As soon as the beginning of spring passes, spring is full of joy. I have no sleep tonight, stepping on the bluestone slabs, walking through the twists and turns of the path, and stepping into the realm of clouds and rain, while my thoughts are dancing. Stand by the river, hold an oil-paper umbrella, listen to the patter of rain, stretch out your hand to touch the gentle wind, watch the river swallow up the rain, wrap around the wind, and get drunk in this quiet night. If time stopped abruptly at this moment, I would be satisfied. It would be a worthwhile trip to linger in the south of the Yangtze River despite the wind and rain!
Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, the breath of spring hits our faces with lightning speed. I straightened my clothes. If I couldn't hug it, I would be satisfied if it touched me lightly. It would also comfort my long-admired heart. Even with that trace of breath passing by, I was instantly intoxicated by this gentle countryside.
Apricot blossoms, spring rain, Jiangnan. A beautiful feast and a picturesque season happened to me unexpectedly and no one knew about it. I seemed to see the shepherd boy pointing at the wine flag, as if I was playing chess pieces and listening to the sound of rain, as if I saw the soft rain and the lush vegetation. The wind swirled from every corner, suddenly cutting off my thoughts. The drizzle is falling, gently caressing the city, and beating the land bit by bit. It seems like a dream, but also true, an illusion, a false one, and a real one. It seems far, near, but drunk. On this night, I appreciate the charm of spring, my heart is crazy and happy, I can't bear to leave, I don't want to leave, I dance, crazy for spring...
Spring in Jiangnan, no matter it is "Standing in a dangerous building, the breeze is blowing" or "The rain is gurgling outside the curtains, the spring is fading", or "The misty rain in the river, the wind in the city, and the yellow plums in the rain" are all intoxicating scenery. Even if there is a bit of heroism, how can we not pity the sadness and beauty of Jiangnan? I'm afraid if there were a few more people like Sister Lin, they would cry all their blood and tears in this delicate Jiangnan! Even if your piano skills are extremely superb, I'm afraid it can't stand up to the drizzle and the cacophony of playing! With a sigh, the spring breeze and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River vividly performed a song of spring and snow.
I wanted to go back by boat, but I was afraid I would miss the continuous spring rain. After waiting for October and August, I could no longer bear the urgency in my heart. Smoked willows paint the bridge, the wind curtains are green, the lakes overlap, and the sand gulls gather together, singing up and down. With such a scene, literati, poets, porters on the trade routes, and tourists visiting the mountains all came to see what a regret this life has to offer!
There is no intention of enjoying the spring intoxication. Perhaps only the spring breeze and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River have this magic power. This magical power urged Wei Zhuang to incorporate it into the Song Dynasty poetry, so he got the scenery and sentiment of "spring water is green in the fields, painting boats and listening to the rain sleeping", which means endless nostalgia. This magical power prompted Yu Ji to hand it over to Yuan Qu, thus creating the astonishing "apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River".
In this situation, reciting poems, composing poems, drinking wine, tasting tea, and playing chess bring the atmosphere to its extreme and reach the climax. In this situation, if you don't want to get drunk on the madness, how can you give up? Li Keran owned the spring breeze and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the old case and new inkstone turned into "Mist and Rain on the Tower". Tang Chunhua fell in love with the spring breeze and drizzle, and started writing "Misty Rain and Peach Blossom Stream". In front of my eyes, a picture, a poem, a piece of music appeared, so I was infected with lovesickness and fell in love with the spring scenery...
The rain does not pour, the wind does not blow, it is just right, only this Only misty rain can guess my heart according to the season. It's late at night, it's still raining, people are sleeping, and the wind is gentle. In the city with gentle breeze and drizzle, at this time, there is an indescribable leisurely state. I am reluctant to leave, and spring is reluctant to return, so we just stayed in a stalemate and looked at each other.
I still hold the oil-paper umbrella and look at the misty rain on the river...