1, hometown
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so shy that people can't help but miss it.
Willow trees on the shore. Sparkling, reflecting lotus flowers, countless ripples.
Tilting linden trees in the wind came into being, warming the season and singing softly.
As scheduled, in summer, flowers bloom in parallel with lotus flowers, and the information left behind may never be found again.
Hold an oil-paper umbrella and dream of returning to Jiangnan, where I was born and raised.
2. Ginkgo biloba (external one)
Hold fast to the sunset glow and enjoy it. This beautiful autumn, all things on the earth, a harvest scene, Huang Chengcheng, is golden.
You gave everything, sacrificed your life for righteousness, fulfilled autumn, sacrificed yourself, and rushed to cover the earth with your body.
A thick layer, so there is still some temperature in the bleak season.
You bury your roots deep, stop coveting false appearances, and fall into them, which may be your best destination.
The cold plummeted, and I didn't want to hide your last time in a painting and leave it on paper.
3. Winter rain
Stripped off bit by bit, the depressed sky seems to need to vent.
From far to near, the sky slowly darkened.
The night is no longer gentle, memories need courage, and once the dribs and drabs come to mind, they are sweet and happy.
Years of chasing have created a sea of encounters, doomed fate and mutual concern.
Under the peach tree, beside the sansheng stone, tonight, leaning against the window, listening to the sound of rain and falling.
Like your footsteps, the city in the sky, after the rain, it will light up slowly, and the world will be beautiful and go its own way.