From east to west
The distance of an old street
Experienced six thousand years of wind and rain.
Those long and short alleys
Like a flute.
Playing Jiangnan, pregnant with wuyue
Turn around and get the oiled paper umbrella.
Look back at a little matchmaker
Let how many literati teenagers linger?
I stood by the stone fence of the bridge.
Watch the cruise ship in Wu Peng.
I want to change a space.
No more haste.
No more trials and hardships
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I am a knight with a bronze sword on my back.
Shawl bow Raymond
Red lanterns on both sides of the canal
Floating out of Du Shiniang's sadness.
I really want to get on the boat and save America.
Defend this obsession. Love.
Wuzhen is not black, but a blue and white headscarf.
This is a Millennium water town.
I'm sitting on the ferry in front.
Soak a pot of Chrysanthemum morifolium and taste the moist Jiangnan.
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Venice in the East
Raise the bridge and drink to the world.
Drunk east and west
This town is famous for Mao Dun.
From Spring Silkworm to Linjiabao
A thin pen wrote down all the vicissitudes.
I was ambivalent in Mao Dun's yard.
Away from the noise of the world
Join the WTO or be born
Sitting in this ancient dream
I want to use Alipay
Go and buy an old street
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Standing on the shoulders of Jiangnan
Shout out "Wuzhen"
Wuzhen is coming, passing through Dongzha and Tashi.
Abdomen from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai
Misty rain from Taihu Lake
You are wearing a cheongsam, and a pair of ink paintings makes you dizzy.
I know you are an affectionate woman.
Let me do it. I don't want to leave.
I want to come back when I leave, so that I can stay forever.
I carry the promise of my life.
Climbing mountains and wading to see you
It is to complete a long-term lovesickness.
Yangchun goes to Jiangnan in March.
Good. I don't want to leave.
Because there is tenderness everywhere.
Ritual like a dream is not in the poem.
This is not in my imagination.
But in your charming arms