Fireworks March poems, essays on Jiangnan prose

After four years in Suzhou, I seldom really feel the poetic Jiangnan. It seems that Jiangnan has been buried in the memory of history and is getting farther and farther away from modern people.

But in Huzhou and Nanxun, I saw Jiangnan and felt its tenderness and incomparable amorous feelings. Jiangnan, which came from ancient times, miraculously revived a memory in a dream in such an ancient town. This is a land full of spirit. How many talented people walked out of here and started a poetic life. How many gentle and blue-hearted women are here to interpret the legend of the world of mortals and write touching love poems.

In the library, the ancient literati's pursuit of literature, their love and persistence in China culture, and their great contribution to cultural inheritance are all moving. In this flashy world, there are always some real officials and good people. Although many of these people have disappeared into the dust of history, they are the ones who should be remembered by history. The wisteria in the garden makes people shine at the moment, and suddenly I think of the previous text "Wisteria Waterfall", and my heart suddenly lights up a lot.

The old houses of several famous people, such as Zhang Jingjiang's former residence and Zhang Shiming's former residence, are very meaningful and touching. Zhang Jingjiang's former residence is even more impressive. Zhang Jingjiang was a great man in the Republic of China and had great influence in modern times. I didn't expect to live in such an elegant place, which is admirable. Many ancient buildings in Nanxun have been preserved, most of which are old families. For example, one hundred buildings are said to be the residence of a family maid, which makes people feel deeply. At that time, there must be many people living in thatched cottages or caves, without food, and living like slaves. The so-called extended family has strict laws and regulations, and the shadow of the traditional patriarchal clan system in China can be seen everywhere, and no one knows where to live and how to decorate it. I have to feel the ruthlessness of history, how difficult the king has been since ancient times.

Sitting on the stone bridge in the town, the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River occasionally falls on my face, gentle and cool. I gently stroked the slate, feeling the vicissitudes of time, looking at distant houses, cruise ships on the river, willows on both sides, wine flags fluttering in the wind, and girls washing clothes nearby, I was inexplicably moved. Life can move from ordinary to great, from trivial to calm, from wandering to stability, from noise to tranquility. The folk street in Nanxun makes people feel very lively, and there are people everywhere who enthusiastically attract guests, making people pay for it unconsciously. I am also a person who can't stand the temptation. I didn't buy anything else I bought many local snacks and a jar of good wine from Nanxun. When I get back, I want to make my friends intoxicated with the drunkenness in Jiangnan.

On the way back, I fell asleep and had a very strange dream. In the dream, there is a looming Nanxun town, an ink painting of the south of the Yangtze River, a majestic Shu Mountain, and a puzzling song that comes from nowhere: Go home, there is no rain or shine. Jiangnan, Jiangnan in my heart.