Jiangnan’s beautiful and sad sentences

Beautiful and sad sentences from Jiangnan

Introduction: Walking on the vines of bluestone paths, I recall the Jiangnan of my childhood, which was also so elegant, with densely moored rivers on both sides. There are a few boatmen rowing the boat sparsely, waiting for tourists. They exude simple innocence and have the oldest quality in Jiangnan. The following are sad sentences to share with you!

1. In the evening, the sunset reflected the sky red, and I walked into the ancient street covered with rosy clouds. The rays of light disappear into the sky little by little, and the lanterns outside the shops on the ancient streets illuminate the night one by one. Before the night comes, the ancient streets in the evening show a psychedelic beauty in the blue sky. Behind the store are rivers. The lights seep out from the wooden windows and doors of each store, illuminating the night river. The softness reflected by it, mixed with the classical flavor, tells the story of Jiangnan, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

2. At this moment, I am sitting in the pavilion on the other side of the river. Suddenly, I felt that Jiangnan was a girl half hiding in the dark grid. Sandalwood slowly passes through the window, and the Jiangnan in front of you is like an ink painting with thick ink and light colors. On the round stone table, a cup of hot tea was steaming, mixed with the mist and rain, making it difficult to distinguish. Did that "girl" drink it? Sijunjun didn't know, but there was a hint of resentment in the curtain. Drops of red and pink tears splashed on the ink scroll, representing the tenderness of Jiangnan. The beautiful face on the temples, the glistening tears, and the lingering hatred are all in the south of the Yangtze River.

3. The lotus has a face and willows have eyebrows. She was born in an ordinary family in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. She has an honest father and a loving mother. She often wears a coarse green shirt sewn by her mother herself, holds a small boat, and goes to the middle of the lotus pond. Use her white hands to pick off the delicate lotus flowers. Her name is Mu Hibiscus, but people call her Lotus Picker Girl.

4. The houses in Jiangnan are always small double-story buildings. I got off the boat at a stone bridge and walked slowly up the bridge. The scenery of Jiangnan slowly unfolded in front of me. When I climbed to the top of the bridge, You can see the river in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many houses on both sides of the river. Looking at it, it is green and white, which seems to extend to the horizon. The tall willow trees block the sun, and the shadows reflected in the water are hazy like a dream.

5. Jiangnan is so gentle. Even the dazzling sunshine is so gentle here. She is like a gentle woman, elegant and fresh.

6. The quiet wind blows all over the south of the Yangtze River, the sadness of the dead vines and old trees and the dim crows, the remoteness of the small bridges and flowing water and the joy of the fields of lotus leaves. In these countless moments, Jiangnan has transformed into another world. A clean world, he summarized the outline of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, this sentimental paradise, has given birth to simple and kind-hearted human beings. Whether it is the life pattern of sunrise and sunset, or the hobbies of reciting poems, chess, calligraphy and painting; whether it is exquisite and beautiful, it is enjoyable to talk about. The food culture, the ingenious garden art, and the unique waterside cultural heritage are opening a window to the world, and the strong cultural atmosphere spreads all over the world.

7. Walking on the blue bricks and stones, I am eager to remember every detail of Jiangnan. Every plant and tree seems to have a calm temperament, and the road extends to an unknown place. , every fork in the road leads to a different Jiangnan.

8. Women created Jiangnan. In Jiangnan, women are not only gentle and affectionate, but also versatile. Embroidery and singing seem to be innate. In fact, what I love most is the poetry written by Jiangnan women. The poetic painting becomes a poem by itself, and the little poem written by the woman adds to the charm of Jiangnan. Women fill Jiangnan with a kind of smart beauty. If you stand in front of a window and quietly watch a woman combing her hair, you will find that time can pass so delicately; if you follow a Jiangnan woman through an ancient road, you will find that life is full of scenery. Only with women can Jiangnan be complete.

9. The bluestone path, the willows, the clear river, and the exquisite huts constitute the most romantic artistic conception of Zhouzhuang! There are many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the path, making this small The town is so harmonious and lively.

10. If the night scene in Zhouzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River is a gentle woman, then the night scene by the Fujiang River in Suining is a young man full of masculinity. If the night in Jiangnan performs pipa music for us, then the night in Fujiang is like a fierce gong and drum song!

11. Walking on the vines of bluestone paths, recalling your childhood Jiangnan is also as elegant as this. There are dense rows of boats moored on both sides of the river, and a few boatmen are sparsely rocking the boats, waiting for tourists. They exude simple innocence and possess the oldest quality of Jiangnan.

12. It is drizzling, covering the entire Jiangnan with water vapor, and adding mist and mystery to Jiangnan. Mixed with raindrops, I stepped into the gardens of Suzhou. These buildings that incorporate classical art are the best representatives of Jiangnan's indifference to the world, freshness and elegance. It does not have the domineering power of the Forbidden City. It is for people who have been wandering outside for a long time. The warmest home, elegant and exquisite, with wood carvings on railings, hollow flower windows, pavilions and pavilions, and the beauty of gardens are the best interpretation of Jiangnan.

13. I boarded a wooden boat and looked at the white and blue-brick houses on both sides of the bank. I felt like I was back to the carefree past. With endless expectations, I counted the boats in front of my house. Willows sway gently in the breeze, dotted gracefully in every corner of Jiangnan.

14. Minor tunes created Jiangnan. Perhaps there is not only a wet smell permeating the Jiangnan tiles, but also a greasy tune among the grasshoppers. Although she is tired, she is pleasant to listen to and refreshing. A land and a land nurture a people. People in Jiangnan are not born to sing Qin opera. Their melodious and ethereal singing is more like a dialogue with nature. There is no need to shout at the top of one's voice, just speak happily. Whether it is a boudoir woman, a bold fisherman, an old man selling oil-paper umbrellas, or a child learning to speak, minor tunes are their daily language, and songs are words, and words are songs. Only with minor tunes can we have a complete Jiangnan.

15. The red in front of me seems to be rippling in circles of red. This is the culture of Jiangnan people! A quiet city will at least be because there are still these red lives. It will not be buried or disappear. It is culture that structures Jiangnan, art that deepens Jiangnan, and emotions that perfect Jiangnan. Grandma said that paper-cutting requires patience, care and perseverance. The tranquility and elegance of Jiangnan are forged by the delicate emotions of Jiangnan people and are the crystallization of the accumulation of bits and pieces of culture over countless years. She has her own feelings, her own personality, and her own dreams that travel through the sky of the world.

16. My first impression of this small town in the south of the Yangtze River is that it is antique. On a rainy evening, the town looks like a beautiful girl walking in the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella.

17. In March in Jiangnan, it rains continuously. I don’t know when it started to drizzle again in the afternoon. I like to walk in this drizzle, letting my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of the soft rain. The freshness and lingering touch of drizzle make me feel natural, innocent and transparent. I like to lean alone in front of the window on such a drizzle day and watch the wind and rain. Xiaoxiao is like an elegant and elegant picture. Still hazy, thoughts flying.

18. The spring rain in Jiangnan is always so exciting and quiet. Falling secretly and silently in the night where no one is aware. Unknowingly, I have lived here for almost two years, but I still don't understand her temper. But one thing I am sure of is her charming posture and her most sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.

19. We are located near the island, looking at the sunny shore just a few feet away. At this moment, the mist and rain have covered a curtain of water, making people feel like they are on a small island in the Pacific, with endless views everywhere. silvery white.

20. The drizzle in early spring always carries a hazy enchantment, the smoke is lingering, like dreams and illusions, true and false, like the moon and flowers, and sometimes there are a few delicate fragrances in the air, leisurely. The nose is refreshing, making people feel relaxed and happy. A few touches of pink fall gently with the wind, and they are so beautiful.

21. This spring rain is unhurried and slow, alternating between sparse and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, lingering as elegant as the breeze, caressing and soaking the mountains and rivers? The sky is dim, and the rain and dew are like a singing and dancing girl. The leaves of flowers and plants dance, and when the sun comes out, the dewdrops turn into steam, and the light smoke rises to the sky like a fairy. The mountains are also beautiful, the water is abundant, and the people are more energetic.

22. In the hazy mist, beautiful past events are flying like lilac catkins, and what comes as promised is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like rolls of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It is still the season of drizzle. You and I met quietly from the two ends of life, at a certain midpoint, and then crossed paths again. Flowers bloom and fade, and the past is like smoke. There is still a fragrance deep in my heart, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

23. In the still night, the "rustling" spring rain awakened the earth: the grass greedily sucked the rain and dew and grew vigorously; the flowers swayed in the wind, budding and ready to bloom; they were covered with hair. The willow tree with new leaves like a dog, under the bright moonlight like water, facing the drizzle like butter, sings with long sleeves, mother-in-law and baby dance, like a graceful and graceful lady dancing lightly and fanning... Isn't this scene like this? Is it a true portrayal of "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"?

24. The raindrops gently fell into the small lotus pond "among the fish playing among the lotus leaves", splashing up small translucent water splashes. The green lotus leaves are jumping and rolling. Without paying attention, it rolled down "under the bed" with a "ding-dong" sound. The fish were startled and fled in all directions, but it was holding its belly and was overjoyed. The quiet little water beads have quite the ladylike image of Xiaojiabiyu. Although they are not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, they are still gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never messing with Sister Feng, staying calm and keeping to itself.

25. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on the leaves and the sound of rain hitting banana trees. From time to time, a few beautiful water splashes splash on the bluestone board, light and clear, without losing happiness. The fog on the lake slowly receded, and the mountains looked strange in the sky. Everything in sight had just taken a bath, becoming clearer, more magical, more charming and sentimental. The lying slope bridge on the lake is quite graceful under the light mist, which makes people have endless aftertaste of the beautiful scenery in the rain.

26. The rain gradually became lighter, and the pace of the raindrops also slowed down, looking lazy. However, they are still floating and falling in the sky, maybe in a messy way, maybe in an orderly manner. Looking from the railing, the water and sky are of the same color, and things and I are one. From time to time, a few fish will jump out of the lake. They have a date with Chun Yu and have become one. The rain is no longer rain, and the fish is no longer a fish. They are all elves of nature. Rain nourishes all things, and fish is the master of Yuer's village.

27. With the spring rain, the mountains and rivers are adjacent to each other, and the heaven and earth are kissing each other. In the creation of nature, Chun Yu is no longer alone, she brings a fresh breath to everything in the world. This breath is the spring breeze that people are nostalgic for and have not seen for a long time. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, and the spring rain rides on the spring breeze and comes together, greening the mountains, rippling the lakes, awakening the earth, and nourishing the vegetation. And all this happened inadvertently. At this time, silence was better than sound. It was like a dense and quiet spring rain.

28. Maybe I have never thought about walking to the south of the Yangtze River in the misty and rainy days to pick up the long-awaited color of rice and the fragrance of flowers. I also don’t know how to step on the stone slab that has appeared many times in my mind. Bridge, how to watch Wupeng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts that longing in this rainy season. The plum blossoms are red and the apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I once wanted to walk through the falling light red hand in hand and chase the deep romance, but I didn't want to encounter the chaos and desolation of the world.

29. The apricot flowers have fallen away, leaving only the pale yellow memory, soaked in the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still confused, the spring rain brings silky lingering like a dancing dancer. Looking across the Yangtze River, it's like a budding dream. Thousands of miles of blue are hazy in the lingering silk, just like the purity of Utopia and the tranquility of Taoyuan. The wind was not blowing, and only a faint confusion swayed the green cover of the lotus pond, touching the misty villages in the distance, ushering in an unprecedented fairyland-like dream. The ticking spring rain fell and the brewing clouds in the sky beat on the vast earth, as softly as beating on the rising thin sand.

Jiangnan brings melancholy of apricot blossom rain and sadness of spring rain.

30. The apricot blossoms are too fragile, and the spring rain lacks some of their peerless beauty. However, Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in its connotation. The swaying apricot blossoms are an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. . Just like such a woman: with delicate skin, graceful dancing posture, touching singing voice, graceful figure, playing the piano with tranquility and elegance, playing chess that resembles life as a song and dream, and writing beautiful yet domineering books. The paintings are exquisitely crafted, lifelike and original, what a Jiangnan beauty! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, so beautiful that it is so mesmerizing.

31. This spring rain is neither urgent nor slow, alternating between sparse and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, lingering as elegant as the breeze, caressing and soaking the mountains and rivers? The sky is dim, and the rain and dew are like a singing and dancing girl. The leaves of flowers and plants dance, and when the sun comes out, the dewdrops turn into steam, and the light smoke rises to the sky like a fairy. The mountains are also beautiful, the water is abundant, and the people are more energetic.

32. In the misty rain, beautiful past events are flying like lilac catkins, and what comes as promised is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like rolls of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It is still the season of drizzle. You and I met quietly from the two ends of life, at a certain midpoint, and then crossed paths again. Flowers bloom and fade, and the past is like smoke. There is still a fragrance deep in my heart, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

33. In the stillness of the night, the "rustling" spring rain awakens the earth: the grass greedily sucks the rain and dew and grows vigorously; the flowers sway in the wind, ready to bloom; they are covered with hair. The willow tree with new leaves like a dog, under the bright moonlight like water, facing the drizzle like butter, sings with long sleeves, mother-in-law and baby dance, like a graceful and graceful lady dancing lightly and fanning... Isn't this scene like this? Is it a true portrayal of "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"?

34. The raindrops gently fell into the small lotus pond "among the fish playing among the lotus leaves", splashing with small translucent water splashes. The green lotus leaves are jumping and rolling. Without paying attention, it rolled down "under the bed" with a "ding-dong" sound. The fish were startled and fled in all directions, but it was holding its belly and was overjoyed. The quiet little water beads have quite the ladylike image of Xiaojiabiyu. Although they are not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, they are still gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never messing with Sister Feng, staying calm and keeping to itself.

35. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water drops dancing on the leaves and the sound of rain hitting banana trees. From time to time, a few beautiful water splashes splash on the bluestone, light and clear, without losing happiness. The fog on the lake slowly receded, and the mountains looked strange in the sky. Everything in sight had just taken a bath, becoming clearer, more magical, more charming and sentimental. The lying slope bridge on the lake is quite graceful under the light mist, which makes people have endless aftertaste of the beautiful scenery in the rain.

36. The rain gradually became lighter, and the pace of the raindrops also slowed down, looking lazy. However, they are still floating and falling in the sky, maybe in a messy way, maybe in an orderly manner. Looking from the railing, the water and sky are of the same color, and things and I are one. From time to time, a few fish will jump out of the lake. They have a date with Chun Yu and have become one. The rain is no longer rain, and the fish is no longer a fish. They are all elves of nature. Rain nourishes all things, and fish is the master of Yuer's village.

37. With the spring rain, the mountains and rivers are adjacent to each other, and the heaven and earth are kissing each other. In the creation of nature, Chun Yu is no longer alone, she brings a fresh breath to everything in the world. This breath is the spring breeze that people are nostalgic for and have not seen for a long time. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, and the spring rain rides on the spring breeze and comes together, greening the mountains, rippling the lakes, awakening the earth, and nourishing the vegetation. And all this happened inadvertently. At this time, silence was better than sound. It was like a dense and quiet spring rain.

38. Maybe I have never thought about walking to the south of the Yangtze River in the misty and rainy days to pick up the long-awaited color of rice and the fragrance of flowers. I also don’t know how to step on the stone slab that has appeared many times in my mind. Bridge, how to watch Wupeng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts that longing in this rainy season.

The plum blossoms are red and the apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I once wanted to walk through the falling light red hand in hand and chase the deep romance, but I didn't want to encounter the chaos and desolation of the world.

39. The apricot flowers have fallen away, leaving only the pale yellow memory, soaked in the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still confused, the spring rain brings silky lingering like a dancing dancer. Looking across the Yangtze River, it is like a budding dream. Thousands of miles of blue are hazy in the lingering silk, just like the purity of Utopia and the tranquility of Taoyuan. The wind is not blowing, only a faint confusion sways the green cover of the lotus pond, touching the misty villages in the distance, ushering in an unprecedented fairyland-like dream. The ticking spring rain fell and the brewing clouds in the sky beat on the vast earth, as softly as beating on the rising thin sand. Jiangnan brings melancholy of apricot blossom rain and sadness of spring rain.

40. The apricot blossoms are too fragile, and the spring rain lacks some of their peerless beauty. However, Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in its connotation. The swaying apricot blossoms are an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. . Just like such a woman: with delicate skin, graceful dancing posture, touching singing voice, graceful figure, playing the piano with tranquility and elegance, playing chess that resembles life as a song and dream, and writing beautiful yet domineering books. The paintings are exquisitely crafted, lifelike and original, what a Jiangnan beauty! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, so beautiful that it is so mesmerizing.

41. The birds on the tree are also flying around in the air, chirping as if to tell people: "Spring is so beautiful, spring is so beautiful." The grass next to the big tree quietly made The ground is growing vying for the first place, as if it is afraid that it will not be the first. The flowers in the garden have grown tender green leaves after being moistened by the spring rain, exuding a faint fragrance. These flowers, plants and trees look like a large colorful carpet from a distance, adding a little bit of fresh green to the earth.

42. The wind is blowing softly; the branches are shining leisurely; the bright sun is shining on the body, warming the heart, and the brilliant spring flowers. The chirping birds reveal the beauty, music and joy of spring. Ah, the charming spring, what a beautiful spring it is!

43. Beautiful angels, elves of spring - flowers decorate the earth with their beautiful postures and gorgeous colors, making spring More charming, more enchanting. Look! The bright yellow winter jasmine, the white daffodils, the light green orchids, the pink peach blossoms... They dress the earth in colorful colors and emit bursts of alluring fragrance. It’s like a scene of hundreds of flowers blooming and clusters of flowers!

44. The body stretched slowly with the breeze, and Xiaocao straightened her waist. Like the teacher in the old days, he was shaking his head and chanting spring poems.

45. Spring is hidden on the tender green lawn. The grass that had just poked its head out was staring fearfully at the outside world, carefully watching every tall human who passed by it with its small eyes, guessing their whereabouts.

46. The rain and mist filled the air, and the raindrops strung together into a large bead curtain, covering everything like smoke and clouds. The happy little swallows walked back and forth, trying to cut off the rain curtain with their tails.

47. Not everyone understands the beauty of nature, and not every state of mind is called "spring". Under the pressure of such great social competition, we must learn to let go of ourselves and learn to experience the charm of nature! When we praise spring, we actually have to praise ourselves! Well, thank you for visiting this website, I hope it can bring you Savings. Thank you for your comments!

48. Tick, tick, the raindrops fell on the ground and seeped into the fertile soil.

49. She is as tender as water, warm and considerate; The sun also comes out to chat with her from time to time, and the wind and rain are softened in front of her and become less annoying; she is the incarnation of an angel, coming to caress this cold world, she is the incarnation of justice, coming to save this cold world The world...with her, the world will always be beautiful!

50. The girl came to the city, and people became active, put on spring clothes, and went for an outing in the wild to stretch their muscles and enjoy the spring. pleasure. We children went to the Bund Park to fly kites together. Colorful kites were flying up and down one after another.

The kites also look beautiful: there are eagles, dragonflies, butterflies... They decorate the spring sky with colorful and graceful colors. ;