With a gentle swing, the awning boat ripples leisurely in the water. The blue calico hanging on the bamboo pole on the shore is soft and elegant, and the continuous blue and white lines flow in it. Or meet the driving mother who came back from picking lotus, and there are still a few strands of lotus root fragrance at her fingertips. Fishermen peddling on the Liudi River are carrying fresh crucian carp, melon seeds and crystal yellow snails, and their melodious voices are like melodious fishing songs, which are full of homesickness unique to the south of the Yangtze River.
Longjing in the teapot flowed out, and the misty fog condensed into water droplets and hung on the window. The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is always like a bag of water. I don't know when it will rain. Jiangnan under the oil-paper umbrella is shrouded in a different kind of exquisiteness. There is a wind and a rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and Yang Liufei makes an origami boat.
I love "everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and wanderers only enter Jiangnan to be old." Continue to wander in the lonely rain lane, hold up the oil-paper umbrella and listen to the singing of the rain. The moss-covered path is full of rain, and time passes slowly in the rain. The faster it rains, the bigger the waves in the lake. The chessboard on the stone table in the pavilion in the middle of the lake is cold, and the fingertips are still cold after a game of chess. In the water curtain all over the sky, only the sound of rain can be heard, and the lotus leaves in the lake are in chaos. I can't help but think of the sentence "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain".
The rain stopped, and the boat sailed quietly, with a distant shadow in the small ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. I pushed open some old wooden windows upstairs, and the sunshine filled this quiet afternoon.