Sentences describing misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

Sentences about misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Standing on the green slate and listening to the deep bell, we walked through the long streets in the 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 like an ancient meaning that people can't bear to witness.

2, look carefully, the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaf is bright and bright. 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.

3, you see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, green bamboo, piece by piece, clump by clump, 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.

This spring rain is unhurried and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, wrapped in cotton like a breeze, gently soaking and nourishing the 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.

Maybe, 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.

6. In the misty rain, the beautiful past, such as lilac tidbits, floats away, 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.

7. 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, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, and there is endless silvery white everywhere.

8, apricot flowers, too fragile, 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 this woman: charming skin, graceful dancing, touching voice, graceful figure, caressing the elegant quiet piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing beautiful books without losing domineering, depicting exquisite workmanship, lifelike, unique painting, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.

9. 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. The wind gently drops a little red and the beauty is drifting away.

10, in the silent night, the spring rain of "rustling sand" awakened the earth: the grass greedily sucked the rain and dew and thrived; Flowers are swaying in the wind and are in bud; Willow with new leaves like hair and hair like a dog, in the bright moonlight like water, facing the butter-like drizzle, dancing with long sleeves, like a graceful lady ... Isn't this the true portrayal of "sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently"?

1 1. The rain falls gently on the small lotus pond in Fish among the Lotus Leaves, splashing bright little water and jumping and rolling on the emerald lotus leaves. A little careless, "jingle", rolled to "under the bed", scared the fish to flee everywhere, 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.

12, March in Jiangnan, drizzling. 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 of drizzle and the entanglement of filar silk 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.

13, the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so provoking and silent. 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.

14, the rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on 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.

15, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the footsteps of raindrops are also slow and lazy. However, it is still floating in the sky, perhaps disorderly or orderly. Looking from the railing, water and sky are one color, and things and I are one. 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.

16, misty rain and steam blocked our sight, only heard the sound of "tick" or "rustling sand" and smelled the fresh and moist fragrance. The shore of the lake is like smoke, and the willows twist their soft waist slightly in the breeze and drizzle, so that the rain can bathe and let the water drip from her, and the spring rain can pour the most beautiful nectar in the world all over her body. At this time, there is no Xiao Yue, there is no residual wind, there is the peristalsis of life recovery and everything recovery, and there is a happy smile of young life in the cradle of spring rain. Yes, we are all enjoying the incomparable natural breath-the smell of spring rain.

17, drizzle flying to the earth, natural and unrestrained. It is as light as Niu Yi's hair, as thin as a flower needle, as soft as a soft, greasy and shiny, which is hard to ponder.

18, with the spring rain, mountains and rivers meet 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.

19, drizzly, hazy as if to see lilacs swaying gently in the rain, drizzly sprinkled among lilacs, like smoke, 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.

20. The apricot blossoms are exhausted, leaving only a pale yellow memory, soaked in the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything was still confused, the dancer who danced like a spring rain brought a piece of silk. Looking at Jiangnan, it seems like a budding dream. Wan Li is blue and hazy in a bit of entanglement, 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 ushers in a 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.

The second sentence 1 About the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. As soon as I entered the town, I smelled a smell of Jiangnan. After crossing Wolong Bridge, I strolled in Beizha Street and Jiangwharf, and three or two women beat clothes with mallets. On the shore, plumes of white smoke were emitted from coal stoves. The winding green hills in the distance are faintly visible, and a touch of setting sun is sprinkled from the hills, which is quite artistic.

2. If the night in Zhouzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River is a gentle woman, then the night by Fujiang River in Suining is a young man full of masculinity. If the night in Jiangnan is a pipa to us, then the night in Fujiang is a fierce gong and drum!

3. Xitang's specialty is also famous at home and abroad! For example, tofu flower, stinky tofu, Bazhen cake, Euryale ferox cake and so on. Oh, especially stinky tofu and Euryale ferox cake. A piece of golden stinky tofu is coated with a layer of Chili sauce. Take a bite. It's crisp, smelly and fragrant. It's delicious! Tourists eat while walking, and the whole ancient town is filled with that attractive fragrance. And the cake is full, soft, refreshing and delicious, which really makes people drool.

4. The slate is clear, and all kinds of slate are naturally put together. The high and low stone road leads the road to a new corner. There are many colors of slate, such as cyan, pure and flawless, black in green and bright green in green. Looking closely, I seem to hear a gentle knock, as if I saw the rings of the years.

5. The quiet wind blows all over the south of the Yangtze River, the sadness and faint cries of the old vines, the distance of the small bridge and the joy of the lotus leaf field. In these countless moments, Jiangnan has transformed into another clean world, and he summarized the outline of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, an affectionate paradise, breeds simple and kind human beings, whether it is the law of life at sunrise and sunset, or the hobby of poetry, chess and painting; Whether it is exquisite and beautiful food culture or exquisite garden art, the unique cultural heritage of the water town is opening a window to the world, and a strong cultural atmosphere spreads all over the world.

6. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are only green bamboos, patches, 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.

7. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River 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.

My first impression of this small town in the south of the Yangtze River is antique. In the rainy dusk, the town is like a beautiful girl walking in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

9. 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.

10, the rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on 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.

1 1, March in Jiangnan, drizzling. 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.

12. Stroll through Nanxun Old Street, and the river is not far from your feet. As a water town, there must be wind. The slightest breeze swept across the water, making the river crow's feet, which was very interesting.

13, 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.

14, Old Town Street, known as "Fujian First Street". The ancient street is more than 600 meters long and 6-8 meters wide. The middle of the street is paved with bluestone slabs. From north to south, it forms a "nine bends and thirteen bends", just like a dragon soaring in the air. On both sides of the ancient street, nearly 100 cobblestone alleys crisscross, long or short, wide or narrow, with high walls and narrow lanes, which are simple and remote.

15, the path of the bluestone slab, the willow tree of Yiyi, the clear river and the exquisite hut constitute the most romantic artistic conception of Zhouzhuang! There are many vendors on both sides of the path, which makes this town look so harmonious and lively.

16, stepping on the rambling bluestone path, recalling Jiangnan when I was young, is also so elegant. On both sides of the river, there are many boats moored, and several boatmen are shaking their boats sparsely, waiting for tourists. They exude simple innocence and have the oldest quality in Jiangnan.

17, 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.

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

19 is a folk song full of local flavor of Nanwuyi, which has been sung from far away until now; It is a simple pearl, from far away to today; It is a museum with a long history, shaking off the dust and leaving behind precious things. It is a peaceful ancient town that miraculously preserved more than 300 ancient houses in Ming and Qing Dynasties.

20. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the footsteps of raindrops are slow and lazy. 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.

2 1, take off your shoes, step barefoot on the calm stone road, and feel the gentleness of this ancient town like a woman in Tang Jiangnan. That's another pleasant thing, which is quite different from watching a waltz. What is that? It should be gentle and quiet. It's as quiet as if it doesn't exist here, but her beauty can't be ignored.

22. With the spring rain, mountains and rivers meet 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.

23. 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.

At the end of the road, there is a stage that has been neglected for a long time. The edge of the forest is overgrown with weeds, empty and dark. When the candle is lit, the flame is swaying in the wind coming in from the hole in the wall ... The glory of this stage has turned into dust on the wood and will remain in people's memory forever.

25. But petals are like her face and willow leaves are like her eyebrows. She was born in an ordinary family in a small town in Jiangnan. She has a stupid father and a loving mother. She often wears a coarse blue cloth sewn by her mother and carries a boat to the end of the lotus pond. Picking delicate lotus flowers with her white hands. Her name is Mu Furong, but people call her a lotus picker.

26. In the ancient town, even the paths paved with bluestone slabs are so antique. Gorgeous high-heeled shoes collide with the bluestone, making a "bang" sound, but it sounds like a piano playing fairy notes. They laughed and ran, as beautiful as dancing sunshine on the city wall and dancing a gorgeous waltz.

27. When you walk into heping town, you will still be amazed at its traditional culture, simple folk customs and rich specialties. The "Peace Academy" is still full of books in the sleeves of the villagers, and the folk custom of respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching permeates the students. The reading atmosphere here is rich, the style of writing is booming, and people are outstanding. From the Tang Dynasty to the abolition of the imperial examination, 137 Jinshi were peacefully produced, which was known as the "hometown of Jinshi". There are quite rich folk literature, folk music, drama and dance relics here. There are more than 70 kinds of dances, mainly including ancient painting lanterns, Qiao Qi lanterns, walking on stilts, and knife dancing. What is particularly precious is Nuo dance, which began in the slave society under peaceful preservation and can be described as a living fossil of ancient culture. Peasant wine, peace carp, peace tofu, peace rice noodles, etc. Let tourists appreciate the leisure and warmth of the Millennium ancient town.

28. The tile house is clean and has grey walls. There are neat and orderly tiles on the wooden shelf, which are neither monotonous nor boring. A simple and clear feeling welled up in my mind. This kind of beauty: it is a kind of characteristic beauty. The joints of wooden beams are littered with lifelike faucets, which means that a person flies like a dragon. The wooden frame is carved with exquisite patterns, which is pleasing to the eye. What a beautiful scenery ... the name makes people feel comfortable.

29. The spring rain was unhurried and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, as lingering as 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.

30. The red in front of me seems to be rippling in circles. This is the culture of Jiangnan people! A quiet city will at least not be buried or disappeared because of the existence of these red life. It is culture that builds Jiangnan, art that deepens Jiangnan, and emotion that perfects Jiangnan. Grandma said that paper-cutting needs patience, care and perseverance. The demure and elegance of Jiangnan is the delicate feelings of Jiangnan people and the dribs and drabs of cultural accumulation over countless years. She has her own feelings, her own personality and her own dreams.