A selection of 57 sentences in The Complete Collection of Famous Sentences in the South of the Yangtze River.

1, with the spring rain, mountains and rivers touch and heaven and earth kiss. In the creation of nature, the spring rain is no longer lonely, but brings a fresh breath to everything in the world. This kind of breath is the long-lost spring breeze that people are attached to. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, which gallops in the spring breeze, gathers, afforests the mountains, overflows the lakes, awakens the earth and nourishes the vegetation. All this happened inadvertently, silence is better than sound, what a beautiful spring rain.

2, hold an oil-paper umbrella, in the lonely rain lane, sad and hesitant, lilac-like color, lilac-like girl, excuse me, lilac-like girl, where are you? You came from the poet's heart, walked into poetry and painting, jumped out of the paper and swayed into people's hearts. Did you really exist? No, even if you didn't exist, you can still imagine that shining umbrella spinning lightly in your hand, and your heart is calling for wind, rain and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, so you throw it into the air and let it float in the wind and rain.

The spring rain in Jiangnan is always so sultry and quiet. Falling quietly in the dark without anyone noticing. I have lived here unconsciously for almost two years, and I still don't understand her temper, but one thing I am sure of is her charming posture and sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.

4, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the footsteps of raindrops are also slow, lazy and scattered. However, it is still drifting in the sky, perhaps messy or orderly. Looking at the railing, water and sky are one color, and things are integrated with me. From time to time, several fish jump out of the lake. They have been together with the spring rain for a long time and have long been integrated. Rain is no longer rain, and fish is no longer fish. They are all spirits of nature. Rain moistens everything, and fish is the master of the rain village.

5. Being in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, is it a sadness in the south of the Yangtze River that has dyed my heart red, or is my melancholy infected this autumn? Provoked two lovesickness poured into the cold xiaoxiang, alone for the bright moon in the sky!

6. Fireworks in March, drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, pink and green willows outline your faint face, and your Wan'er smile has won my lifelong obsession. The east wind messed up the clouds and scattered broken hearts all over the floor.

7. The poet said: The green hills are full of water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the 24th Bridge, where can jade people teach to play the flute? Autumn in Jiangnan! You are the Twenty-four Bridges in Yangzhou with faint grass, you are the autumn colors of grass surging among tourists, and you are the bitterness of flying the emperor across the sky! Under the moonlight, the Jade Man played the flute, just like the moonlight in Yin Hui. Several flutes and flutes floated in this cold night, falling among the mountains and rivers, and the tourists never left, and their hearts were haggard!

8. Jiangnan in Early Spring and March is a meaningful collection of poems. In this beautiful collection of poems, what you read is no longer the solitary plum standing proudly on the snowy plain. What you read is the cheerful birdsong in early spring and March, the colorful flower buds in the fields, the tender green buds on the willow branches, the yellow buttercup between the farmhouses, the water waves rippling gently in the breeze, and the farmhouses with white walls and Daiwa in the distance.

9. 1 Set foot on the green slate, listen to the deep bell and walk through the long street in rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by. I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots, the smooth and shiny stone steps and a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows down raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in the ticking rhythm. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops converge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain curtain, I don't know whether the clear rain stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time or the natural light of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this seems to be a lingering meaning in ancient times.

10, when you stand in the wilderness in the afternoon of March, no matter where you look at the scenery, it will remind you of the beautiful melody. Look; The swaying branches in the sun, the thriving green wheat seedlings in the fields, and the dazzling golden rape flowers, especially listening to the birds singing one after another in the Woods, some are like three stacks of sunshine, which makes people overwhelmed;

1 1, you see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are only green bamboos, patches and clumps, wet and green; By the river, the willows have green buds, yellow and green, so lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.

12, in the misty rain, the beautiful past, such as lilacs, floats by, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. You and I meet quietly from two ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross. Flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

13, an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, with different customs, and Suzhou Tongli is my favorite. Ten years ago, there were stone bridge paths, blue bricks and tiles, alleys and blue lagoon, which sprouted quietly in my heart and were intertwined. Under the irrigation of water time, those pictures slowly settled down and became thicker and thicker, and that dream grew up quietly.

14, apricot flowers have gone, leaving only pale yellow memories, infiltrating the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still confused, dancers dancing like spring rain bring lingering feelings. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, I woke up like a dream. Wan Li is blue and hazy in the silky lingering, just like the purity of Utopia and the tranquility of Taoyuan. The wind can't stop, only faint confusion shakes the green cover of the lotus pond, touches the misty village in the distance, and welcomes the fairyland-like dream that has never been seen before. The dripping spring rain is falling, and the brewing clouds are beating the vast land as gently as the thin sand. Jiangnan brings the melancholy of apricot blossom rain and the sadness of spring rain.

15, Xu Beihong said: The white horse is blocked by the autumn wind, and the apricot flowers are misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. ? Thus, ancient towns, stone bridges, blue lakes and clear waters, pavilions, stone roads in deep lanes, and canoe lotus pickers, scene after scene, are brewing repeatedly in my heart, and time flies and slowly becomes a dream. Pick cigarettes, wet clothes, look at the south of the Yangtze River and blow cold willows.

16, step on the green slate, listen to the deep bell, and walk through the long street in rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by. I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots, the smooth and shiny stone steps and a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows down raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in the ticking rhythm. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops converge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain curtain, I don't know whether the clear rain stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time or the natural light of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this seems to be a lingering meaning in ancient times.

17, long time, bed invasion at the first night. Lying drunk from the lotus leaf, hibiscus is fragrant and thin, and the water is cold. The pillow is a fairyland. Fog is light and smoke is cold, and thin clothes stand at night. Where is a fairyland, only dreams come. So, think about it, read it, dream it and love it. Row across a boat, cut out sleepless nights, search, crush season after season, find everything about you, never give up and never forget.

18. Through the smoky spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who took shelter from the rain in a hurry with umbrellas and couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Small raindrops hit me, not feeling cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling.

19, this spring rain is unhurried and dense. Is it gentle like a mother's hand, lingering like a breeze, caressing and infiltrating mountains and rivers? The sky is dark, and the rain and dew are dancing like dancers on the leaves of flowers and plants. As soon as the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. The mountains are handsome, the water is abundant, and people are more energetic.

20. If the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in March is compared to a smile, then this smile must be positive. Although it is warm and cold in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and occasionally it will be windy and rainy, it is March after all, which belongs to the season of sowing hope.

2 1, who wrote an autumn in Jiangnan? The sound of autumn on the West Lake is absolutely silent, the clear water is long, the mountains are heavy, and two or three friends are walking around, with long white hair, leaning against the building to see the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. The shadows of the trees all fall, and autumn is cool with a sigh, looking out of the window and looking at the horizon alone.

22. Bypassing the gallery, you will see an east-west river with a north-south stone bridge. The slight wind blew gently across the water, causing slight ripples. When there is no wind, the trees on both sides of the river are reflected in the clear water. If the spring girl wants to bring a touching scenery to the river, her graceful posture will twist her slim body and sway in the fiery spring water.

23、? Who wrote a passage "Autumn in Jiangnan"? Dressed up, the Suxiao Building in Qiantang looks sad, without Chushan's beheading. ? Autumn! Is your Jiangnan Su Xiao Lou, the head of Qiantang River and West Lake? What kind of willow-colored voice is singing, the small winding building breaks the window lattice, and how many tears are wiping away. In the sunset, there is a section of autumn color at the tip of willow, the road is boundless, two petals are sad, and the autumn color in Jiangnan disappears. You complain that autumn scenery is so beautiful that two lines of tears are too carefree.

24, Jiangnan, bearing how much embarrassing history, Jiangnan, how many picturesque scenery, Jiangnan, how many bright-eyed and sentimental women, Jiangnan, Jiangnan with four seasons like spring, you left an indelible picture in my heart, and you carved a flower-like spoony girl in my heart.

25. This is a long chastity archway. In the misty rain, in the washing of misty rain, those originally white and clear stone particles have become a little gray and old. Imagine, imagine, how many chaste widows walk proudly and slowly through here, waving their white handkerchiefs and accepting everyone's praise. How many amorous women who broke away from feudal ethics knelt in front of the chastity archway and let the drizzle beat their pure love? How much tenderness, how much infatuation, how much tenderness and honey are drifting away in the world of mortals and misty rain.

26. The woman in misty rain came from the rain and walked towards poetry. Jiangnan's obscurity is like a girl's hazy love affair; Jiangnan is delicate, just like a girl's charming face; Jiangnan's agility is like a girl's amorous eyes; The exquisiteness of the south of the Yangtze River is like a peony with a needle for a girl.

27. The rain falls gently? Fish frolicking between lotus leaves? Small lotus pond, splashing bright little water, jumps and rolls on the green lotus leaf. Pay little attention to? Jingle. 1, rolling around? Under the bed? The fish fled in fear, but it covered its stomach and was overjoyed. Quiet water droplets can have the image of a lady with a small jasper. Although not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, they are gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never provoking Xifeng, and is quiet and self-disciplined.

28. On a quiet night? Sasha. The spring rain awakened the earth: the grass greedily sucked the rain and dew and thrived; Flowers are swaying in the wind and are in bud; Willow trees in Mao Mao are covered with new leaves like dogs, facing the butter-like drizzle in the bright moonlight, dancing with long sleeves, like a my fair lady with a round fan? Isn't this the scene? Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently? A true portrayal of

29, solitary lights, cold windows, forced to pay for turbid wine, drunk, borrow a ray of light, think of the old shadow of beauty. Staring at the railing, a shallow heart makes you disheartened. The small print of mandarin ducks makes it difficult to separate feelings. I still vaguely remember the gibberish on the covered bridge. The world of mortals is rustling and heartbroken, and a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the green sand.

30. The rain falls gently? Fish frolicking between lotus leaves? In the small lotus pond, there is a bright splash and it jumps and rolls on the green lotus leaf. Pay little attention to? Jingle. 1, rolling around? Under the bed? The fish fled in fear, but it covered its stomach and was overjoyed. Quiet water droplets can have the image of a lady with a small jasper. Although not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, they are gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never disturbing Xifeng, and keeps its place.

3 1, when the sun rises in the morning, I set foot on the land of Jiangnan. Feeling can be regarded as cold wind, mixed with humid air. I greedily breathe the breath I have never touched. Some small excitement, more inner joy, looking up at the sky and the sea, finally feel what is the sky and the sea, what is the sky and the sea!

32. 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 bananas. From time to time, there are several wonderful splashes on the bluestone board, which are light and clear, yet happy. The fog on the lake slowly recedes, it is raining strangely on the mountain, and everything in front of us has just been bathed, which is clearer, more magical, more charming and more affectionate. The lying slope bridge on the lake looks quite graceful under the faint fog, which reminds people of the beautiful scenery in the rain just now.

33. The sound of running water, like a girl washing clothes by the bridge, gently hummed a leisurely song and floated to the misty distance. The women in the water village are as soft as water, with hairpins and long hair curled like water. The bangs are bathed in flowers, silky and delicate. Every hair, moistened by light fog, has a black hair, like a very black brick, which shows its elegant and soaring form in the rain on the roof. Girl, you are pure and yearn for freedom.

34. The drizzle flies to the earth, and it is natural and unrestrained. It is as light as a feather, as thin as a flower needle, soft, greasy and shiny, which is hard to ponder.

35. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is so clear and dynamic, like silky satin, as soon as it enters, it is as cool as a spring. Women in Jiangnan are so gentle, so sentimental, so bright and moving, so considerate.

36. Who wrote "Autumn in the South of the Yangtze River"? A heartbroken poem tells the story of lovesickness. Clouds on paper, temples to eyes, tears falling, looking at the window and the moon, thinking of you, and throwing myself into the deep night every night.

37. Near the port of the island, looking at the other side of the sunny day, it has been covered with a layer of water curtain by misty rain at the moment, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, with endless silvery white everywhere.

38. Trees are all autumn, the mountains are cold, the autumn sounds are cool, and the south of the Yangtze River is autumn! You came in a hurry, hot and cold, and you failed too much sadness. A few thin skirts, leaving a sad face in autumn in Jiangnan.

39, the breeze blows green willows, and the pink face is charming hibiscus. The boat swims lightly, leisurely passing by, the Xiao Xuan window in the attic, the fairy sound curled up, the green lake is blue and cold, and the fog clouds are idle tourists, going back and forth, not talking about beauty, but saying that they are drunk and lying in the beautiful lake.

40. The poet's lament always haunts him. He came in the middle of the night and left at dawn. He thought for two days and sighed for a period of autumn in the south of the Yangtze River! Cooking and tasting tea are just right in this season. Who is the paper window in Jiangnan? Hire D. nodded and continued to drink tea. It's late at night, and people are late. Looking at the branches and half-moon strings, they are old friends from different places, holding windows and splashing ink on storytellers.

4 1, drizzle, drizzle? Looking back at history, the shackles of feudalism firmly trapped everyone's heart. The height of the ancestral hall is dedicated to the ancestors of Guangzong Yaozu. In the main hall, the majestic fathers are sitting in danger, and the distinguished guests are sitting next to them. It seems that everything is filial. Who knows, there are many skeletons in the closet. How many sins, how many violations of ethics, have washed away their dirt with misty rain.

42. Jiangnan! How many times I wander in my dream, how many times I am disappointed in my dream, wandering at the bottom of this dreamlike mountain, grass head and tree. Cherish the falling autumn colors and think more! Touch your melancholy in a low voice with whispering poems. who is it? Write an autumn for Jiangnan, and cry slowly with a cold voice. Wandering, in the south of the Yangtze River, in the streets covered with green slates, slowly touching your bronze sadness, I would like to be a passer-by wandering around and grow old in the green tiles and ink.

43. Spring remains the same, and people are empty and thin. Flowers bloom and fall, giving birth to some worries. The grass is smoky and the Xiangjiang River is full of water and sky, and the fishing boat sings late. Seeing the dying sun, my heart was broken, and several people were drunk with crying. Empty sorrow of loneliness, acacia does not know who to talk to.

44. It's raining, and lilacs seem to be swaying gently in the rain. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, with a series of ripples.

45. It was drizzling in the south of the Yangtze River in March. I don't know when it will rain in Mao Mao this afternoon. I like walking in this drizzle, which makes my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. In the gloom, my thoughts are flying.

46. The drizzle in early spring always carries a hazy enchanting, smoky, dreamy and indistinguishable. Like a bright moon, the air is sometimes mixed with a few delicate fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy, and the wind gently drops a little red, which is beautiful.

47. Apricot flowers are too fragile, and the spring rain is a little less beautiful, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in connotation. The apricot blossoms are swaying, and it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: delicate skin, graceful dancing, touching voice and graceful figure, caressing an elegant piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing a beautiful and domineering book, depicting ingenious and lifelike original paintings, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.

48. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain fell as fine as a needle and fluttered. If the bead curtain is crystal clear, it washes away the dust in the air and turns the sky into a clear and transparent blue. In the dusty, misty and rainy ancient town, a school of quaint cultural heritage, black bricks and tiles, eagle-like edges and corners, gray walls, closed doors, solemn and majestic, tells the deep love and hate of many courtyards, reflects the love and hate of many dignitaries, and hides the worries of many intimate girlfriends, all of which drift away with the misty and rainy days.

49. Perhaps, I never thought about picking the long-awaited beige and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River on a foggy day, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wu Peng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The Memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts the kind of longing in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.

50. You might as well walk into the nature in March in the south of the Yangtze River. Perhaps, in the early morning, with the sunshine, you can choose a path with fragrant flowers and plants at will, and gently, without too much consideration and search, you will feel that countless wonderful poems emerge in your mind.

5 1, my heart trembled slightly at the moment when my fingertips crossed the paper, autumn in the south of the Yangtze River! It turned out to be so beautiful, not inferior to the misty and rainy scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lingering feeling of leaning against the building and looking at the moon is also so melancholy. I don't know why I always tremble when I look at the yellow leaves, and the pain of irritability is always in my heart. Maybe? What is the sorrow in autumn? Because of it!

52. A closer look shows that the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaf is bright and clean. The breeze blew and the river rippled with shining waves. Beads of rain are like countless happy little notes, singing happy songs, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful rain scene.

53. Who wrote "Autumn in the South of the Yangtze River"? Outside Hanshan Temple, a few autumn hearts are budding, and several sighs at Qiao Feng Ferry disturb several autumn days. A year is easy to be an autumn wind, and wherever the wind blows, wrinkles appear on the quiet face of Jiangnan. Who in Jiangnan wants to wear clothes, add a thin skirt and add autumn? Who is the lingering sadness in Jiangnan people's hearts? People are waving shutters on the colorful clouds.

54. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are just green bamboos, clumps, wet and green; By the river, the willows have green buds, yellow and green, so lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.

55. misty rain and steam block our sight and can only be heard? Tick tock? Or? Sasha. Voice down, smell plumes of fresh and moist fragrance. On the shore of the lake, like smoke, wicker twisted its soft waist slightly in the breeze and drizzle, so that the rain could bathe, let the water drip from her body, and let the spring rain pour the most beautiful nectar in the world all over her body. At this time, there is no Xiao Yue, no residual wind, the peristalsis of life recovery and the recovery of everything in the world, and the happy smile of young life in the cradle of spring rain. Yes, we are all enjoying the incomparable natural atmosphere? The smell of spring rain.

56. Maybe you will follow this exciting trumpet sound and run briskly to the village by the river. In joy, you will hear the sound of running water coming to you happily, and it will symphony with other sounds you have heard and compose a sweet spring melody. You daydream in the melody, you like Jiangnan in March, and you love this wonderful spring.

57. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is so fresh and pleasant, so refreshing, with faint flowers and faint vanilla soil; The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so hazy and fresh, hits the face and hands, cold and cold; The flowers in Jiangnan are so charming, so beautifully dressed, as rich as Yang Guifei, as beautiful as the story of Dixin, as beautiful as Shi, and as talented as Xiang;