Appreciation of the beautiful prose in Jiangnan Part I: misty rain, Jiangnan water town, poetry, talent and love are destined to be remembered, at the end of the world, or at the ends of the earth; The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like poems, paintings and dreams, is destined to be treasured, both in heaven and on earth. Light smoke and rain, drunk Jiangnan, as long as you see it, you will fall in love; As long as you come, you forget to go back.
With faint water and faint fragrance, I started from a rainy lane and gently walked into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Wandering in the rain lane for a long time, the willow wind, the blowing surface is not cold; Apricot blossoms rain, clothes are wet. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping on a graceful poem, looking up, I also want to meet a girl as sad as lilac. Just obsessed with looking like a dream, sad and confused. Along the way, who knows how many beautiful people's poems and paintings have been opened by that oiled paper umbrella? Waiting all the way, who understands that the green slate bears the loneliness and hesitation of many talented people? At the end of the trip, I suddenly turned around and saw lilac petals spinning and dancing lightly in the wind. Since then, there has been the fragrance and melancholy of lilacs in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Study a pool of clear waves and clear water and dip it in a red flower. Breeze and drizzle willow, describing the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. That small bridge flowing water, people will outline the most vivid Jiangnan water town. Walking in the misty and rainy Jiangnan, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water; Drizzle, moist, one side is gentle; Ladle willow, drunk and beautiful, will be the heart of generations. Part of it is in the Jiangnan water town with blue bricks and tiles. Small bridges inherit Jiangnan culture, flowing water breeds Jiangnan aura, and people continue Jiangnan customs. Alone in the west wing, flying flowers are like dreams, and rain is like sorrow. Looking around, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so light, so light, as ethereal as the wind, as blurred as a dream. Jiangnan's feelings are so thick, as drunk as wine and as graceful as poetry. Since then, misty rain has fascinated tourists from all over the world and fascinated ladies.
Rock the boat and borrow ten miles of wind. It's sound, and the song flies with the paddle and goes down the river. Just to travel all over the south of the Yangtze River, looking for the old dream of misty rain. Bow up, stand with negative hands, and white clothes are better than snow. When you are proud, the ship is far away, and the wind is blowing clothes. Looking at the two sides of the strait, the scenery is different at four o'clock, and there is no interest: it is misty and rainy in spring, and lotus flowers are everywhere in summer; Enjoy Sanqiu laurel in autumn and feel a cold snow in winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, unspeakable beauty can only be turned into poetic fragrance, floating in the rain and fading in the smoke for a long time. Crossing the small bridge and flowing water, the two oars spread the poetry, talents and feelings of Jiangnan one by one, allowing me to write its heart, understand its meaning and lead its spirit. Lost in the romance of the Tang Dynasty, holding the snowy moon of the Song Dynasty. Twenty-four bridges and bright moons, an old story of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, have been stained with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. For thousands of years, they have been poetic and intoxicated with words.
The misty rain in Jiangnan is the most beautiful. There are lotus flowers, different kinds of red, lotus leaves and infinite blue; There are river flowers, red is better than fire, and the river is as green as blue. There are willows here, misty and rainy; There is running water and a curved bridge; There are Su Causeway Xiao Chun, Pinghu autumn moon, Quyuan wind load, broken bridge and residual snow; Here, the willow waves fly and the three pools print the moon; Is there a midnight bell in Nanping and a sunset glow in Lei Feng? Just the imagination between the lines is enough to fascinate people and fascinate them. Lingxiu calligraphy, paradise on earth, very beautiful. When walking, I like Xizi Liu Di best. She stood gracefully by the water, like an out-of-touch beauty. The gentle breeze and the gentlest bow make pedestrians intoxicated and blush. The most important thing is that I turned around and looked back, so I fell in love with talented people and lost my romantic feelings. From then on, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a beautiful river, envied the immortals on earth; A touch of tenderness makes love fall into the world of mortals.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is brewing an emotional story, nourishing immortal legends and deducing gentle romance. Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, do you vaguely see them all over the mountains for love and make a wish for love, become a butterfly? In misty rain, love is like water and poetry, whether it is dragonfly or butterfly. A river of spring water, flowing, still gentle; Yellow flowers all over the ground, piled up like mountains, are still layers of thoughts. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has soaked the heart of poetry and drunk the tenderness. Who is walking in the snow under the hedge moon? Nanshan Xichou, who writes poetry in Linqing Spring? On the water side, who is singing the lotus picking song and who is humming Shaxi? Calm down and chew slowly, savor carefully, poetic, drunk than wine, and love is as sweet as honey. From then on, I can't get rid of a kind of acacia, but I can't get rid of two kinds of emotional troubles.
Looking back, the smoke is drifting away, but my heart is still in Jiangnan and I don't want to go home. Nowhere, I stole some tenderness from Jiangnan, cut some breeze from Jiangnan, caught some drizzle from Jiangnan, hid it in my dream, buried it in my heart, quietly brewed it into an intoxicating daughter red, and never woke up.
Appreciation of the beautiful prose in Jiangnan: the man, the umbrella, the rain in Jiangnan, the half city in Jiangnan and the half city in smoke.
There is no doubt that I like Jiangnan, the Jiangnan I have been infatuated with for a long time, the water town I have been infatuated with for a long time, and Wuzhen with an ancient charm.
? Pavilions and waterside pavilions, wooden pavilions and painted buildings, cloisters and alleys, blue bone paper umbrellas, pear blossoms, moonlit bridges, drizzle, floating paddles, gurgling Wupeng boats, winding water? When it comes to Jiangnan, there will be countless associations.
A dashing son wearing a plain white robe or a blue shirt danced on the stone bridge, and a gentle woman put on a flowing cheongsam or soft satin, rolled up her long hair like a waterfall, walked leisurely with an oil-paper umbrella and merged into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It's late spring, and in March in the south of the Yangtze River, flowers are everywhere. White, pink, light and dark. Petals drifted with the wind, and a thin layer fell on the bluestone board, on the son's skirt and on the woman's paper umbrella.
The alleys paved with bluestone slabs are quiet and cool. People who like cleanliness are reluctant to leave as soon as they enter the door. A few ancient wooden chairs and a stone table can play a game of chess. Whether it is an arty and modest gentleman, a clever and witty Jiangnan girl, or an old man with gray hair, playing chess hand in hand has a Jiangnan flavor and a different elegance. Several cups of water mist with faint fragrance spread out in this quiet alley. Open it into an ancient rhyme ink painting.
Flower shadow embroidered building, through the old sandalwood window, the gorgeous sunset glow dyed the girl's cheeks red, everyone was a stunning beauty or a small jasper, holding the splendid scenery lightly, and the embroidery needle danced up and down. Snowflakes beyond the Great Wall can't open the mind of Jiangnan, and elegant blue and white porcelain is not as delicate as embroidery needles several times.
Under the bridge, the clear water trickles, on both sides of the stone bridge, willow leaves hang down, green water people, white walls and blue tiles. Under the eaves, the soft voice of the old lady Wu Nong, with this flowing water, has become the endless charm of Jiangnan. Several women were carrying wooden pots and chopping boards, and the ancient sound of smashing clothes touched the softness of many wanderers.
Several strings of lanterns were reflected in the water at two corners of the eaves. The breeze stepped over the water, rippling, and the reflection in the water swayed. Wu Peng, the old man on the boat, was rowing against the wind and got married for the first time in a thousand years. Simple fishermen cast nets and sang melodious love songs.
Who came from the broken bridge in Ada and met her at the broken bridge? How many lovers' hearts were wet with misty rain?
This is the flying blue and green Jiangnan written by pen writers, and this is the Jiangnan blooming on rice paper.
I began to write about you, this black rafter and blue tile ancient paper window, this flowing bridge pavilion, this misty and rainy building and stage singing, and this, don't compare Qionghua with light makeup.
You walked by, caught a glimpse and disturbed a pool of still water.
I was still singing on the stage, and my sleeves were empty, spilling the desolation all over the floor.
Ear seems to hear a familiar voice floating in the distance:
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River and looked like a lotus in the season.
If the spring breeze doesn't come, the catkins in March won't fly.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The voice is silent, and the spring in March is not revealed.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My hooves were a beautiful mistake.
I'm not returning home, I'm a passer-by.
Appreciation of the Beautiful Prose in the South of the Yangtze River Part III: Misty and rainy dreams In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, faint rhyme will always appear, but the mountain will not be exposed. This kind of Jiangnan is beautiful, showing tenderness everywhere. More beautiful is Jiangnan in the misty rain dream, and the fingertips are freehand.
The breeze is floating and the drizzle is far away. A wisp of breeze wanders all his life, and a wisp of misty rain shakes down all his life. Listening to the rain at night, misty rain dreams of Jiangnan.
Winter snow in Saibei, spring flowers in Jiangnan. How can people not dawdle? The most difficult thing is to have a rest. Filar silk Jiang Nanyu, drop pear tears?
There are two most common images of Jiangnan in the eyes of the world: one is the rich and prosperous Jiangnan, the land of fish and rice; Second, the drizzle is like silk, and there is misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan has been the favorite place for most poets since ancient times. It contains the beautiful scenery only in their dreams and carries the infinite feelings in their hearts. Therefore, Jiangnan has always been engraved with faint ink charm, misty rain like a dream. Because of this, Jiangnan has a very special significance in the eyes of literati.
Flowers bloom and fall sometimes, but the rain falls mercilessly and unintentionally. The rain is ruthless and chaotic, and a misty rain dreams of Jiangnan.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is not a distant dream, but it is incomparable in reality. To some extent, the beauty of Jiangnan lies not in the picturesque reality, but in the hazy artistic conception of misty rain and heavy rhyme in Jiangnan. At a deeper level, the scenery in Jiangnan is really beautiful, such as? At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue? Real beauty. But what is more beautiful? Spring water is brighter than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain? Just as carefree and beautiful. Misty rain dreams of Jiangnan, not for anything else, but for the most beautiful charm of Jiangnan in my heart. Because, the most beautiful thing is not to envy the human poetry and painting in Jiangnan, but to melt the misty rain in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is a place where literature and ink are elegant and passers-by linger. Mist and rain put literati passers-by in the most beautiful artistic conception of Jiangnan, isolated from the colorful and worldly Jiangnan. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River alone in my dream is the most beautiful.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has never stopped for generations, and it is precisely because of this that endless beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River has been formed. However, for literati passers-by, it is not enough. So they carved the most beautiful misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in their memory. Even if they are far away in the south of the Yangtze River, they can listen to the rain in the night rain and dream of the south of the Yangtze River in the misty rain.
Jiangnan is beautiful because of misty rain, and misty rain Jiangnan is interesting because of literati. This is the beauty of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is the beautiful traceless ink rhyme in the south of the Yangtze River.
The most beautiful misty rain in Jiangnan is willing to ruin my life for the misty rain in Jiangnan, in order to leave the misty rain in Jiangnan in my dream.