The misty rain locks the green pavilion, the knocker provokes the patina, a song of high mountains and flowing water, the harp and the sound, soothing dreams and drinking Shu Yulun lightly, the tea is full of fragrance, and the interest is high, and a piece of ice heart is always concerned, which is suitable for both east and west compartments. Jiangnan, bearing magnificent dreams, also soothes the sadness of the soul. In the misty rain of many terraces, I am full of ink and pen, and I can't describe the drizzle and lemon in the south of the Yangtze River. How many poems can't describe the misty clouds in the south of the Yangtze River.
Qingshiban Street, an ordinary alley, looks for a curtain of dreams, disturbing moss, green rock peaks and green drops, making the mind more charming, happy, soothing and surging.
Lotus leaf field, trailing, looking for clouds and water, disturbing the lotus, clear water and bright heart, I like Rosa, shallow, rippling and gentle.
Gusu family, Wu Nong soft language. Tea restaurant, flag-waving hunting, walking in the south of the Yangtze River, like a man in a painting and a fairy in a dream.
She is like an ancient picture scroll. Once the veins are stretched and the fragrance strikes, the eyes are dark and meaningful. Like a delicate porcelain, exquisite and elegant. Like an altar of sandalwood, the heart is fragrant, and there is as much Zen as there is tenderness. She is like a classical beauty, light and gentle, elegant and wonderful.
Every season of flowers, gentle eyes.
Jiangnan, or fresh, or heart-to-heart, listening to your rippling voice, there are some green love words, dotted with the silk ears of dreams, the silk rain of love.
Bounce off the green leaves of the pavilion.
Jiangnan, which has been hidden for a long time, is shallow and light, and sleeps lightly.
The heart is deep, the arms and wrists are cool, the moon is in the sky, and the water is clear. Past lives, reincarnation of the soul, beside the Sansheng stone, drizzling in the south of the Yangtze River.
Poetic and picturesque, the heart is full of fragrance. With a faint fragrance of flowers, I feel ashamed
Slightly blue, smoky, slightly sweet.
Dan Qingyin, dream-chasing order, fishing and smoking, whistling.
Clear water and blue sky, waves converge.
Clouds and clouds, surrounded by blue sky.
Heart lotus is a dream, and Xiaoxiang is a dream.
Knowing the life of dust, the song of clouds and smoke. Looking back frequently, I have a graceful demeanour and Yingying has gathered in the water room. It's late for meditation, and Jiayuan is slowly returning. Follow the fate, follow your heart, hoe the fields with your heart without flowers and wine, and have feelings and dreams. How can we please both sides in the world? Do not live up to Jiangnan, do not live up to Iraq.
Picturesque Jiangnan, although sometimes bleak and tactfully, is still romantic and sweet. I have an appointment with Jiangnan, a affectionate teenager, a white horse and Rosa. Whether it is fettered or attached, whether it is sad or intoxicated, Jiangnan is still holding an elegant and plain ice crystal, fragrant and fragrant, whether you are an affectionate poet or an affectionate sword.
Falling red and flowing streams, bluebirds are green. Qixia Yunju, Dongting rhythm.
If life is like the first time. How good you are, courtship, commitment, courtship, mind, gentleness, quiet years and peace of mind. If you are well, it will be sunny.
Think of the time when I was a child practicing calligraphy and playing, Four Treasures of the Study, pen and ink, heroic ink, that year, that time, the fragrance was flowing, the rhyme was melodious, drifting away, hidden in a beautiful and colorful imagination, which made people daydream.
Xinghai picks up shells and the moon melts the screen window. Side by side, the dream is endless.
Misty rain blurred, willow painted a small bridge, rippling on the river with a sad mist, and a spring water flowed eastward. I can't get this feeling out for a long time, and I can't remember the past. I didn't know until I came and left that the person who has been chilling has been looking for Fang Ting for thousands of times, and that person may be in the dim light. Affectionate and soft blue, tears ringing, broken dreams, fine eyebrows and shallow eyes.
Some things should be returned to the heart, cherished, cherished, recalled and turned into beautiful thoughts. After a long time, no one mentioned them again. After a long time, I have a sense of the picture, whether it is gray, retro or gorgeous, it is beautiful. I made a movie and put it on frame by frame. Nothing has gone far, just like when I was young, I smiled and you were too ashamed to speak. Don't have a charm Life and soul have been changing their postures for a long time in the journey of life, but they have never gone far. Just like that summer, an encounter, or a dreamlike drift, it was so romantic and beautiful. Looking back, I feel ashamed, just like the joy in your eyes, you in my eyes. Jiangnan will always be as sweet and warm as first love.
I forgot my name, my pain and the world. I'm sure it took me generations to stop here and become an old stone. Finally, I am no longer tired and sad. I put away my wings and wait for you to come back and take me away forever.