Your Jiangnan, my spring modern poetry

You are in Jiangnan and I am in Mobei.

Jiangnan lingxiu

Shy daffodils dyed green.

Mobei monsoon

It ushered in the glory of Jiangnan.

Once, I looked back and smiled, and met with a smile.

With the coming of spring,

Landed in Jiangnan again.

Remember, meeting you?

It was a bleak winter in Mobei.

Gray sky, lonely streets and alleys

Skip the romance of our ice and snow flower.

Although the weather is very cold.

But because of you.

I think the sunshine is always so bright and warm.

Get to know you

It is spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

Small bridge, flowing water, long dike and Liu 'an.

Deep courtyard under green grass and blue sky

Brought me the brilliance of flowers.

Gentle and graceful Shili Taohuadu

Ran Yan Li Bai Xing Hua Di

Memory is always unbeaten in spring.

Who said that?

Where there is meeting, there is separation.

Standing on the barren hill in Mobei

Indifference and yearning after parting.

I can't resist the love from my heart.

You are delicate and affectionate, and you are reserved and restrained.

Has been flowing and hovering in the air around me.

I often stir an orchid-like heart.

Dancing is a tender romance for you.

A misty rain wets Jiangnan

The spring breeze warms up again.

Acacia, Liu Cui has vanished.

Find the wheat straw in April

I am like a lotus flower, and I am fragrant.

To accept your invitation for a thousand years

You are rocking Wu Peng's boat in the south of the Yangtze River.

Pick me up by the clear lake.

How many are dewy? early in the morning

How many dusk?

Let's cross the river together.

Listen to the lotus song and watch two swallows.

In the shadow of Jiangnan paddle lamp

Looking at the distant mountains, there is smoke near the water.

Spring scenery and beautiful scenery will intoxicate your eyes

Shake it into the most beautiful April day in the world.

All say

Meeting like a poem, knowing each other like a dream.

Now the flower marks of those years

With the haze of time.

Blue slate floating in the south of the Yangtze River

Those happy memories

It has long been engraved on our hearts and on our eyebrows.

But your sentimental Jiangnan.

But it has become the spring that I can never walk out of in my life.