On Jiangnan Prose Recitation Manuscripts 1: Jiangnan
Pen and ink are concise in painting, and talented people and beautiful women are hazy. Recalling that Jiangnan is the most beautiful place, Jiangnan talents do this. Plain clothes is good without makeup, a song and a glass of old wine. Who can read it? Under the moon, the streamers fluttered with the wind, and I traveled for thousands of years, just to find, to find the footprints of Gu Xiang, an ancient road. The dusty south of the Yangtze River has passed through thousands of years in the fragrance of youth.
? How hard it is for the people to live! ? At that time, the death of Qu Zi and Miluo River was not the end, but another mighty beginning. Political failure did not bury his eloquence, but he blossomed in flower of life. His words, as the Miluo River rolled away, were deposited in the long river of thousands of years, lasting forever. I stood by the Miluo River wearing a gown and holding a sword. Sigh, heroic and envious, lost in the wind, disappointed in the rolling river, and the arrogant "Tian Wen" echoed for a long time. Besides, wuyue is like the south of the Yangtze River, and the nonsense in that dream awakened the poet many years ago. Xiang Yu, who struggled to pull out the mountain, vowed not to defeat Jiangdong, and his generous and heroic singing voice was sung on both sides of the Wujiang River for thousands of years; ? The Chu tune was opened, chilling, and the goose was full moon. Hard to give up, weak waist, strong feelings. ? A song full of rivers and red roads has gone through many vicissitudes. Young and heroic, the city of Anhui is broken, and the whole city loves songs for thousands of years: a song "Song of the Long River" waves around the table, and the smoke waves are vast. Plain clothes Baixue's gifted scholar and beautiful woman stood in the courtyard of the years. They play the piano, make tea and sing songs on the moon.
Jiangnan, landscape precipitation for thousands of years. Warm-hearted, blood-stained chivalrous pride, vaguely echoed in the evening breeze of the sunset. Fog and rain are floating in the hazy sky, and Shibanqing Street is unforgettable: literati ride thin horses, carry heavy scrolls and sing a few songs, lingering in the scenery next to the ancient road station. The sky is red and rugged, and the wine lies in Nanshan Green; The sky is full of red clouds, drunk and green. All this is like the best freehand brushwork from the landscape of China, and the artistic conception and beautiful scenery are so amazing!
Counting the Four Seasons Bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, lying on the wavelength bridge, and guarding the reincarnation ferry; Holding a cup of faint fragrant tea and drinking it lightly, foreign materialization turned into plumes of smoke and dispersed together. The breeze and the bright moon, listening to the woman in the attic fiddling with the harp, Wu's voice filled the air, and I hummed with her. A gown, a pot of drunkenness; Wu Peng was drinking a little wine on the boat, feeling quiet. One night, Changfeng was drunk. How many pairs of whispers did he have? The drizzle is floating and winding; Falling down the eaves and hitting the window lattice; The banana tree outside the porch window is dripping. The rain on Qingshiban Street seems to have merged into a stream after consultation. The soft snow falling from the broken bridge sings beautiful plots; Glacier ancient que, a silver world. Bright red flowers, they are waiting by the blue river; Quietly watching the literati on both sides of the strait shuttle.
The luxury of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties died with the flowers. Listening to the wind and watching the rain is intimate and soft, and painting is shallow and affectionate; This is the most suitable place to live when the sun sets in the west. Stay away from the luxury of indulging in money and return to the countryside; A misty rain, bamboo straw sandals carefree and open-minded, laughing at the prosperity. Listen to the ancient fishing road and feel the heaviness of the years; Since then, I have cooked tea and recited poems, and I have raised my white head with Iraqis. Between the idyllic alleys, it is still lush and endless; Under the dim light, the moonlight is still clear. ......
The yellow sand of history rolled in the red dust, and the dust and smoke splashed, flying again and again, and settling again and again: a thousand years later, I followed the example of the ancients and came to Jiangnan again in my gown. Some people say that Jiangnan is a water town; Some people say that Jiangnan is a wine town; But I think this picturesque Jiangnan is far from being described by these words. Jiangnan, she dances like a woman; She is like a knight-errant, chivalrous and soft-hearted, wandering all over the world: Jiangnan, whose connotation has been precipitated for thousands of years, gurgled and flowed.
Jiangnan, I walked through the rain lane
Think about the girl in the poem.
You pulled my clothes.
Hide in a flower umbrella
Lanshi
Forget, are you like lilac?
Is it the old girl?
Jiangnan, on Jiangyin Bridge
The river is still tumbling.
It's color.
This is a shape.
And my lilac girl
Drive away from Jiangnan
Water town, wine fragrance
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Prose recitation on Jiangnan Part II: Writing about Jiangnan, dreaming about Jiangnan and having a heart in Jiangnan.
Reading the beautiful article "When can I regain the dream of Jiangnan with you", I think of the oars in Jiangnan and the men and women in the depths of the rainy lane.
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It's rainy in Jiangnan. The breeze is blowing gently, the rain is dancing, dribs and drabs, knocking on the porch window at will.
There is no need to return to the rain in Mao Mao, which is accompanied by bursts of humidity.
After the light rain, the sky was clear and the alley was faint.
In the evening of Jiangnan, the sunset stands by the river. The setting sun goes round and round, the moon bends, the smoke trees by the river are blurred, and the barking of dogs is faintly heard in the distance.
The crescent moon is like a hook, and the water town map is hooked. In the moonlight, my thoughts are as long as the river.
Inadvertently, the running water seems to flow from afar, mixed with river water and wind, dyed between green waves, just like a small building blowing Yu Di. I'm afraid the beauty of this rhyme can only be attributed to nature.
Looking around, there are one heavy mountain and two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, and the smoke and water are very light and cold.
The moonlight in Jiangnan is green and cool. Looking at the lotus pond, there are still pieces of residual lotus. Occasionally, a white waterfowl glides low. The tranquility of the night permeates the trees in the secluded alley.
In the moonlight, the river is still raging, and the grass by the river stands upright in the water, swaying with the waves and graceful, just like the waist and buttocks of a girl in the south of the Yangtze River, exuding the charm of youth.
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Jiangnan men are also gentle, and there are many? Smokers? .
The blood of Jiangnan men has been flowing since ancient times.
Jiangnan men's inner monologues are like rivers, and they don't give up day and night.
On the banks of rivers and lakes, lonely boats and fishermen stand like a tree and a landscape.
Men in the south of the Yangtze River love fishing. The fish is shaking violently on the fishing rod just like the thrill of spring, and anglers are intoxicated at this moment.
? There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. ? Zhang, who embarked on his career more than 1000 years ago? Smokers? In fact, the obsession with Jiang in the oblique wind and drizzle has become a poem of a man in the south of the Yangtze River.
Li Yu, the king of the Southern Tang Dynasty, loves fishing, and fishermen catch new ideas: waves are full of snow, peaches and plums are silent. A pot of wine, a pole, how many people are there in the world? Li Houzhu went fishing again, and another song "Fisherman" spread to the river: a spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook, full of flowers and wine, free in the waves.
Fishing is fun. Smokers? At this time, my mood is like a slowly unfolding fold, and the process of unfolding the fold is like a soothing music unfolding on the river.
Jiangnan? Smokers? Our eyes touch freedom and stay away from worldly affairs and troubles, which can best reveal darkness.
Jiangnan? Smokers? Heart in ink, eyes in the clouds, can see high.
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The beauty of Jiangnan women is like jade, like a bun. Their figure and gait naturally have their softness and rigidity.
Jiangnan women's soft eyes and soft voices seem to blend in with the northern sentiment. The meditation on their faces and the bright and clean cloth on their brow are capable and lively to connect their voices and behaviors. Oh, charming women in Jiangnan can also be heroic.
Jiangnan women have a melody in their hearts, leaning against the column and thinking deeply, leaning against the stone and standing. Bai Xiangshan's sentimental poems? I play with plum branches on the low wall and the gentleman riding a white horse on the edge of the willow tree. I'm on the wall, and you're looking at your immediate family, and when you see it, you know that you have the virtue of heartbroken. ? This is a Jiangnan-style bitterness.
Jiangnan women are also familiar with love affairs: What do you think of Yu Rong? Just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers. ? Where do vivid sentences come from? Thanks for the vigorous spring heart.
Is it unusual for Jiangnan women to turn around with a smile? But so vivid. A little shyness on their faces actually made the mountains and forests drunk. Could it be that their carefree mood was also drunk?
The bright smile of Jiangnan women, like a clear space, will not pass through the gray clouds. Standing under the pink willow green, their thin faces are redder than flowers. A pair of high-heeled shoes dawdled the bluestone corridor, climbed the rockery and got off the bridge, surrounded by flowers in full bloom and bees and butterflies flying.
Don't say that Jiangnan women are like flowers in winter snow.
The poet said that women in the south of the Yangtze River have a long road to love, beautiful scenery and amazing colors, and their jade capacity is comparable to that of hibiscus, which is still sunny.
In fact, the Jiangnan woman mentioned in the poem until:? Face like lotus, chest like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei watched him from a distance. ?
But in the long history, it is a pity that historical records distort their figures. Confucius despised women, and ethics stifled them, which led to thousands of years of injustice for women.
Next to the wall of feudal ethics, they fought. They stood for a long time like Yi 'an laymen, fat and thin. Time flies, and girls' time comes to them through branches and leaves: sunshine and pipa, blue light and yellow axis, morning dew stirring sleeves, evening rain and tears on the swing. No wonder Li Houzhu maruko throws jade:? There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world. ?
In fact, Jiangnan women have their own gentle and graceful oriental women, and they don't lack their deep affection. They lived a radiant life, and the sunrise dyed the river red and won the fire. They listen to the world, rely on all the movements she hears, and integrate their own lives to form a just ensemble and symphony.
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When reading a book, remember this sentence: the exuberance and diversity of women is one of the signs to judge whether a social life is happy or not. The happiness of Jiangnan lies in the high spirits of Jiangnan women.
The waters in the south of the Yangtze River tend to be feminine, and femininity is the true nature of women in the south of the Yangtze River. Some people have commented in history that women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were not as good as women in the southern Tang Dynasty. Think about Chang 'an, it is the most prosperous city in the world. If it lasts for hundreds of years, I'm afraid the rough northwest man will be like the gentle Jiangnan woman.
Women in the south of the Yangtze River, whether in smoky Sichuan or Suzhou and Hangzhou on a willow bridge, love and beauty pervade their daily lives. Affectionate, romantic.
How charming Jiangnan is. For thousands of years, it is an indisputable fact that the charming south can't compete with the rough north, just like the nomadic people in the depths of the northern grassland, with long-term peace.
There is elegance in the charm of Jiangnan women. Folk songs:? Daughter's soul, Stone City. ? Nanjing was called Stone Town in ancient times, and the streets, alleys, mansions and houses in Nanjing all reveal the elegant charm of Jiangnan: women live the elegant demeanor of women, men have delicate eyes and behave in Wen Ya. Nowadays, the daily topics of restaurants and tea shops rarely talk passionately about war, which is the elegance of Jiangnan.
In the streets and lanes of the south of the Yangtze River, dialect slang all highlight the situation of southern women. They can live a feminine life. Women's high spirits can not be separated from the elegance of Jiangnan, and it is precisely because of elegance that a group of women are competing for beauty.
Jiangnan women are magnificent, unlike women in other countries, who are humble and humble.
Jiangnan women are also worried. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. ? Sorrow is like falling red, and sorrow is like closing a mountain.
Throughout ancient and modern times, the Six Dynasties were divided into two parts, a charming south of the Yangtze River. They are Jiangnan, presenting ethereal goodness and beauty in the pure eyes of the world. Listen to the dance of dress, dance with low heart and full of wind. Fairy flies and blinks frequently like bright stars.
Jiangnan is beautiful and charming, Jiangnan is beautiful!
Writing about Jiangnan, dreaming about Jiangnan, and thinking about it will never leave the misty rain in Jiangnan.
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On the Prose Recitation of Jiangnan (Ⅲ): Jiangnan
The dense smoke whirls between your fingers, circling like a ribbon, lingering with the autumn wind and flying to an unreachable distance.
Walking on the forest path in Suoshan Park, the old yellow leaves are scattered all over the place, the rocks are rugged, and the willows beside the lotus pond are lush and graceful. The pavilions in the four corners in the distance and the yellow lotus leaves made me smell the rustling in early autumn. Neon lights change into colorful and fuzzy halos. ? Mud, clear ripple? Your husband should be sleeping soundly by now. Dark clouds cover the moon, lotus leaves are used as quilts and clear water as beds.
Although we are busy, we have no intention of looking for the refreshing autumn rhyme in this city, just like the Jiangnan woman who is far away from glitz, fresh and graceful, but a silly person does not know how to appreciate it. Young man, how many wonderful times we missed, and we couldn't see the beautiful scenery along the way, the girl who paid for you. What you get will be lost sooner or later, and what you lose is forever.
Raindrops began to fall, hitting the fragile lotus leaves, wetting my clothes and kissing my face. I wiped away the angel's tears and ended my boredom, because tomorrow I will definitely see the autumn sun in the sky.
Looking down, I found that the tobacco was burnt out, and the bright red moment turned gray. With a flick of my finger, I landed on the land where we once struggled.