The fog is light, the clouds are light, and the river is shallow.
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Xiaoxiang drizzle, dusty, walking on a wet wet path, the breeze blowing slightly, I feel refreshed. It is expected that Jiangnan has entered the rainy season, and the small town in my heart is swaying with my memory. ...
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, but Wuzhen remains the same. Even in a sunny afternoon, you will occasionally see the shallow and faint sound of rain in the air, but the rain in Wuzhen mostly gives people a cold, lonely and sad taste, just like "searching, cold and clear, sad and sad." In the meantime, my heart will be haunted by some worries, some melancholy and some desolation. No matter how ambitious young people are, they can't stand the repeated blows of cold rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Compared with Wuzhen, the light rain in Lin 'an is cheerful and bright.
Lin 'an belongs to the south of the Yangtze River, but its architectural style is very different from that of Wuzhen. The streets and alleys of Lin 'an are paved with smooth slate. Although the house was not built near the water, it was also patchwork. The road surface is obviously dazzling, wide and tidy, which is completely different from the deep and quiet alleys of Wuzhen Qu.
In Lin 'an, I like the misty rain in early spring. The thick and thin rain curtain pours down, the treetops sway gently, Ye Er dances gracefully, and the branches are hung with a string of graceful rhythms, gradually playing a melody of the first rain and Lin 'an, which is an unspeakable beauty that can only be melted in the rain and faded for a long time in the smoke.
The rain and fog are filled with flowers, and the eaves, windows and steps of the houses in the town are filled with faint flowers when rouge is wet. The fragrance of flowers, dancing with the rain at the beginning of a season, stayed in Lin 'an town with the beauty of a silk rain. Smell it, the fragrance is shallow and light, refreshing, fresh as new, like a woman's natural body fragrance, refreshing and natural, without any pretense of imperfection or affectation.
Listening to the rain is also a pleasure. In Lin 'an, as long as it is not stormy, it sounds very poetic. Leaning against the railing, watching the rain, the soft rain dripped and soaked for a long time, and the round rain beads were woven into a thin rain curtain and hung under the eaves. The light rain in early spring is quiet and euphemistic, which washes away the temperament of lead China and is serene and calm. Listening to the rain, the rain sounds lazy and the water flows slowly. The gentle drizzle gently beat the blue bricks and tiles in Lin' an, and the fine chips tinkled. At this time, if you lean in front of the case, with the soft piano sound of the ancient sound on your fingertips, you are wandering in a silk cloud. The distant piano sound and gentle raindrops play the rhythm of early spring in Lin 'an.
The rain suddenly began to rain and stopped at first. After the first rain, I saw the willows swaying, and the soft and faint new green gradually filled Lin 'an. During walking, even breathing and breathing are bright and delicate green.
Jiangnan, half drunk and half awake in the misty rain because of Lin' an; Because of the rainy season, I was immersed in poetry and couldn't speak. From then on, Lin 'an, a beautiful water, made fairies come to the world, provoked love and fell into the world of mortals.
I miss the wind and rain, and I really want to immerse myself in poetry and painting. I didn't think about it. I didn't look back. I just wanted to get drunk in Lin 'an and never wake up. ...