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Appreciation of the beauty of Jiangnan prose: misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
The sound of hooves on the bluestone board faded away. Who buried the memories in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River with faint indifference?
Jiangnan finally showed her rainy side, the rain fluttered and the smoke curled up, which also added a little agility to Tongling, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Cold on the pillow, rain outside the window, cold dew on the grass steps. Yan returned to Nanpu like mud, and there was another spring in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is poetic. Since ancient times, many literati have left endless poems in this graceful south of the Yangtze River. By the lotus pond, the rain is chaotic and the water is clear, and the lotus leaves move with the wind. You can stand on the ancient bridge in Yangzhou and enjoy the freshness of "lowering your head to get lotus seeds, which are as clear as water". You can walk on a mossy slate and listen to the story of "thinking about red medicine by the bridge, knowing who to live for every year" in running water. In the mottled rain lane, you can walk in the lonely time and space with an ancient paper umbrella and feel the unique sadness in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is picturesque, exquisite and elegant. She is a pair of Chinese paintings with thick ink and light dye. Only freehand brushwork can describe the thousand-year elegance of Jiangnan, and realism can't outline the elegance of Jiangnan. Jiangnan in the rain, the wind gently rolled up catkins, scattered in every inch of Jiangnan skin. The rain hits the banana, and the sound urges the sky, so that the whole time and space is filled with the sadness of Jiangnan. Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and the breeze caressed, blending the breath of Jiangnan into every vegetation. The charm of Jiangnan can't be described by secular lines, so I prefer Jiangnan to be the Jiangnan in my dream.
Jiangnan is like a song, the ancient Qinhuai River, and you can still hear the whispers of a hundred years ago. Jiangnan should be pure and fresh guzheng music. You can dream back to Jiangnan thousands of years ago with beautiful tunes, forget the troubled world, be a chic poet in Jiangnan like a song, and accumulate all the joys and sorrows in this misty and rainy Jiangnan.
A strand of hair can't read my thoughts; Cherish your life, and you can't pursue promises. Being in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain falls on my heart. Year after year, no one is alone. Even if the memory has turned to dust, it can't be turned back after washing it away. Once again, I will spend all my thoughts in Jiangnan in this misty rain.
Jumping raindrops, flashing transparent sadness, deep-eyed sky, telemetering the distance of the earth, dense time and space, precipitation of rain, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind gently lifted the rain, washed away the irritability and glitz, and reveled in the meaningful rainy season youth.
As the saying goes, there is a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and He Huan has no you.
Appreciation of the Beauty of Jiangnan Prose (Ⅱ): Misty Rain in Jiangnan
The lush years have shocked the south of the Yangtze River, only to see you stepping the rhythm of falling flowers with the fragrance of gardenia, and measuring the purple world of mortals step by step in the alleys paved with bluestone slabs.
Put away the oil-paper umbrella, and you seem to have put away the love in your heart, just like rolling up your sleeves, so neat. At that moment, will there really be clouds above Leifeng Tower?
Flowers bloom, you hear; The flowers fell silently, and I saw them. Just as I saw you coming quietly from thousands of miles away, how can there be no legendary oiled paper umbrella in that soft Wen Ya? Without long sleeves, how can you dance misty rain in Jiangnan?
Affectionate rain, did you bring it to my dream last night? Was it the "rain" when you gave alms? You are passionate, and I am passionate, which has made a piece that only belongs to the misty rain south of the Yangtze River. You once said it was a rain of missing, with many roots of love; I once said that this is a hope that has been dripping for a thousand years. The vicissitudes of those bluestone tablets are like the poetic obscurity of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Perhaps, I am the charming flower in your hand, let the lovesickness of that place climb into your eyes. Perhaps, I am the ticket stub in your hand that leads to the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, and let the thoughts of that place fall on your shoulders.
In fact, for misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I know that in your heart, you have been praying for a love. That kind of heart-to-heart induction, how can you not let me hold up a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River for you? In fact, for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you know, my heart will always be a colorful cloud of love. That tacit understanding between heart and heart, how can I not take a picture of Jiangnan misty rain that belongs to me only?
I want to see the smile on your lips in the misty rain. Just like the moment I stood by the West Lake, I wanted to kiss away the tears in your eyes. In the drizzle, I want to brush away the sadness from my forehead for you. Just like the moment I stood on the broken bridge, I wanted to sing "Once in a Millennium" for you.
Standing in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you seem to be a long poem, but does the Su Can Causeway under your feet understand your poem full of thoughts?
I stand in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, just like a scattered essay. Even Bai Causeway at my feet is tired of me, but only you want to read the painful thoughts in my heart tirelessly.
Every time I touch the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I always leave in awe. Because, many times, I can't see your soft figure in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Just like in the quiet night when the moonlight is like practice, I can't touch your waterfall-like hair.
Why, after thousands of years of rain, I can only see that kind of wetness between the lines? Why, my eyes are intoxicated in your cold eyes, and your heart will still wake up in a nightmare?
The beauty of Jiangnan, your beauty, can't compare with my missing after all. Standing in a rainy world, no matter you look at the sky, it is still a dream.
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I just want to smell the fragrance of gardenia in your bones and keep your round face in mind.
In the lonely rain lane, I seem to hear your laughter blooming like fireworks, and Dai Wangshu's lilac fragrance dancing in the rain lane instantly. Do you drift across my dream, through the misty colors of the south of the Yangtze River, and dance with my lonely fingers?
It's raining, nourishing a thick curtain of acacia.
Every melancholy morning, Jiangnan remains the same, and my heart remains the same. And you have walked into the misty rain of missing, into Whitman's poems, into the commemoration of July, and gradually approached with the rhythm of poetry.
Your melancholy in misty rain is also in the cycle of time, which has already comforted my lonely time. At this moment, in the drizzle, can I still remember your face?
Where there is a small bridge and flowing water, there must be others. Looking up, I can't find your figure, as if I don't know where I am at this time. Pen and ink can't draw the home in my heart. Where is the mirage in the misty rain? The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has finally soaked my heart, and I can't see the oil-paper umbrella above your head. How can my eyebrows spread comfortably?
Why are you crazy? Why bother? The soft misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River finally became a ruin. Gentle as water, who can solve infatuation? I can't outline the painful thoughts. That oiled paper umbrella has finally become a cruel memory, dancing in your poem with classical sadness.
Rain is falling all unscrupulously on the face.
Deep-rooted thoughts, faint sadness, always standing between the eyebrows, lingering. How can you dance under the folded oil-paper umbrella when the misty rain and water make Jiangnan and soften Jiangnan? For a moment, I seem to think that your face is a landscape painting in the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River.
In the misty rain dream in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of my jade flute is lingering, mixed with the sound of your weeping pottery, and a song "Sauvignon Blanc" is blown more and more sadly by us.
Why? Why haven't you walked through a pool of lotus poems?
I always look forward to hearing your voice in the misty rain. I always look forward to that voice, flowing through Qian Shan, falling in the south of the Yangtze River and beside me. I always look forward to the tender feelings like misty rain all over the sky, drifting across the world of mortals, flying into purple strangers, landing on your pillow and sleeping with you sweetly.
Love is deeper and stronger, and people are haggard for Iraq.
Only your face is imprinted on my mind. Although misty and rainy, as beautiful as flowers and jade, but after all, the enemy is no match for fleeting time, a prosperous enemy is no match for tenderness.
Who shed whose tears in the misty rain? Who is leaving behind whose sorrow? The past, like the wind, is my yearning for you; At the crossroads, it was you who floated down my waiting.
Think of you, think of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, those dusty Tang and Song poems, once again insomnia, but the moment of ripples, once again fresh.
Misty and rainy Jiangnan, my lonely Jiangnan.
Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the south of the Yangtze River I am pursuing.
Author: Cai Yun
Appreciation of the Beauty of Jiangnan Prose (Ⅲ): Jiangnan Water Town
"Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan? " This poem always brings people's thoughts to the picturesque south of the Yangtze River. Just like a paradise on earth, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River make many people's dreams extend and wander in the mountains and rivers beyond their dreams and antique old alleys.
Jiangnan water town is an oil painting, a poem and a song. Only when people walk on the road paved with bluestones can they feel the charm they didn't understand in their previous lives, can they pursue the footsteps that stopped vaguely in their dreams, can they feel the lightness of the flowing water of small bridges and can they stroll in the idyllic cottages. Picturesque scenery, picturesque winding roads. Continuous silk and bamboo are floating in the wind. Just like being in a fairyland, it has a unique charm.
Rows of blue brick houses, green willows cut by the wind, gurgling streams flowing slowly, ancient dikes and bridges waiting for a thousand years, terraces and pavilions in Lanting remind people of the impressions left by many literati, write down many beautiful poems lamented by later generations, and pursue and feel the dreams hidden in their hearts for a long time. It is a freehand brushwork splash-ink landscape painting that makes many people stop and stare.
who is it? The shore of the West Lake sighed: "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. West Lake is always more appropriate than West Lake. " , giving people unlimited imagination and beautiful information.
who is it? It is well-known in Jiangnan that "it is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, and you will meet the gentleman when the flowers fall."
who is it? Drunk Jiangnan alone, "the grass is even wider and the sunset is full." The beauty has no news, and the cloud is far away. " The regret of dreams.
Who is it again? Watching affectionately at both ends of the broken bridge? Make acacia deeply grieved day and night? The legendary story left behind has made the world scramble to explore and spread from mouth to mouth.
Appreciation of the Beauty of Jiangnan Prose (IV): Drunk in the misty rain of Jiangnan
I've always wanted to have a long trip, maybe I want to take a vacation for myself, maybe I want to go out and see the scenery, not for dreaming, not for fun, not for meeting, but for walking with friends with the same heart. Always hesitating, always thinking, always yearning. In that place, there are willows, peaches, bridges, running water, crowds, covered boats and misty rain, all of which are clean and ethereal without losing the smell of fireworks.
Such a place, Jiangnan, is a good place and a tourist attraction. There is heaven in the world, Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world, and there are many literati, who sing poems against each other and chant the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan scenery, Jiangnan charm, Jiangnan misty rain, Jiangnan blurred, Jiangnan beautiful scenery, Jiangnan ancient style, Jiangnan five phoenix boats, Jiangnan women, Jiangnan oil paper umbrella, Jiangnan bluestone, Jiangnan hazy, I do not know when, deeply yearning, deeply infatuated.
In this way, you came to Jiangnan like a dream, carrying a touch of autumn wind and autumn rain, holding a handful of autumn water, cool autumn water, looking for a quiet place, sightseeing and enjoying the scenery, just a passer-by?
August and early autumn are foggy and rainy seasons. Mountains are hazy, water is hazy, trees are hazy, people are hazy, and everything is empty, vague and dreamy. You are beautiful, beautiful, drunk, drunk. Misty rain Jiangnan, like a dream Jiangnan, where you are.
Arriving at the old city of Suzhou at dusk, the wind stopped raining and the air was slightly wet. After settling down, I found a cleaner restaurant nearby and ate a local fish, which was a bit spicy. Compared with the fish with black tofu and pickled vegetables eaten in my hometown, I prefer the fish with black tofu and pickled vegetables, which is soft, smooth and delicate, full of color, flavor and choice.
There are sixteen people at this table, two tables make one table, and two cauldrons of pickled fish are ordered, one on each side. Manager Shi, a colleague, is tall and powerful, handsome in the past, faintly visible, middle-aged and fat, sitting next to his wife, slightly old and thin, with gray hair, dark face and deep facial wrinkles, and his description is haggard. Time is never gentle with women. Ten people at this table are husband and wife. You help me with the plate and I'll scoop the soup for you. Couples show their love and envy your eyes. What moved me most was manager Shi. He said that he had nothing when he was young, and his wife followed him. He had no regrets. He is the main person in charge of big and small things, and he is very grateful to his wife. Now, life is better, with savings and a house, I take my wife with me wherever I go, no matter how old and ugly I am, and the listener is moved by the speaker. Therefore, the most precious thing to be a woman is not to bully the young and the poor. The most precious thing about being a man is "don't be ugly." Women know how to be together, and men know how to be grateful. This is a lifetime.
There are four famous gardens in Suzhou: Lingering Garden, Humble Administrator's Garden, Lion Forest and Canglang Pavilion. Known as "Jiangnan Garden is the best in the world and Suzhou Garden is the first in Jiangnan". There are more than a dozen large and small gardens in Suzhou. Suzhou gardens have always been called "literati gardens". Bai Juyi said in the Collection of Caotang: "Building the land is a platform, gathering boxing stones is a mountain, and fighting around the water is a pool", which is the paradigm of literati gardens. Suzhou has beautiful garden scenery, which attracts many scholars and poets to stay in Mo Bao. For example, in the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" said: "On a frosty night, the river winds worry about fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, passenger ships are ringing at midnight. " Du Xunhe "Go to Gusu, everyone sleeps in the river. There are few leisure places in the ancient palace and many small bridges in the water port. "It adds culture and artistry to Suzhou gardens.
The first stop of the trip is Dingyuan, Suzhou, which has beautiful water towns and beautiful garden scenery. As soon as you enter the park, the tourists are weaving, the rain is raining, the garden is fixed in the rain, the rain and fog are shrouded, the smoke locks are hazy, and there is a unique scenery. You suddenly feel that the words are poor and you can't describe the beauty of Dingyuan. A flower, a grass, a bamboo, a wood, a pavilion, a boat, a paddle, a bridge, a stone and a board are all full of charm, wonderful and unique. Bamboo willows, waterside terraces, long green water, amazing all the way, enjoying all the way, full of hearts.
On the outer wall of Dingyuan, there is a window frame with a word engraved on it, antique and traditional black. I liked it very much at that time, so I took a picture with my camera. Later, I looked at the word carefully, and it turned out to be an "Xi". Hehe, a trip to Jiangnan is a happy event.
There is a well in the park called Zhao Shuangjing, also called Sister Well. According to legend, Shi and two beautiful women visited Daying Lake at night and wanted to freshen up by the lake. Fu Cha worried that the two beauties accidentally fell into the lake, and immediately ordered two holes to be drilled for the beauties to freshen up. After the completion of the well, the clear spring gushed and the water was like a mirror. The two beauties came to a well to freshen up. Focha stood in the middle, watching the two beauties freshen up, and the beauties in the moonlight became more and more charming. Since then, the existing well shed is a relic rebuilt in the 12th year of Ming Hongwu 1379. In ancient times, there were stone and two beauties, and there were two beauties, Fucha, who protected flowers and cherished jade. Fuya! At present, my colleague manager Shi will also protect flowers and cherish them. How happy his wife is! I think there are many people who know how to protect and cherish flowers in this world, but there are naturally many happy people.
Cut a plain silk, with rain as ink and branches as pens, and draw a wooden bridge flying in the lake. An angel, with his wings folded, fell into the mortal world and stood on a wooden bridge, with long hair fluttering and beautiful and refined. Under the bridge, the green water winds, and some green trees, willows and ivy are painted to decorate it. An ink painting is natural and beautiful. There are several such wooden bridges and such scenery in the park for tourists to enjoy and take photos.
According to legend, there are 72 tombs in Liu Bowen and one in the garden. One stone man guards the tomb, and two stone sheep guard the tomb. Whether this tomb is true or not is left to archaeologists to verify. In addition, in the forty-ninth year of Kangxi, he wrote on the stone with an imperial pen, leaving an original ink fragrance for future generations to watch. There is the largest teapot in the world in the garden, which is also worth visiting. There is another wonder: a cobblestone path, in the shape of ancient copper coins, is quite spectacular, attracting tourists' attention and taking pictures as a souvenir. In the park, there are many historical sites and exotic scenic spots like this, and it is impossible to watch them all because of time constraints.
There is a flower bed in the garden, dedicated to twelve flower gods. Four ancient beauties are among them. February is the god of apricot blossom, the god of lotus in June, the god of hibiscus in October, and Wang Zhaojun is the god of camellia in November. Enter the temple, worship, draw lots, ask the god of flowers, and promise you that you will be happy and stable for the rest of your life. You froze when the host gave you a signed message. This sign is not a signature, but it fits your situation very well. The master said that if you want to improve the present situation, you should send a lotus lantern and a flower god, know how to follow your heart and fate, be merciful and release more. When you left, your host gave you a hibiscus flower. According to legend, hibiscus mutabilis, also known as Manglietia, is named after the flower "as bright as lotus". I often think that half my life is trouble, wandering, and previous lives are caused by this life. May Bodhi be born, and if he is in Du Like, his heart will be glazed, his years will be quiet and his life will be stable.
Dingyuan is getting more and more beautiful under the fog and rain, and the light smoke is blurred. There is a hazy beauty of seeing flowers in the fog and the moon in the water. Helpless and helpless, you are in a hurry to bid farewell to Dingyuan, because you have to embark on a new journey.
Looking back at the garden in the rain, I am reluctant to give up. I am affectionate as rain. When will you come again?
Suzhou Museum, another tourist attraction. Standing in line at the gate for more than ten minutes, while waiting, I thought, what treasures are there in this museum, so carefully released? When entering the museum, the designers in the same trade first look at how unique and ingenious the design style in the museum is. You don't quite understand. Although you work in the design industry every day, you have no talent for artistic design cells after all. You still like to appreciate the treasures on display in the museum. There are many collections in the museum, including blue and white porcelain, Tathagata, Guanyin Buddha, scriptures, ancient copper coins and jade articles. You took all your favorite photos, and you will enjoy it again one day.
Appreciation of the Beauty of Jiangnan Prose (V): Misty Rain in Jiangnan
Jiangnan water town, poetry, talent, love, destined to be remembered, in the end of the world, or the cape; The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like poems, paintings and dreams, is destined to be treasured, both in heaven and on earth. Light smoke and rain, drunk Jiangnan, as long as you see it, you will fall in love; As long as you come, you forget to go back.
With faint water and faint fragrance, I started from a rainy lane and gently walked into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Wandering in the rain lane for a long time, the willow wind, the blowing surface is not cold; Apricot blossoms rain, clothes are wet. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping on a graceful poem, looking up, I also want to meet a girl as sad as lilac. Just obsessed with looking like a dream, sad and confused. Along the way, who knows how many beautiful people's poems and paintings have been opened by that oiled paper umbrella? Waiting all the way, who understands that the green slate bears the loneliness and hesitation of many talented people? At the end of the trip, I suddenly turned around and saw lilac petals spinning and dancing lightly in the wind. Since then, there has been the fragrance and melancholy of lilacs in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Study a pool of clear waves and clear water and dip it in a red flower. Breeze and drizzle willow, describing the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. That small bridge flowing water, people will outline the most vivid Jiangnan water town. Walking in the misty and rainy Jiangnan, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water; Drizzle, moist, one side is gentle; Ladle willow, drunk and beautiful, will be the heart of generations. Jiangnan blue brick water town, small bridges inherit Jiangnan culture, flowing water breeds Jiangnan aura, and people continue Jiangnan customs. Alone in the west wing, flying flowers are like dreams, and rain is like sorrow. Looking around, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so light, so light, as ethereal as the wind, as blurred as a dream. Jiangnan's feelings are so thick, as drunk as wine and as graceful as poetry. Since then, misty rain has fascinated tourists from all over the world and fascinated ladies.
Rock the boat and borrow ten miles of wind. It's sound, and the song flies with the paddle and goes down the river. Just to travel all over the south of the Yangtze River, looking for the old dream of misty rain. Bow up, stand with negative hands, and white clothes are better than snow. When you are proud, the ship is far away, and the wind is blowing clothes. Looking at the two sides of the strait, the scenery is different at four o'clock, and there is no interest: it is misty and rainy in spring, and lotus flowers are everywhere in summer; Enjoy Sanqiu laurel in autumn and feel a cold snow in winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, unspeakable beauty can only be turned into poetic fragrance, floating in the rain and fading in the smoke for a long time. Crossing the small bridge and flowing water, the two oars spread the poetry, talents and feelings of Jiangnan one by one, allowing me to write its heart, understand its meaning and lead its spirit. Lost in the romance of the Tang Dynasty, holding the snowy moon of the Song Dynasty. Twenty-four bridges and bright moons, an old story of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, have been stained with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. For thousands of years, they have been poetic and intoxicated with words.
The misty rain in Jiangnan is the most beautiful. There are lotus flowers, different kinds of red, lotus leaves and infinite blue; There are river flowers, red is better than fire, and the river is as green as blue. There are willows here, misty and rainy; There is running water and a curved bridge; There are Su Causeway Xiao Chun, Pinghu autumn moon, Quyuan wind load, broken bridge and residual snow; Here, the willow waves fly and the three pools print the moon; Is there a midnight bell in Nanping and a sunset glow in Lei Feng? Just the imagination between the lines is enough to fascinate people and fascinate them. Lingxiu calligraphy, paradise on earth, very beautiful. When walking, I like Xizi Liu Di best. She stood gracefully by the water, like an out-of-touch beauty. The gentle breeze and the gentlest bow make pedestrians intoxicated and blush. The most important thing is that I turned around and looked back, so I fell in love with talented people and lost my romantic feelings. From then on, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a beautiful river, envied the immortals on earth; A touch of tenderness makes love fall into the world of mortals.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is brewing an emotional story, nourishing immortal legends and deducing gentle romance. Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, do you vaguely see them all over the mountains for love and make a wish for love, become a butterfly? In misty rain, love is like water and poetry, whether it is dragonfly or butterfly. A river of spring water, flowing, still gentle; Yellow flowers all over the ground, piled up like mountains, are still layers of thoughts. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has soaked the heart of poetry and drunk the tenderness. Who is walking in the snow under the hedge moon? Nanshan Xichou, who writes poetry in Linqing Spring? On the water side, who is singing the lotus picking song and who is humming Shaxi? Calm down and chew slowly, savor carefully, poetic, drunk than wine, and love is as sweet as honey. From then on, I can't get rid of a kind of acacia, but I can't get rid of two kinds of emotional troubles.
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