The so-called Jiangnan is only the refuge of dreams in the depths of the night.
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Painting boats listening to the rain, apricot flowers in the deep streets and the moonlight on the twenty-fourth bridge over the years may just be distant memories, three points Entering the painting, it becomes feathered into seven points.
The sky is clear and cloudy, crossing the boat in the wild, waiting for fate under the western tomb, and drunkenly making an inkstone with the scent of plum and light ink, half condensed and half-condensed. half lost.
Forgetting the long years, forgetting the fate of life and death, in the mist and rain of the world, I only wish to spend a night of peace, sail the nine bends, watch the sunrise sun and the river. flowers, spring is blue and my heart is free from dust, with a clear mind.
There are no tears on Xiaoxia bamboong, no words about Sansheng Stone, the dream is broken by the mist and rain south of the Yangtze River, but the spell is as shallow as water.
Entering Jiangnan for the second time, the scenery remains the same as before. The water of the West Lake is blue, the night in Suzhou is cool, the green willows on the road, the flowers flying in the dust, the maple peach fire of the river, the whisper of swallows, just look back and they become smoke and clouds, passing through the years, and mingling with the thin wind between the fingers, I know it's gone, but I can't help it.
Sometimes the annihilation of destiny is also the beginning of destiny. Sometimes giving up can inadvertently lead to immortality.
Just like embroidering the south of the Yangtze River, it is just like that, stored in the heart and engraved in the memory
The best is like water, grace is like water, the gentle ripplesOns and shadows cannot create a trace of hindrance for people. Concern, but it has become a permanent persistence in the hearts of passers-by. If love is like this water, then I also want to be like water, drifting with the waves for thousands of miles, silently, accompanying you drunk and laughing, but quietly following the scenery outside me, entering in my eyes when I should and fall. silent when I should be silent.
The sea will never dry up, the rocks will never rot, the sky will never be barren and the earth will never age. The company in the mist and rain south of the Yangtze River has the sole purpose of never leaving for the rest of my life.
That's what I hear, that's what I want.
The remaining snow on the broken bridge, the windy lotuses in the courtyard, the three pools under the moon, the Su Di in the middle of spring, searching, searching, everything is just a blurred memory ,in the morning the morning breeze is misty in the eyes.
At an altitude of nine thousand meters, it suddenly became clear, and some knots in my heart suddenly became clear. It's like the breeze that blows on the West Lake in June.
The dream is buried in the mist and rain of Jiangnan, wake up, wake up
Who knows the scenery of Jiangnan in my heart?
---- I travel through the palace of memories of thousands of years ago,
Walking on ancient heritage, I come to you, just for the sake of
These memories from thousands of years ago The promise of future generations, may this life return to us the beauty we once surpassed...