holding an oil-paper umbrella, waiting for the Millennium agreement? Who wrote fleeting thoughts in the silent night like water?
With pure feelings, I gently returned to the world of mortals. The oil-paper umbrella wandering in the rain lane and the awning boat shuttling through the morning fog extend into a beautiful poetic picture. Holding your hand, the deep feeling of growing old with your son, the warmth of your smile, and the light and elegant thoughts are clearly and shallowly scattered in my tryst with Jiangnan.
Listen to the fleeting time like a song, sad or happy, and let time slip through your fingertips. In my last life, I waited in the rain or shine all my life. In this life, in the rainy lane of the south of the Yangtze River, I quietly waited on the shore of the years for the agreement of my heart, just to write a deep and meaningful lyric poem about the happiness of this life. From then on, every year in the depths of the ocean, I am as sincere as ever.
Selected works describing misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River Part II: misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, He Huan without you
Open the picture of history and turn the track of time, people are idle, and clouds break through the moon.
I hold the moonlight in Jiangnan, and the moonlight in Jiangnan is full of slate. Slate with Jiangnan embroidered shoes, embroidered shoes and other Jiangnan horseshoes. Horseshoe misses Jiangnan girls. The girl promised misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but misty rain loved peace in the south of the Yangtze River.
If one day, I leave this noisy city alone, travel in plain clothes and come to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River alone. Standing on the ancient stone bridge in the sunset, will you see clouds waving goodbye to you, golden willows by the river, algae and fish floating on the bottom of the water? Maybe at that time, I was not the most beautiful age, but maybe at that time, I was the most authentic myself.
In the dream of Jiangnan, there is sleeping love, no matter how you call, you can't wake up.
Jiangnan on paper, there is a distant tranquility, no matter how noisy you are, you can't be chaotic.
The legendary Jiangnan has a prosperous past, and you can't hide it no matter how hard you hide it.
The real south of the Yangtze River has a rich heritage, and no matter how you wash it, it can't be erased.
Jiangnan is prosperous but not dazzling, ancient but not vicissitudes, peaceful but not silent, rich but not exposed.
Throughout the ages, literati, everyone has written their own Jiangnan. What are the words? Full of meaning between the lines? The unique charm, with the wonderful pen of flowers, makes Jiangnan beautiful and true, picturesque, and makes many readers crazy, dreamy and intoxicated.
Jiangnan is rich in products, outstanding people and talented people, and there are many literati, talented people and beautiful women. Jiangnan, smoke willow prosperous, gentle and rich, a few paddles and lights, small bridges and flowing water. Jiangnan, the sunset is infinite, the twilight is faint, and there are more or less flying flowers.
People's romantic feelings may be blown away by the wind and rain, but the romantic feelings in Jiangnan can't be taken away by time, nor can the years. Close the scroll of history and turn the scroll of the Song Dynasty, but it can't cover the sound of the Qinhuai River and the light and shadow on the shore.
How many dance pavilions and singing platforms can't stand loneliness, how many flutes and flutes go straight to the sky, how many bamboo sheds are not close to downtown, and how many leisure and elegant are not in the high hall, as if the prosperity and confusion in the south of the Yangtze River live in peace and don't disturb each other.
Jiangnan's prosperity is very special, because her prosperity is half natural and half artificial. Maybe this is the unity of heaven and man.
I like Liu Yong's Watching the Tide very much. ? The lake is covered with verdant scenery, with Sanqiu cinnamon and Shili Lotus. . This is the natural beauty brought by words, an endless beauty, and even it can only be understood but cannot be expressed. It is so simple to read and pleasing to the eye. Yang Wanli once said on the West Lake: The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors. . It can be seen that the lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are so beautiful that you can imagine the beauty of "Lotus Picking Song" and even the beauty of lotus picking girls.
Liu Yong said: There are 100,000 bridges painted with willow smoke and green curtains. . It can be seen everywhere in these 100 thousand families. There is smoke in the pool and the water is very shallow. There are water stone bridges everywhere, and there are wind curtains outside the window. The beauty of these 100,000 people at night is the so-called beauty of a thousand lights.
Before that, Wang Bo wrote on Wang Teng-ting? On the ground, Ding's food house, the maze of Gechuan, and the axis of Qingque Huanglong? , a prosperous situation, stretching to this day.
And these panoramic views must be the result of climbing. The country in front of us has become a world on paper. In this way, Jiangnan also has her magnificent side, just as Du Mu said? There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain? , Jiangnan, exquisite and detached.
I love Jiangnan. I don't want to have a panoramic view of her, but I want to be connected with every part of her body.
Jiangnan Day, the rising sun, flowers in the river win the fire, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River is as green as spring water. I don't know when I can write my own Jiangnan memory.
Looking at the perch by the river, you can see a flat boat, which is in a storm. Watching fireflies on the river bank, the wind and waves are a little scattered, all over the river. Jiangnan is a land of plenty. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely visit the fishing village in Nantang and pick lotus.
Jiangnan on paper is not a tall building, but a gray wall of Yamato. Jiangnan in the dream is not colorful, but green mountains and green waters. In my memory, Jiangnan is not a traffic jam, but a paddle.
I grew up in southern Guizhou, surrounded by green waters and green mountains. There are bamboo forests behind my house, peaches and plums in front of my hall, fields and winding rivers outside my door. I am used to the birds and flowers before spring, the bright moon before autumn night and the moon shadow in the garden. I'm more used to the feeling of fallen leaves in the yard. Before I left my hometown, I called it a landscape family. After coming to this lonely and boring city, I called it heaven.
What is Meng Haoran's hometown like? We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains? . In Lu You's words? There's a village where there's no road. . In Yang Wanli's words? Is it to enter the Wanshan Circle and let one mountain pass another? . In Xin Qiji's words? There are seven or eight stars in the sky. Before it rains at two or three o'clock, the forest in Laomaodian community turns to Xitou. . In the words of Tao Yuanming? See Nanshan leisurely under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums? . What else is there? One to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers? There are too many poems that don't compete with the world, but which one is fascinating? Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times? .
So-called? The mountain is not high, the fairy is famous, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual? Finally, today, a landform called karst surprises the world. It is called the emerald on the belt of the earth. If no one can tell how big this area is in the south of the Yangtze River, let's embed this jade in it. After all, there is misty rain in Jiangnan, which is more simple and peaceful.
It is said that there is Jiangnan in poetry and Jiangnan in painting, and almost beautiful poems can remind people of Jiangnan. I like Wen's "Walking in the Morning" to start picking priests and visiting my hometown in the morning. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and gardenia shines on the wall. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. The first six sentences are about my hometown. In front of Maodian village, the moon sets and chickens sing children's songs. On Banqiao Road, the green frost locks the horse's whereabouts. The last sentence is a picture of wild geese playing in the water in the south of the Yangtze River. What do you mean? Spring river plumbing duck prophet? Spring is full, that's all.
Jiangnan is not only warm and windy, but also full of flowers and bright moon. In the thin shadow of apricot blossoms, the flute blows until dawn. People in Jiangnan are so poetic and homesick. The night flute disturbs the insomniacs. At this time, voice is better than silence. If you are in Jiangnan, why not regard her as your second hometown? I think it will be more cordial naturally.
In the ancient south of the Yangtze River, whether it is the rouge fragrance in the Liuxiang of Huajie Street or the wine fragrance in the ordinary alley, it is so lovable. Lu you once said? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty? So handy, you don't need to read it carefully, you don't need to understand it very well, you can make your mind poetic and forget the machine.
If you are in Jiangnan, if you have the chance, don't forget to wait for a rain in Jiangnan, an oil-paper umbrella in Jiangnan and a lilac girl. Don't forget a poem called Rain Lane, and remember that its author is Dai Wangshu, a person who makes you feel melancholy and yearning.
If one day you step on the green flag, shake the awning boat and cross the bend of the river, you must remember to write down a paragraph of your heart and give it to the fleeting concern of Jiangnan, and remember to take a fixed photo for yourself. No matter how many years have passed, the boat will carry your heart, wander leisurely and bathe in plum blossoms.
Can you still see embroidered mother? See the girl on the swing, see the woman leaning against the door and looking back, is it a girl washing wool or a woman with a lot on her mind? Impossible, impossible anymore, the times are changing, but no matter what kind of girl or woman, as long as the water is so clear, it is still a gentle woman in Jiangnan.
The women in the south of the Yangtze River are Du Lang's deep memory and concern, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is Bai Letian's memory. He once said? Jiang Nanyi, what impressed you most about Hangzhou? When it comes to Hangzhou, we have to talk about the West Lake, and when it comes to the West Lake, we have to talk about the broken bridge. I think it's because of a rain in Xizi Lake that White Snake and Xu Xian met. On the broken bridge, they took an oil-paper umbrella as a token of love, and a beautiful story of love between man and god happened. The lotus in the West Lake is their witness. Compared with the lotus moon shadow in Bai Juyi's Er Ai Shan Temple. Here? Flowers are more and more attractive. Can shallow grass have no horseshoe? At the Qiantang Lake, you can enjoy sightseeing, go upstairs to see the tower, look for laurel trees in the temple garden, and enjoy the lotus flowers in the pavilion by the pool. Of course. Liu Di galloped on horseback and drank a boat in the middle of the lake.
It is said that Jiangnan is infinitely good, Suzhou gardens and Huaiyang cuisine are infinitely numerous. Is it true?/You don't say. Can't the garden be closed in spring? Is it true that all the delicious food in the world can't be tasted? I don't know, because I've never been to Jiangnan either. I believe that if I go to Jiangnan one day, if it is really a fairyland on earth, I will definitely put her beauty, whether it is plain or inconspicuous. I want to pour deep affection into words to make it more unique and lasting. Describe the picture with words, travel through time and space with your heart, and make the picture more gentle and peaceful.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn, the willow tips are good on the moon, and the lights are dim. You and I, someone will always make an appointment for the day after dusk?
Selected essays of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River Part III: Waiting for you, in the ink of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Reading you, I take the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River as the ink, dip in the color of spring, sketch with my heart, copy with my imagination, and your warm face seems like yesterday. Looking for you, I dream of thousands of Baidu, in the corner paved with bluestone, looking back at the whole city, you are in the dim light. Because of a careless brush, I began a long wait. And meeting you is also the time when a flower blooms. I cherish every minute, and I only want to collect all the fragrance I meet with you with my heart.
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Ink painting Jiangnan is the lingering in my dream. Clear water and blue sky, green grass, elegant willow silk accompanied by soft warm wind, gently soothing the affectionate willow green embankment. The blue sky is spotless. Every grass, tree, brick and tile here is full of acacia, and everywhere is full of beautiful dreams. Qianshan always loves me and paints my colorful dreams. A blue shirt, faint fragrance, a warm and romantic legend, flows quietly by the bridge.
The wind stopped coming and going, a fresh and quiet breath, refreshing and intoxicating. Looking all the way, missing wings, light and hazy, in the quiet place of time, in the distant horizon, filled with lingering misty rain, gently swaying Jiangnan ink painting.
The graceful Jiangnan is an obsession that I can't shake in my dream. Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and there are many towers of misty rain. The blue waves are boundless, the green carpet is colorful, prosperous and charming, the willow is wound into a thread, the misty rain is twisted into ink, the water is soft and warm, the eyebrows are low, the smile is safe, and there is a lotus-like heart, needle and thread, inlaid with tenderness, which will be carefully woven into a dream curtain for you. Perhaps, I am a violet before the Buddha a thousand years ago, waiting for a thousand years, not for crossing, just for you to pass by my charming face and wait for your look back!
The glory of life is only for you, and the gentleness of life is only for you!
Waiting for you, I have no regrets in this life; Waiting for you, in the graceful Jiangnan; Waiting for you, in Mimo!
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is the most beautiful picture in my dream. The drizzle is like silk, flying flowers around the shoulders, acacia ink dyeing, water curtain rolling. A misty rain on a lake, a covered boat with a leaf, a Tang-style Song Yu supported by a pole, and a lake with 24 bridges rocking under the moon. I draw a boat with you and listen to the rain sleep. There is a bitter song between the clouds and the water, and I am drunk. The pavilion sings, beautiful and gentle, the fog locks the distant mountains, the fireworks are finely cut, the whispers are lingering, and the green screen is like smoke. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and everything is so elegant and detached. People travel in a world of pictorial, and when they wake up, they don't know that they are guests, and they are insatiable all day!
Although he was born in the north, he has special feelings for Jiangnan and is attached to it. Jiangnan, like a dream, is a graceful word in my heart, a misty poem lingering in my dream, reciting ancient rhythms and writing eternal legends. I still remember that in the south of the Yangtze River with a curtain of apricot blossoms and light rain, I was holding a flower folding umbrella, elegant and graceful. Antique green slate, I stand in the drizzle curtain, looking forward to waiting for you to be blue. A trace of bitterness, a trace of sadness stuck in a deep alley?
Time is shallow and the rain is like cotton. The water is bright and fragrant. Affectionate, rainy, how much romantic misty rain? You are looming in the blue bricks and green tiles rendered in light ink, and I am standing in the condensed ink with light makeup, waiting for you! The wind blows and the curtain moves, setting off a curtain dream, and the heart stays in the depths of smoke. I don't know. Did you see my deep gaze? I want to know, have you read my melancholy?
The moment I looked back, it was amazing! I suddenly realized that in this boundless world, there is an unchanging fate called giving up, which is called a thousand years! A glimpse, an instant heartbeat, the most beautiful encounter in life, is nothing more than a reunion of the soul. At the moment when eyes meet, the poetic Jiangnan is gentle!
Jiangnan in the dream, a land of affection and tenderness. How many lingering stories have been left here, and the misty rain of the Millennium seems to be telling the sad scene of love and hate parting. The misty rain here is blurred, and the raindrops splash on the bluestone board, which is the tears shed by the Iraqi people, the loneliness and helplessness, the quiet Zen and the silent sigh! The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the faint fragrant sleeves and the faint ink and wash around the shoulders contain the faint sadness of the water town, composing an elegant rhyme and touching the heartstrings of many people in the water.
How I want to walk with you in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, hold an oil-paper umbrella, and let acacia be like a drizzle, wrapped around my fingertips and filled my heart. I miss you so much, listening to the flowing water, listening to the graceful magnolia, listening to the faint lilacs on the lush willow bank, and listening to the time flowing quietly like this. So with you, in this quiet and beautiful time! Feel the happiness of tears and enjoy the sweetness of having you!
Because of you, the scenery here is more charming; Because of you, no matter how big the storm is, I won't hesitate; Because of you, my world is no longer lonely; Because of you, my words have ethereal poetry; Because of you, my thoughts are like adding light wings, more romantic and beautiful!
Reading you, I take the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River as the ink, dip in the color of spring, sketch with my heart, copy with my imagination, and your warm face seems like yesterday. Looking for you, I dream of thousands of Baidu, in the corner paved with bluestone, looking back at the whole city, you are in the dim light. Because of a careless brush, I began a long wait. And meeting you is also the time when a flower blooms. I cherish every minute, and I only want to collect all the fragrance I meet with you with my heart.
This life, waiting for you, in the ink fragrance of misty rain south of the Yangtze River!