Yu Yan Jiangnan articles

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. The following is the article I compiled for you, I hope you like it.

Yu Yan Jiangnan Part I: Jiangnan, Yu Yan

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. Part of it is in the Jiangnan water town with blue bricks and tiles. 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. Listening to the spring rain, the dream becomes tenderness. Sparse hedge under the moon, walking through the light snow; Nan Shan Xi Tian, Lin Qing Chun and Poetry. 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.

Looking back, the smoke is drifting away, but my heart is still in Jiangnan and I don't want to go home. Nowhere, I stole some tenderness from Jiangnan, cut some breeze from Jiangnan, caught some drizzle from Jiangnan, hid it in my dream, buried it in my heart, quietly brewed it into an intoxicating daughter red, and never woke up.

Yu Yan Jiangnan Part II: Jiangnan, Yu Yan

First, the broken bridge love

On the moonlit night, insects are silent and the breeze pulls the curtain.

A little graceful sadness emanating from the bones is like a needle and thread dancing in the hands of an ancient Jiangnan embroidered mother, weaving a northern man's mind so delicately and softly.

Brew a pot of faint jasmine tea, light a dim candlelight, let the tea smoke curl and the candlelight sway. I sat in the corner of the night, smelling the shallow book in my hand.

Classical and graceful words pull the vines of thoughts and stir my tenderness, forcing me to walk into the wet long road on this blurred moonlit night, softly calling for the beauty of the water side, and looking for a fresh place in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the depths of drunken dreams.

In the drizzle, I saw it! A handsome scholar in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella and holding hands with a woman as beautiful as lilac, performed a tearful love scene on a broken bridge in the rain?

Can a piece of pure land cover up the eternal love? Why today, I saw a sentimental scholar gently wiping the tearful eyes of a woman in her arms with trembling fingers?

In that endless cycle, in the depths of the world of mortals, will that unforgettable love really disappear at the moment when the world closes its eyes?

Don't! Never! ! For thousands of years, it has been vivid in the poet's poems and in the beautiful picture painted by Dan Qing's wonderful hands. Time flies, time goes by, and the story that happened on the broken bridge is still circulating in the wind?

Second, the fishing boat sings late

There is a faint tea girl on the bridge who is quietly independent. Wang Qing's eyes are like water, faint black powder is like smoke, and there is a trace of sadness in his brow. It is pure and sad, as soft as poetry and as beautiful as painting.

At this moment, even if I am gifted, it is difficult to carve your charming face!

I can't help but ask which woman is this? Who do you miss? Unconsciously, melodious Yuediao and melodious Huangmei opera came from the riverside painting boat. I'm drunk. What is this misty rain? What kind of paradise on earth is this?

On the far water, there are several fishing stars, and in the quiet night sky, there is an elegant and quaint fishing song.

I want to jump on a gondola, carrying a boat full of bright moon and swinging all the way. With the sound of the awning boat and the beautiful image reflected on the river, I want to find out who is stroking the blue river with the slender hands like lotus roots. Whose fishing fire is that old song that the fishing boat sings late?

Third, Jiangnan drunk dream

Where is the embroidered mother in Jiangnan?

I took off the clouds in the night sky in the south of the Yangtze River and gave you a pair of dexterous hands, woven into a red veil.

I am a Jiangnan woman! Marry you when my daughter opens the altar. I was fascinated by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River thousands of years ago, and I was fascinated by your legendary story.

When I want to come to you, I will use my words and my poems to draw a beautiful picture of Jiangnan for the world.

But a breeze blew and blew out the candlelight. The river is still blue, and the past is like smoke?

Yu Yan Jiangnan Part III: Jiangnan, Yu Yan

When it comes to Jiangnan, people always think of rainy days first, as if seeing Daiyu frown, not sad but sad. The lingering weather is like this lingering emotion. Melancholy fragrance is like melancholy thoughts. Jiangnan euphemistically, the sky in Jiangnan is much more fragile. There is no yellow sand in the north, and there are few clear skies in Wan Li. However, before that, I only heard everything in Jiangnan, only a northerner heard it. In fact, I've always wanted to walk into the heart of Jiangnan, and now I finally got my wish.

It's the first time to taste the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River at such a close distance. In my memory, it should be the season of peach and willow green.

? In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the rainy weather soaked the lonely heart, silenced the feelings of words, increased alienation, increased introversion, and increased self-restraint and sadness. ? I don't know which poet portrayed the misty rain in March in Jiangnan. Although I don't fully understand it, this smell of China has made me fully think about it. Of course, this smell has gradually taken root in my heart, so my heart has become wet and my feelings have become dull.

Listening to the rain outside the window, I really feel that bananas have caused showers. It's raining, rustling, hazy outside the window, raindrops kissing the window, and the light music in the room and the sound of tapping the keyboard can be so harmonious. Perhaps, there is rain downstairs mixed with flowers, just across the curtain, if there is no one can guess. Quietly facing the misty rain, watching the tea in the cup rise and fall like life, I imagine its leisure.

Although I grew up in the thick north, I still like the rain, the rainy season, the freshness of the rain and the lingering of the rainy season. At this time, a person's figure is lonely and lonely, but loneliness and sadness are not mine alone. Perhaps it is also a masterpiece of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River!

If there is a dream, there is no trace in a flash, just like the misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River. Although lingering, it can't resist the passage of time after all, which makes people want to find some comfort and find the kind of scene written in the poem. There is unforgettable love in the smog in March, and I also left a sad figure holding up an oil-paper umbrella in the ancient bluestone alley, just.

Suddenly I remembered a little poem,

It's still raining outside/always waking up in my sleep/thinking of you/in this endless night/thinking of you/in this rainy season/?

The sound of rain outside the window/seems to tell our past story/the parting of the pavilion/the tears you shed for me/have dripped into my heart/the day we met in Sophora japonica/is it your lifelong oath?

Rain in March/Like my thoughts/Looking for your shadow in the thousands of strands/The sky is far away/I can still smell your fragrance/I can still hear your breath/I can't stop it/In this sleepless night/

I don't know, which poet sings for his lover?

The above is the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River that I compiled for you. I hope it will help you!