The wind is light and the rain is fine, the rain is dancing, the flowers are blooming, the dew is touching the leaves, the willow leaves are brushing the water, a ridge of tea mountains is reflected in the white clouds and green water, a group of fish swim across the green water river, a misty rain gushes, and the green rhyme is scattered in the smoke waves. Julia's boat roams on the misty river. Green duckweeds spread all over the pond, and lotus leaves are dancing. The stretched lotus leaves come from the pavilion in the middle of the river. The village full of green trees intoxicated my heart. Time is like a white pony wrapped around my fingertips. In May, the rain bank swelled and flowed through the countryside, the fence was full of shade, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the hookah was green, the willow waves were singing, the stream was cheerful and love flowed into the green stranger in summer. The misty rain flying all over the sky is so enchanting, so kind and gentle, nourishing my heart and the smoke in my dream.
The weather in Wei Xia is hot, but the years are quiet. The wind slowly dispersed the falling flower rain and dispersed the red dust of the Millennium misty rain. It's quiet today, flowers and leaves are moving, and the rain is light. In May, gardenias in the south of the Yangtze River bloomed, and charming flowers glided across green strangers, across villages as light as spring fog, and across the misty ponds. The rain is long and the petals dance, and the flowers are misty and rainy. I like to walk alone in the misty depths, enjoy all the way, listen to the wind shaking bamboo crisp in warm fog, listen to the birds and flowers, listen to the fragrance of gardenia jasmine in the city, and listen to the soft words of Wu Nong in the secluded lanes in the south of the Yangtze River. Love children, short parents. Carved dragons and phoenixes on the eaves, antique fences, rockery fish ponds and quiet gardens with winding water.
May is misty and rainy with poems, May is full of green trees in the south of the Yangtze River, and May is full of green tea mountains. The fragrance of tea is refreshing, the drizzle is beating the green leaves, and the ethereal green is crazy for thousands of families in the ancient Jiangnan. In the breeze, I only heard the small bridge flowing through thousands of households and the lotus pond in my hometown. The green petals of Alan Yu fell everywhere and were instantly covered with green slates. In the misty rain, the girl's figure was covered. The wind in May and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River are gentle and romantic, touching your beautiful green leaves and lush countryside emotionally. The breeze leisurely crosses the Qiao Feng Bridge and caresses your delicate face. The girl stood on the stone bridge, bathed in flowers, and curled up into a graceful Jiangnan beauty. She is shy, singing and playing the piano.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River passes through the branches of the years, swaying vines, passing through streams in my hometown, passing through ponds, and leaving fragrance everywhere. Green trees flooded the cage and there were green leaves everywhere. A canoe roams, and lotus leaves dance all over the pond. The riverbank is lush and fruity, and the fish under the riverbank are watery and the water is cheerful, which fascinates my poetry and painting. In the twilight, the woman came from the misty rain, bathed in dew and wrote a poem. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River passes through the flower language in May, guessing the girl's mind and sentimental you; A river of spring water flows into the green stranger in summer, and a flower rain and a tea fragrance; The greenery of a city is surrounded by a breeze; So fresh and enchanting, so clear, so beautiful and moving, in the misty rain, the feelings of May were gently released, and that touch of floral fragrance gently passed through the gallery in shallow summer and floated across the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I was in a good mood.
The breeze blows across the foggy south of the Yangtze River, with misty rain and clear water flowing. In the fragrant flowers, I walked through the misty rain stained with ink, listening to flowers and leaves talking about love, playing and singing in the breeze, sitting still, sipping tea and homesickness, thinking quietly and slowly, watching the poetic rhyme of mountain springs dancing, listening to the sound of misty rain dancing, raindrops beating on green leaves, not far away, houses, boats, bridges and flowing water, lotus leaves dancing and flowing water. I saw the girl in my pen humming leisurely in the stream and mist, so charming, so beautiful and so poetic. The stories of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in May have been haunting me for thousands of years, bothering Gu Xiang and villages and towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The stories of misty rain have also changed, such as the broken bridge of the West Lake, the remnant snow in Su Causeway, fish watching, the wind and the lotus of Qu Yuan, and misty rain.