Walking on the streets of Wuzhen
For everyone who likes mountains and rivers.
Jiangnan is a dream.
Gardens, alleys, courtyards, covered boats, mountains and rivers, and tidbits.
It hides the most oriental delicacies.
I will miss you when I miss you.
A man as elegant as meeting Jiangnan.
Wu Peng's boat rocked in the spring.
An oil-paper umbrella sees the misty rain in Jiangnan again
Xia Zi fainted around the river bank.
Swallows skimmed over Qingshi Lane.
Yanyu Jiangnan
The lingering of poetry and painting
Yanyu Jiangnan
Tell the past
In the dim moonlight
Have you seen the man who misses you very much?
Yes, I see.
As real as fantasy
It seems that everything is integrated into the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
I have been crazy for a long time.
I'm hallucinating before my eyes
The dim moonlight faded away.
But more homesick
Who painted you as a blue and white flower handed down from generation to generation?
Shallow and shy as misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
The ferry of the world of mortals
Sigh past lives, settle this life.
Ten miles of tenderness to see the spring breeze.
At this moment, I am in Jiangnan.
Meet yourself.
Look for the place you've been waiting for in your heart.
Gu Xiang Yu di Qing Shi
Smoke billowed from the kitchen stove.
The echo of the empty years
One person, one umbrella and one heart.
A flower, a grass and a dust.
Sky blue and other misty rain
Jiangnan, I am waiting for you.
Make you gentle all your life.