2, February can't bloom, this is the first few months after the ebb tide, your moon rises and falls, the room is empty, my palm is empty, the humid sunshine disappears in your body in the morning, put on your last clothes and put your hand on your abdomen (death or pregnancy).
3. The water in February, the eternal river rushes in the air, the air full of moisture tears the cobweb, and the laughter can't help but fall into the pupil in the corner, and the water has no intention of dying.
4, unable to spit out smoke rings, lit the sound, the future is far away, "Meili" has also fallen asleep, people who refuse to sail trudge in lightning, and the lavender halo spans the moment and eternity.
Waiting for those swallows to fly from the south, watching the spring rain in April flow down the eaves, and watching a child fall asleep at dusk in the misty south of the Yangtze River. At that time, I took an umbrella from the West Lake, and you drifted south and east by ferry. In your dream, the distant north country made you no longer envy Jiangnan.
6. Look at the graceful figure of the girl in Jiangnan, dreaming. I will go with you to find out who is the owner of the boat on the Yanbo River. Those girls and women, with eyebrows in the clouds of Ming and Qing dynasties, are wearing silk in Jinguancheng, which is slightly sad.
7. This is the Jiangnan of Bai Juyi, the Jiangnan of Su Dongpo, the Jiangnan of Dajiangdong, the Jiangnan of Li Qingzhao, and the Jiangnan of sorrow when it was warm and cold.
8. That was Jiangnan many years ago. Year after year, the wind blows from south to north and from north to south, which is very cold. It was shamelessly trampled by foreign footsteps. Many people died innocently in the war. It was the beautiful and desolate south of the Yangtze River made by a soldier who had left his hometown.
9. Yes-Jiangnan, which I dreamt of in the past, is now rebuilt after painful bloodshed and tears. Jiangnan, brought up by my parents with love, cultivation and hope, is an evergreen Jiangnan cultivated by a land and a person.
10, Jiangnan, riding a thin leaf, returning with the flowers that landed, returning with a scarlet on the black land.
It is the return of those wanderers to their hometown. If you like, I'll take you to see the scenery in Jiangnan.
165438+ What a vibrant Jiangnan it would be. Children in June never want to go to bed early and get up late. Their shadows go from village to village, from field to field.
12. Sometimes, I will sit in a fishing boat grazing cattle on the hillside, hug the weak body of my beloved pink girl, listen to all kinds of sounds of nature, play the flute and play the piano, and watch Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi pass by me very much in love.
13. Wait until July, when the crops in the field are ripe, pick up a handful of ears of rice. Look at those white geese and ducks. Men and women in Xiang Tiange are drinking white wine and calling for their wives and children at the dinner table at dusk. This is a family who began to enjoy life after a hard day, and his wife shuttled through fields, pastures, grain fields and markets in August and September.