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The dense fundus, mossy alley and drizzle wash out a minute of spring. Towards dusk, the woman obsessed with Jiangnan, in the drizzle, propped up an oil-paper umbrella, stepped on the bluestone road and walked in Changti or the ancient town. The oil-paper umbrella in the woman's hand crossed the rain curtain, and the meticulous brushwork on the umbrella surface painted a hundred turns and thousands of times, which was so affectionate, and this elegance and elegance was unique to Jiangnan. Crossing the exquisite bridge, the silent corridor and the flowing river are telling a dream of lovesickness in the south of the Yangtze River.
the river and the rain are rippling with the waves, swinging a canoe and rowing in the water town. The shy woman, like a lotus, walked in a boat with an umbrella and wandered in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at the misty rain such as cyan, I dreamed of dancing in the breeze with long sleeves, wearing a tsing yi, and meeting you in the rain, so that my lover was full of flowers. A floating dream is like a misty rain. If you are just a passer-by in the south of the Yangtze River and pass by here like a dragonfly, you will have to linger in the memories of the water town, and you will be intoxicated when you miss it. Is the world of mortals, like duckweeds drifting in a stream, entangled with people who love dust? The woman refused to retreat to Tsing Yi for a long time, just waiting for the late' Jun', complaining only about a touch of love in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I just want to smile for you, but I don't know where you are.
The wind dances the bright moon, the flowers fall in the dream, the lovesickness is dyed between the eyebrows, and I am alone in the end of the world and drunk by the window. The wind blows to see the flowers fall, before and after the flowers, are you drunk and touching Yu Di? Looking forward to the Millennium, the prosperity is exhausted, and the lovesickness dream in Jiangnan has performed an infatuated dream in this leisurely and elegant town. The elegant mood of the water town is reflected in the still water, the indifferent pavilion and the misty rain. The ancient bluestone pavement in the city has long been worn away by long time.
The small town in the south of the Yangtze River is also the dream water town in many people's minds. Once the beauty walked lightly, with a faint fragrance of flowers, but later she disappeared. Spring seems to be looking at the place not far from the south of the Yangtze River. The faint green willows make up an open door, and the charming spring scenery slips through the crack of the door. The newly-blossomed buds appear more and more tender, pink or red on the branches, like the smile of pomegranate fruit, which is flawless! After smelling the faint fragrance, I felt a warm feeling in my heart, and there was a touch of spring in the cold wind!
Time is passing by, but the distant yearning is still sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. All thoughts about feelings are in the south of the Yangtze River, the dreamy water city, which has shrunk into an ancient town. Willow is green, the rain curtain becomes a curtain, and the willow on the lake embankment is covered with crystal beads of rain, which hurts the heart of the Jiangnan woman. She is alone on this side of the bridge, waiting for you to come. When the rainy season raged, my heart also turned into a new cycle. Looking through the innocent stone road, the woman came with an umbrella at the other end of the bridge.
Your footsteps stepped on your heart step by step, slowly getting closer and closer, and your eyes looked gentle and indulged in the gentleness of your face. The woman is still sitting on the boat waiting. The boatswain's paddle squeaks in the water, and the water swings gently. In the blue sky, the pale clouds are torn into sleeves on Jiangnan women's clothes, which are deep and shallow. The Shui Ying is cut by paddles, broken into strings of dew, and washed away.
water town in dreams, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze river. The blue walls and white tiles in the water rhyme, the light sorrow of time, are all printed in the misty rain lane. The moist air is filled with the fragrance of lilacs, the blue cheongsam, the swaying posture, and the elegant lilacs are obliquely full of cheongsam, knocking on the road of bluestone for a lifetime. Holding your hand, gazing at each other, I look forward to joining hands with you and waiting for the sunset in the misty rain side by side, so that the light and shadow cut by the afterglow can witness the tenderness of Jiangnan.