1. Step on the green slate, listen to the deep bell, and walk through the long streets in the rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by, but I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots and the smooth and shiny stone steps with a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows off the raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in a ticking beat. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops merge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain, I don't know whether it is the clear rain that stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time, or the natural brightness of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this is like an ancient meaning that people can't bear to see.
2. Looking carefully, the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaves are bright and green. A breeze is blowing, and the river is rippling with shining waves. The rain beads are like countless happy little notes, singing happy songs, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful rain scene.
3. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, just green bamboos are patches and clumps, wet and green; By the bank of the river, willows bloom with green buds, yellow and green, which is lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.
4. This spring rain is neither too slow nor too dense. Is it gentle like a mother's hand, wrapped in a cotton, flowing like a breeze, gently soaking and moistening mountains and rivers? The sky is dim, and the rain and dew are like dancing girls dancing on the leaves of flowers and plants. When the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. The mountains are also handsome, the water is abundant, and people are more energetic.
5. Perhaps, I never thought of going to the south of the Yangtze River to pick the long-awaited rice color and flowers, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wupeng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The memory of Jiangnan dream only depicts that vision in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are full of branches. I once wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.
6. In the misty rain, the beautiful past flies like lilac tidbits, and as promised, your face and whispering quietly come. The past is like rolls of old black-and-white film, slowly stretching out in front of me. It's still a rainy season, and you and I meet quietly from both ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross over. Flowers bloom and fade, and the past is like smoke. Deep in my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.
7. Being near the port of the island and looking at the other side of the sunny day, it has been covered with a layer of water curtain by misty rain, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, and there are endless silvery white everywhere.
8. Apricot flowers are too fragile, and the spring rain lacks some peerless beauty, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also in connotation. The apricot flowers are swaying, and it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: charming skin, graceful dancing, moving voice, graceful figure, caressing a quiet piano endowed with elegance, playing chess like a song and dream of life, writing a beautiful book without losing domineering, depicting exquisite workmanship, lifelike and original painting, what a beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, and infatuated with beauty.
9. The drizzle in early spring always carries a hazy enchanting, smoky, dreamy, true and false, like a moon and flowers. The air is sometimes mixed with a few delicate fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The wind gently drops a little red, and the beauty is floating.
1. In the silent night, the "rustling sand" spring rain awakens the earth: the grass greedily sucks the rain and dew, and grows vigorously; Flowers sway in the wind and are in bud; Willow with new leaves like a hair and a hair like a dog, with the bright moonlight like water, is facing the drizzle like butter, singing with long sleeves, and dancing like a graceful and graceful lady ... Isn't this a true portrayal of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"?
11. The rain drops gently on the small lotus pond in the "fish playing between lotus leaves", splashing bright little splashes, jumping and rolling on the emerald lotus leaves. A little careless, "jingle", rolled to "under the bed", scared the fish to flee everywhere, but it was clutching its belly, happy. Quiet little water drops can have a lady image of a small jasper. Although it is not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, it is also gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never provokes Sister Feng, and is quiet and self-disciplined.
in March in the south of the Yangtze river, it was drizzling. I don't know when there will be a drizzle in the afternoon. I like to walk in such fine rain, so that my skin can feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness of the drizzle and the entanglement of the silk make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. Hazy still, my thoughts are flying.
13. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so provoking and so quiet. Quietly falling in the night without anyone's perception. I have lived here unconsciously for almost two years, but I still don't understand her temper, but I am sure of one thing, that is, charming posture and the most sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.
14. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on the leaves and the rain hitting the banana. From time to time, a few wonderful splashes are splashed on the bluestone board, which is light and clear, without losing happiness. The fog on the lake slowly recedes, the mountains are raining strangely, and everything in sight has just taken a bath, which makes it clearer, more magical, more charming and affectionate. The lying slope bridge on the lake is quite graceful under the faint fog, which makes people remember the beautiful scenery in the rain just now.
15. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the steps of raindrops are also slow, and they are lazy. However, it is still floating and falling in the sky, perhaps in disorder or orderly. Looking from the railing, water and sky are one color, and things and I are one. From time to time, a few fish will jump out of the lake. They have an appointment with Chunyu for a long time and have already melted into one. Rain is no longer rain, and fish are no longer fish. They are all spirits of nature. Rain is nourishing everything, and fish is the owner of the village of Rain.
16. The misty rain and steam blocked our sight, only heard the sound of "ticking" or "rustling sand" and smelled the fresh and moist fragrance. On the shore of the lake, like smoke, willow silk slightly twisted its soft waist in the breeze and drizzle, letting the rain bathe, letting the water drop down from her body, and letting the spring rain pour the most beautiful nectar in the world all over her body. At this time, there is no xiao yue, there is no remnant wind, there is a creeping movement of life recovery and the recovery of everything in the world, and there is a happy smile of young life in the cradle of spring rain. Yes, we are all enjoying the incomparable natural breath-the smell of spring rain.
17. The drizzle is flying freely to the earth. It is as light as Niu Yi's hair, as thin as a flower needle, as soft as a soft, greasy and shiny, which is hard to ponder.
18. With the spring rain, mountains and rivers meet each other and heaven and earth kiss each other. In the nature's creation, the spring rain is no longer alone, but brings fresh breath to everything in the world. This breath is the long-lost spring breeze that people are attached to. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, and the spring rain rides in the spring breeze, coming together, greening the mountains, overflowing the lake, awakening the earth and nourishing the vegetation. And all this happened inadvertently, told even more in silence than they had told in sound, what a beautiful and beautiful spring rain.
19. It's raining, and it seems that lavender lilacs are swaying gently in the rain, and the drizzle is like smoke and fog, which is sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on the purple lilacs, clear as jade. Clove rain worries that can't be sealed, and water feelings that can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts floated into the distance like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream poured into my heart with the continuous rain, and a series of ripples spread.
2. The apricot blossoms are gone, leaving only pale yellow memories, which moisten the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still in confusion, the dancer who is dancing like a spring rain brings a piece of silk. Looking across the south of the Yangtze River, it seems like a budding dream. Wan Li is blue and hazy in a silky entanglement, just like the purity of Utopia and the peace of Taoyuan. The wind can't stop blowing, only the faint confusion shakes the green cover of the lotus pond and touches the misty village in the distance, ushering in a fairyland-like dream that has never been seen before. Tick-tock's spring rain is falling, and the brewing of the clouds is knocking on the vast earth, as soft as beating the thin sand. Jiangnan brings the melancholy of apricot blossom rain and the sadness of spring rain. Sentences about misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River 2
1. As soon as I entered the town, I smelled a flavor of the south of the Yangtze River. Crossing Wolong Bridge, strolling in Beizha Street and the river pier, three or two women beat their clothes with mallets. On the shore, plumes of white smoke from the coal stove rose around. In the distance, the winding green hills are faintly visible, and an oblique sunset sprinkles from the hills, which is quite artistic.
2. If the night in Zhouzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River is a gentle woman, then the night by the Fujiang River in Suining is a young man full of masculinity. If the night in the south of the Yangtze River is a pipa for us, then the night in the Fujiang River is a fierce gong and drum!
3. Xitang's specialty is also famous at home and abroad! For example, tofu flower, stinky tofu, Bazhen cake, Euryale ferox cake and so on. Oh, especially the stinky tofu and Gordon Euryale cake, a piece of golden stinky tofu coated with a layer of Chili sauce, bite it, it's crispy, smelly and fragrant, and delicious! Tourists eat while walking, and the whole ancient town is full of that tempting fragrance. Besides, the cake is full, soft, refreshing and delicious, which really makes people drool.
4. The slate is clear, and all kinds of slate are naturally put together. The high and low flagstones lead the road to a new corner again. There are many colors of slate, such as cyan, pure and flawless, black in the green, green with some fresh green. Looking closely, I seem to hear a tap, as if I saw the years of the annual rings.
5. The quiet wind blows all over the south of the Yangtze River. The sadness of withered vines and old trees, the remoteness of bridges and flowing water, and the joy of fields with lotus leaves, at this countless moment, the south of the Yangtze River has transformed into another clean world. He summarized the outline of the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan, a sentimental paradise, has bred simple and kind human beings, whether it is the law of life at sunrise and sunset, or the hobby of singing poems, playing chess and painting; Whether it is exquisite and beautiful, delicious food culture, or exquisite garden art, the unique cultural heritage of water towns is opening a window to the world, and a strong cultural atmosphere is spread all over the world.
6. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, just green bamboos are patches and clumps, wet and green; By the bank of the river, willows bloom with green buds, yellow and green, which is lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.
7. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so provoking and so quiet. Quietly falling in the night without anyone's perception. I have lived here unconsciously for almost two years, but I still don't understand her temper, but I am sure of one thing, that is, charming posture and the most sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.
8. My first impression of this small town in the south of the Yangtze River is antique. In the rainy dusk, the town is like a beautiful girl walking in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.
9. Perhaps, I never thought of going to the south of the Yangtze River to pick the long-awaited rice color and flowers, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wupeng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The memory of Jiangnan dream only depicts that vision in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are full of branches. I once wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.
1. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on the leaves and the rain hitting the banana. From time to time, a few wonderful splashes are splashed on the bluestone board, which is light and clear, without losing happiness. The fog on the lake slowly recedes, the mountains are raining strangely, and everything in sight has just taken a bath, which makes it clearer, more magical, more charming and affectionate. The lying slope bridge on the lake is quite graceful under the faint fog, which makes people remember the beautiful scenery in the rain just now.
in March in the south of the Yangtze river, it was drizzling. I don't know when it will drizzle again in the afternoon. I like to walk in such fine rain, so that my skin can feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of the drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. Hazy still, my thoughts are flying.
12. Stroll through Nanxun Old Street, and the river is not far from your feet. As a water town, there must be wind. It is very interesting that the slightest breeze sweeps over the water and makes the river flush with crow's feet.
13. Step on the green flag, listen to the deep bell and walk through the long streets in the rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by, but I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots and the smooth and shiny stone steps with a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows off the raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in a ticking beat. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops merge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain, I don't know whether it is the clear rain that stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time, or the natural brightness of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this is like the lingering meaning of ancient times.
14. Old city street, known as "the first street in Fujian". The ancient street is more than 6 meters long and 6-8 meters wide. The center of the street is paved with bluestone slabs. From north to south, it forms a "nine bends and thirteen bends", just like a blue dragon flying in the air. On both sides of the ancient street, there are nearly 1 cobble lanes criss-crossing, long or short, wide or narrow, with high walls and narrow lanes, which are simple and remote.
15. The bluestone path, the willows, the clear river and the exquisite hut constitute the most romantic artistic conception of Zhouzhuang! There are many vendors on both sides of the path, which makes this town so harmonious and lively.
16. Walking on the rambling bluestone path, I recall the Jiangnan when I was young, and it is as elegant as this. On both sides of the river, there are dense boats moored, and a few boatmen are rocking their boats sparsely, waiting for tourists. They exude simple innocence and have the oldest quality in Jiangnan.
17. The apricot blossoms are all gone, leaving only a pale yellow memory, infiltrating the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still in confusion, the dancing dancers like the spring rain bring lingering feelings like silk. Looking across the south of the Yangtze River is like a budding dream, and Wan Li is blue and hazy