The wind stirs and scares the flying swallows, the full moon envy the sweet dreams

The spring rain is like splashing ink, outlining the unique scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. In the hazy mist, the white walls and black tiles appear and disappear, the awning boats are far away, and the misty people dressed in light gauze .

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the mood in the south of the Yangtze River, green willows near the water, apricot blossoms playing the flute. Sit down in an old house facing the street, brew a pot of scented tea, and let your mind wander with the tea, reflecting your gentle face.

The warm Jiangnan feelings blend with the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the sentimental poetry metaphors the most beautiful love and the most true love in the world of mortals. Rain, the infatuated drizzle, falls quietly on the bluestone, spreading the artistic conception of poetry and infecting the lingering love.

The rain falls elegantly, and the rain is slow and steady. The raindrops falling along the eaves splashed small water splashes one after another, as if to tell me that water splashes are also flowers. Although they are only short-lived, they contain the expression of true feelings, and beauty lies in them.

Listening to the pipa on the balcony in the misty rain, I miss you every inch in the corridor. The wind stirs up the flying swallows, and the full moon envy the sweet dreams. I like this scene, thinking quietly and beautifully, you are concentrating in front of the window, and I am missing you under the moon.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a poetic hometown. The towers are swaying, listening to the wind and rain under the eaves, dancing alone among the water and clouds, leading the love in the wind and moon. Borrowing the charming moonlight, writing a pen becomes a thought, stepping on the flowers, crossing the spring water, and the mist and rain in the city are drunk by the clouds and rivers.

Misty rain, white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water are the inherent style of Jiangnan. When the warm wind and agarwood ruffle a pool of spring water, a long dream will linger. Exquisite poetry, obsessed with acacia bluestone, the sound of footsteps, cozy rain lane flowers and paper umbrellas.

Jiangnan minor tunes are gentle, poetic and picturesque, and the leisurely waterside charm is the easiest to miss and the most charming.

Yuxiang asked Hongchen if he could give me the most beautiful encounter? The world of mortals said that we must meet by fate, and that is the heartbeat of a thousand years. From then on, in my time, flowers bloom with you, flowers fall with you, the morning and evening are fragrant, and the water is full of water.

Jiangnan is too affectionate, and longing cannot be discussed. Willingly, just for a smile to charm the city, self-indulgent, just for a thousand years.

This feeling becomes graceful with the seasons, and this scene is tender with lovesickness. The fate is deep-rooted, the love is unwavering, and the thought brings joy, and the warmth refreshes the heart.

The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the love in the south of the Yangtze River, just because we met, we will never forget each other in the world, and will only bloom a flower, which is the most beautiful flower in my heart, until the end of the world.