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You are in an ancient city, with green walls, black tiles, brown bricks, pale window screens, and several retro birdcages. Listen, does the crisp sound of the birds take you back to the past? I think it will
It is as light as a dream in the south of the Yangtze River. Before we know it, we return to a place where time remains the same and the story remains the same. The time in the old city is carved in the story of the Wheel of Life.
The road in the alley is winding and convex, with layers of tiles overlapping and interlacing, glowing with indigo fluorescence. Villages with green walls and black tiles flicker in and out among the green bamboos, and the smoke from cooking slowly rises.
Slowly disappearing, the tiles sparkle in the sunlight. Of course, this is also an ancient road that everyone has walked, an ancient road that everyone walks with dreams and smiles. The gentle woman quietly steps on
Bricks and tiles, stacked together, move lightly along the ancient road. This is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. It is graceful, blooming as promised, lingering among the green walls. The woman smiles gracefully, just like the lilac flower.
As a result, the alley became more elegant and calm. There was even a wisp of fragrance passing through the air, brought by that woman, pure and flawless. In this way, the alleys of Jiangnan were filled with layers of rich fragrance.
The loop, under the pure sky, was classical. Afterwards, the consistent alley became more and more warm in the morning light. The sunlight poured down on the alley, just where everyone can feel it, right up to the heart. Gradually, brilliant
If the Jiangnan charm of a tender woman permeates the entire alley, lightly sprinkle it, search for it, and find no trace of impetuousness, covering up the sadness of the floating world. The charm is antique red, deep with brown, brown with pink, and pink with a hint of pink.
With some longing and ignorance, the lilac petals are scattered like water. I have a special liking for them in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I am anxious to feel the bathing of the river and the peace of the shop, but I can't bear to leave them. I can't bear to leave Rumeng.
in the air.
At this moment, the children were holding marshmallows in their hands, with endless sweetness on their faces, breaking into the slanting light. The awning boat docked on the side of the shore, awake with affection. The rope broke away from the tracker's hand and wrapped around it.
On the wooden pile, the boat is made of bamboo slices and bamboo silk into a semicircle, with a bamboo fence in the middle, and painted with tung oil and black paint. The black-topped boat is the black elf in the south of the Yangtze River. The boatman is still on the extremely narrow edge of the boat.
A plate of fennel beans and other side dishes, holding a small wine flask in the right hand, sipping wine and chewing an fennel bean, leisurely and contentedly. The children jumped to look at the boat, which was leisurely swinging on the river. It tilted downward from the sky.
At a 45° angle, the children's smiles were as sweet and light as dandelions. The woman in the alley spread the fragrance all the way until the children jumped into the alley and brought a little bit of naughtiness with them. Then, it started to be unusual.
In this Jiangnan, there are a few small fish, a few weeping willows, a small boat, a few clusters of reeds, a small bridge, a patch of green bamboo, a few ducks and geese, there are villages, there are curling smoke from cooking, there are Wu Nong's soft words, and there is uncontested tranquility.
.This summer is gentler than other places. One summer, one city, one world, one
The flowers are enchanting around me; this season's Jiangnan is more elegant than before. One water, one boat, one woman, one fragrance are all in my memory. It still has the ancient flavor and warmth.
Whose daughter is red, clear, fragrant, mellow, soft, soft, refreshing, and fragrant, and the fragrance becomes more intense as time goes by. If the bows of the ship meet, the folk song of that family will be heard, mixed with the children's songs
Ballads.
Afterwards, a light rain began to fall in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. It was like a dream, and the raindrops were clear. Different from other places, it was exquisite and elegant, just in the shy period of the child. It slowly passed by the sky, the eaves and the town. However, it
But he didn't jump into the river, he just calmed down, walked the ballet route, and dived into the river safely. It carried a little fragrance, the same color as lavender and purple sweet potato. The soil in the rain had a delicate fragrance, mixed with a feeling of moisture,
It is refreshing. A few drops of drizzle, a few traces of confusion, a few birdsong, a few sounds of sadness, and a gentle breeze, only blowing the banners on the corrugated roofs of each house and caressing the eyes. The guests are seated one after another, and the smell of wine is fragrant again. Although it is raining
It has been raining, but this place in Jiangnan is peaceful and quiet, especially in the afternoon, the time is quiet.
One meter of sunshine pours on the white walls and black tiles, and the gesture reflected in the river is extremely gentle. At this time, the alley gradually fades away, replaced by the naughty children and the gentle whisper of the sky. Some farmers are taking a nap,
Some are chatting about home affairs, while others are brewing daughter's red wine and preparing for the opening of the inn tomorrow. Everyone's movements are extremely elegant, completing each task carefully, and the awning boat in front of the window is ready to set off at any time. Every family
When women are tired, they look up at the quiet time. The sunshine in the south is not as strong as in the north, which makes people unable to open their eyes. In the south of the Yangtze River, the sunshine gives people a warm feeling. Although the sun at noon is stronger than that in the morning
, but there is still no impetuousness at all, it just seems that Jiangnan is more peaceful and warm.
Compared with Wuzhen, there is no desolation in autumn. As Chi Zijian said: "No matter how south the Yangtze River is, Wuzhen is still full of autumn." I am a northern girl, and my temperament also reveals a pure northern atmosphere, but I
But I even want to be a southern woman, imbued with a touch of tenderness, a kind of emotion that is not found in the yellow earth. In particular, there is a woman from the Jiangnan water town whose first dream is like a flower, so sweet and charming that it is unique. To be a southern woman, there is strength in the weakness.
Or maybe, it's just a dream.
When I woke up from the dream, it was already evening.
The night is deep again, and Jiangnan is sleeping. At this time, the alleys are sleeping, the awning boats are sleeping, the small bridges are sleeping, and the farmers are sleeping. Only the romance of Jiangnan is still there.
The evening breeze caressed the village, and the green bamboos rustled. Qin Shaoyou said in "Treading on the Shasha": "The open-air terrace, return to Mijin Ferry." The smoke rises again, and together with the twilight, slowly covers the sunset, submerges the terrace, and welcomes the moonlight.
How many literati were intoxicated. The window lattice in front of the shop was hung with fiery red lanterns, which reflected everyone's face. The light shone on the river, and the moon's reflection became brighter and brighter, shining like a dressing mirror;
Like the dazzling hairpins on women's hair; like the ice sculptures carved by Northeastern men?6?7?6?7The night in Jiangnan is lively, with the chattering sounds of vendors, the warm and soft singing of Jiangnan people, and the friendly slowness.
The sound of wind. The night in Jiangnan is also quiet, with the bright moon in the sky, and everything around the countryside is so quiet. The lonely street lamp stands not far away, silently accepting the baptism of moonlight.
What a poetic ancient city, what an unparalleled tenderness in the south of the Yangtze River. The stories in the alleys play with time. Eighty-three years ago, I met a dream.
You are in an ancient city, with green walls, black tiles, brown bricks, pale window screens, and several retro birdcages. Listen, does the crisp sound of the birds take you back to the past? I think it will
It is as light as a dream in the south of the Yangtze River. Before we know it, we return to a place where time remains the same and the story remains the same. The time in the old city is carved in the story of the Wheel of Life.
The road in the alley is winding and convex, with layers of tiles overlapping and interlacing, glowing with indigo fluorescence. Villages with green walls and black tiles flicker in and out among the green bamboos, and the smoke from cooking slowly rises.
Slowly disappearing, the tiles sparkle in the sunlight. Of course, this is also an ancient road that everyone has walked, an ancient road that everyone walks with dreams and smiles. The gentle woman quietly steps on
Bricks and tiles, stacked together, move lightly along the ancient road. This is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. It is graceful, blooming as promised, lingering among the green walls. The woman smiles gracefully, just like the lilac flower.
As a result, the alley became more elegant and calm. There was even a wisp of fragrance passing through the air, brought by that woman, pure and flawless. In this way, the alleys of Jiangnan were filled with layers of rich fragrance.
The loop, under the pure sky, was classical. Afterwards, the consistent alley became more and more warm in the morning light. The sunlight poured down on the alley, just where everyone can feel it, right up to the heart. Gradually, brilliant
If the Jiangnan charm of a tender woman permeates the entire alley, lightly sprinkle it, search for it, and find no trace of impetuousness, covering up the sadness of the floating world. The charm is antique red, deep with brown, brown with pink, and pink with a hint of pink.
With some longing and ignorance, the lilac petals are scattered like water. I have a special liking for them in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I am anxious to feel the bathing of the river and the peace of the shop, but I can't bear to leave them. I can't bear to leave Rumeng.
In the air, it is smooth and reflective just after returning to the rear.
At this moment, the children were holding marshmallows in their hands, with endless sweetness on their faces, breaking into the slanting light. The awning boat docked on the side of the shore, awake with affection. The rope broke away from the tracker's hand and wrapped around it.
On the wooden pile, the boat is made of bamboo slices and bamboo silk into a semicircle, with a bamboo fence in the middle, and painted with tung oil and black paint. The black-topped boat is the black elf in the south of the Yangtze River. The boatman is still on the extremely narrow edge of the boat.
A plate of fennel beans and other side dishes, holding a small wine flask in the right hand, sipping wine and chewing an fennel bean, leisurely and contentedly. The children jumped to look at the boat, which was leisurely swinging on the river. It tilted downward from the sky.
At a 45° angle, the children's smiles were as sweet and light as dandelions. The woman in the alley spread the fragrance all the way until the children jumped into the alley and brought a little bit of naughtiness with them. Then, it started to be unusual.
In this Jiangnan, there are a few small fish, a few weeping willows, a small boat, a few clusters of reeds, a small bridge, a patch of green bamboo, a few ducks and geese, there are villages, there are curling smoke from cooking, there are Wu Nong's soft words, and there is uncontested tranquility.