Open your eyes and see the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
Charming white walls with gray tiles adorn attractive ink paintings.
People travel in the world of painting. ...
Clear water is long, and the breeze blows willows. I don't know how much wind and rain this ancient stone bridge has experienced.
Look up at the blue sky and count the minutes.
Mossy stone walls are full of stories about the sun, the moon, spring and autumn.
The round reflection in the water is deep eyes,
Staring at the sunset in the world of mortals,
Recorded the vicissitudes of love and hate.
Walking up the stairs, on the bluestone board with historical luster,
How much laughter and sadness are carried?
That peeling railing,
I don't know how many lovers' daydreams and expectations I have relied on.
Look pale and listen to the geese.
I walked over and stroked the yellow clover hanging on the stone bridge.
The ancient bridge, the faint sound of insects and the reflection in the water interpret the floating clouds and flowing water of life.
The shadowy water waves calmed the bustling 3,000 material desires.
This tranquility is far away, and there is a trace of purity in the air.
Under the rendering of this ink landscape, that touch of green,
Such as vines, such as green willows, such as Qinghe.
Ignite the hope of life one by one
Time seems to be fixed in the frame of this beautiful picture.
People can't understand or explain it,
This breathtaking and intoxicating beauty.
Standing on the bridge, looking at the autumn sky.
If people look for heaven in Taohuaxi,
So the quiet and comfortable here can make you take off all your armor?
Listening to the melodious flute,
Taste a cup of picked new tea,
Look at a landscape and think about it secretly.
How comfortable it is to be in it.
The world of mortals, life and death are in a hurry,
Everything is empty, and life is the most rare encounter.
Reading Tang Poetry and Qiao Feng's Nightmare in a drunken dream,
When the moon sets, their jobs also dispel the sadness and melancholy and slip away with the waves.
The refreshing wind gently stirred the ancient elegance,
Will be written all over the sky, scattered all over the floor, decorated the footprints at the foot.
Perhaps, as time passes through time and space, pages of history are gradually buried by dust.
Years have combed the lines of poetry, which I have said a thousand times.
Revived the charm of a season and precipitated the mood.
However, the ancient stone bridge still bears witness to this shore and the other shore, to the past, present and future.
Only, a quiet life, let go of life.