Jiangnan excellent composition

In normal study, work and life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. By writing, we can gather scattered thoughts together. How to write a good composition? The following is an excellent composition I compiled for you in Jiangnan, hoping to help you.

I never thought that it would be possible to encounter such snow in Suzhou, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that seems to have only apricot flowers and misty rain.

It snowed so heavily, as stubborn as a group of disobedient children and as determined as a group of brave soldiers. The attitude is touching and heroic, but he is eager and calm, and he has devoted himself to this unknown land from the blue sky without hesitation. In my memory, I have never seen such a big snowflake, which is a bit rough. I even think that the snow that should have appeared in the north will break the gentle and romantic artistic conception in Jiangnan, but where can I stand such affection? I have long been confused by this scene, and I can't tell whether it is vulgar or elegant.

The stone fences on both sides of the small bridge are inlaid with snowflakes, which seem to be unintentionally embellished, but in fact they are just right and beautiful!

There is snow embedded in the crevices of Qingshiban Street, which is seamless. Elf-like snowflakes also know how to comfort the lonely earth, so beautiful!

There are some old gentlemen drinking tea in the front yard, and the snow on the porcelain tea set looks particularly elegant and beautiful!

The charming sound of Kunqu opera came from the distant stage. Snowflakes spin in the sound, and snowflakes turn into notes, dancing gracefully in the music. Beautiful!

There are several young people standing under the street lamp. There is snow on their shoulders, but they don't care. They are singing poems. They are just classmates and teenagers. Beautiful!

This kind of snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful!

You see, this snow is reserved and cold, just like the general artistic conception of Nalan Rong Ruo's sentence "It's better in the cold, without roots and buds". This south of the Yangtze River is a place to dream. People can wait for a deep encounter with this snow without touching it easily.

Therefore, Jiangnan in the snow is perfect. Whether it's scenery, sounds or people ... "

I couldn't help reaching for a snowflake, which soon melted into a drop of water. Suddenly understand that snow is only the messenger of heaven and earth, but I don't want to be contaminated with the slightest entanglement in the world. If I get it, I'd rather turn it into water to make the purest farewell.

"This snow is not the kui is Jiangnan ..." I can't help mumbling.

The article is like a fairy from outside the sky, like a glimpse, like a snow melon, true and false, in one go. The author shows his love for Jiangnan snow to the extreme, full of affection and charm, as if the author had become a fairy snowflake floating everywhere.

Jiangnan Tianchi is one of the most famous scenic spots in Anji and even Zhejiang. She is located in the upper reservoir of Kaihuangping Pumped Storage Power Station on the eastern edge of Tianmu Mountain, ranking first in Asia and second in the world. At the top of the mountain at an altitude of 1900 meters, from the air, it looks like a huge spaceship moored in the vast bamboo sea with rippling blue waves, so it is called "Tianchi".

We set out from Tianhuangping, walked around the mountain by road, and took a bus for more than an hour to the top of the mountain. Our destination is not the upper reservoir of the pumped storage power station, but the open-air ski resort next to it. Ski resorts are particularly crowded, with two or three thousand people. Seen from a height, there seem to be colorful ants on the white carpet. I was worried that the tickets would be sold out, so I quickened my pace. When we arrived at the ski resort, people were everywhere, vying to buy tickets and rent equipment. After waiting for an hour, I started skiing after being "fully armed", but so many people even had difficulty walking, let alone skiing. I found a road with few people, with my legs together, leaning forward, holding a snow pole and struggling to hold it. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" I fly in the air. I thought I would fall into the air, but I didn't expect that I slipped down the slope of 100 meters and didn't hit anyone. Once again, I rushed over. I was unlucky this time and knocked down two people at once. Never mind, brush off the snow and continue to slide. This kind of near-miss stimulation can only be realized here. Tired of sliding, I stood in the gentle snow and watched others wrestle. It's really varied, some fell sideways, some collided with others, and some were about to collide, so I quickly threw away the sled and sat down in the snow.

I didn't stop playing until after four o'clock, and my legs and feet were weak.

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 3 I have experienced the magnificence of Mount Tai, the exquisiteness of Xiangshan and the noise of the city, but I have never read Jiangnan with a long history. A person has many complex, Jiangnan is a complex in my mid-term, a complex that drags me down.

Jiangnan is a charming word and a charming place. Today, I finally held hands with it. The mountains there are handsome, the water there is like a gentle girl, Jiangnan is the most beautiful paradise in the world, and I have a special liking for Jiangnan.

Walking into the south of the Yangtze River is like jumping into a colorful picture. If Jiangnan is a meaningful river, then Jiangnan is the faint music flowing on the strings. Holding hands in the south of the Yangtze River, I saw the dreamy water town, the amorous handsome men and beautiful women in Yang Liuan, the Maple Bridge full of affectionate guests and worries in the waves, and the moonlit night on the beautiful Twenty-four Bridges. ...

Long flowing water can't wash away the shadow of the small building last night. It has experienced the storms of Tang and Song Dynasties, waiting for the years of history. No one will forget the past, present and future crystallization of countless hard workers. The stone road at the foot twists and turns to the future, telling the unfinished story, and the lingering sound makes your heart fly.

How many talented people and beautiful women are fascinated by this fascinating and fleeting paradise! How many poets compete to recite it and carve it! Join hands with Jiangnan, and you will find that it is really a lovely paradise! The water here is a tender woman, and the mountains here are stalwart and handsome men, and the mountains and rivers blend harmoniously into a perfect swan song. Jiangnan itself is a natural and beautiful painting with an ancient charm. How can you not let people get entangled in it?

Oblique halo, long river. When I was building a unique river, I opened the old window and recited a poem by Li Yu. I wonder if it's still the feeling of spring flowers and autumn moon?

Jiangnan is a mysterious and gorgeous teenager, so you can't wait to hug her; Jiangnan is a handsome and tall man, and you can't help holding her hand. It takes a careful heart to hold hands and taste Jiangnan.

In this way, with the hard feelings in my heart, I took the faint hand of Jiangnan and came to Jiangnan, where I had been in love for a long time.

Jiangnan 4 1 excellent composition

She stood on the bridge with an umbrella. It is a very old bridge, which witnessed the history of Jiangnan. She was dressed in a cheongsam, simple and exquisite, with dark clouds in the sky and frown, like an angry old man. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the dark sky makes the street more desolate. Suddenly, there was thunder and pedestrians rushed home, but she was still standing on the bridge, staring at somewhere, waiting, with only one belief in her heart: he would come. It's getting dark, and several families have turned on their lights. Several fishing boats in the river have docked and are busy eating dinner. After a long time, she still kept her original posture, standing motionless on the bridge like a sculpture, quietly waiting for her lover.

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She cried, and God cried, accompanied by her crying: slow, slow, slow ... Once, she liked rain very much, maybe that was her name. Mother told her that it was spring when she was born, and it was raining that day. Old people say "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". Then, she had such a poetic name as "after the rain clears up", not to mention in the water town of Jiangnan. She turned and looked at the river. Raindrops fell on the water, rippling slightly, and sounded a short and touching melody. She still held up her umbrella and lay on her back. Raindrops hit her face and rolled down her cheeks with tears. She remembers their love. It was raining like this on the day they met. Now that I think about it, "Rain" seems to be the witness of their love. In this fragile south of the Yangtze River, they held it carefully.

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The rain stopped, the dawn shone on her and she smiled. Laugh sad, sad. She waited for him all night, a long wait, endless wait, but it was a long night and intermittent rain. ...

Get up this morning, the rain has been falling silently. I grew up in the mild and warm sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River, so I am afraid of the cold in winter. Especially the rain in winter, even in the south of the Yangtze River, is cold.

After being dry for half a winter, I thought that the sky could always be bright, that the sky in the south of the Yangtze River would never cry, and that there was still half an autumn before it rained, so I resigned my sadness. I don't know what to expect, but I can't escape after all.

Childish, face sank, tears streamed away, accompanied by whining.

There should be no rain in the south of the Yangtze River at the end of winter, because when it rains, it is cold, lazy, cold in color, sad and crying.

The sky in Jiangnan is no longer blue, Jiangnan is no longer what it was in the 1980 s and 1990 s, there are no more oil-paper umbrellas and no more heartbroken bridges. It's raining hard, rustling, rustling ... mumbling, like a distant blues.

Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, pattering, pattering, splashed on the high-rise building of steel bars, splashed on the asphalt pier of cement, splashed on the windshield of the car in a hurry. Frozen, cold, cold, wiped clean.

What role did the rain in the south of the Yangtze River play in the prosperous Ma Rulong? Is that a happy couple? Or a disgruntled woman with a sad face?

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the banana indus that once sang and laughed, where can we find the fragrant grass and red flowers now?

The rain in Jiangnan, the language in Jiangnan, we can't hear, we can't hear. ...

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 6 The sky is blue, setting off the quiet Jiangnan. It's also cyan.

Everything is so clear, so light, so natural and so beautiful. Soft lines outline the town in the rain. Leaning against dangerous buildings, listening to the wind and rain alone. The rain hits the banana and pulls the screen window, and the south window penetrates the Pearl Lake, with a little fragrance. Look at the red and wet place, colorful, Yu Di flying in the dark, the pavilion is clear with color, leading the ancient road. Everything in the ink is so beautiful.

Green Liuxia, shiny green slate flows into the distance, and I can't tell whether it is the sky or the road. I'm curious, but I'm afraid I'll get out of this splash-ink painting that reflects this road. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I boarded the stone arch bridge that was pulled into a whole circle by Jiangnan, breathing the peace of the water, lest the misty rain disperse. Life is very helpless-always get it in a hurry and lose it in a hurry

Jiangnan, with its delicate sadness, can't stand it, so it's better to look at it more indifferently. I don't want anything, I just hope it will never end, so that my interest can always exist. If you never had it, how could you lose it? The better, the better. It's even more regrettable to lose it.

Jiangnan is picturesque, so graceful. The misty rain cleared away, and the wet safflower was so pleasant that I couldn't help putting away my umbrella and pursuing the way when I came, but I couldn't find it. I suddenly realized that I should go, but I can't stay after all.

Several blue and white flowers were embroidered in the sky, and Cui Yu was polished. Outside the fence, among the plantains, the monotonous ticking stopped on the moss on the roadside. Little did I know that I hurried into another heaven.

Accompanied by the drizzle in winter, my parents and I came to Dangkou ancient town to play.

As soon as I arrived in front of the ancient town, two golden characters "Dangkou" came into view, and the antique gatehouse immediately made me feel a solemn and elegant atmosphere of the ancient town.

Walking on the ancient bluestone road, listening to the sound of water dripping from the black tile eaves on both sides, and feeling the coolness of the drizzle floating from the face, the ancient town of Dangkou in the rain is really poetic. We walked along Qingshi Road, stepped onto a small bridge, stood on the bridge and looked out. The winding river is endless, and classical small buildings stand quietly on both sides of the river. The mottled walls show traces of time, exactly like the Jiangnan water town I remembered when I was a child. This small bridge, flowing water and people must have evoked many childhood memories!

Along the rows of brick houses, more and more strong Jiangnan breath came to my face, stirring the nerves of my memory. Listen, the sound of running water is a song of my childhood; Look, this ancient stone road is my childhood memory. Black tiles and white walls are my favorite color; Green water bridge is my deepest miss. My mother couldn't help sighing: "Alas, this small bridge is really beautiful, but it's a pity that there is not much scenery now. When we were young ... "My parents' memories of childhood came from time to time. I listened, but I was so eager to go back to my parents' childhood and relive their carefree and innocent happiness at that time.

It's getting late. Look back at Dangkou ancient town in the misty rain when you leave. It wears a mysterious and ancient veil and still stands there quietly. After hundreds of years of wind and frost, its development has precipitated a rich culture, and its history has also witnessed the dreams of several generations. Reluctantly, I embarked on the journey home. One day, I will return to my dream hometown.

Excellent compositions of Jiangnan No.8 Middle School are common in Qi Wang's family, and Cui has heard them several times before.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Going south, Du Fu, dressed in rags, stood on a tattered wooden boat, carrying his family and facing the warm spring breeze, fled to Jiangnan, a familiar and strange place.

Jiangnan in spring, as many poets have said, is like a delicate painting, with light wind and flowing water and long grass and warblers flying.

The breeze blows through the flowers, and the bright red petals are separated from the branches and leaves, and they go with the wind and don't know where to go. Du Fu looked at this scene, as if a once prosperous but now fragmented country appeared in front of him. Seeing the broken mountains and rivers, the spring of vegetation, the panic of soldiers, the cries of the people, the roar of soldiers, the screams of war horses and the splash of blood, these memories came back to Du Fu's eyes, and his clothes were wet with helpless tears.

The ship is about to dock. Suddenly, a string of beautiful songs came to Du Fu's ears. "This song ..." Du Fu frowned thoughtfully. Li Guinian! Du Fu shouted and ran along the song.

It's him! I saw Li Guinian tapping on the trunk with a branch in his hand, humming a song. The song is still the same as before, but he is a little hoarse and vicissitudes. He is still the same, but his temples are gray and his face is covered with wrinkles. Villagers see villagers, with tears in their eyes, and they both look at each other and cry. There are endless words: "Why are you here? How have you been recently? What are you doing now? "

Du Fu talked and thought, lost in deep memories. At that time, he was a high-spirited teenager. Once he climbed to the top, people would see how magnificent it was to see all the people at once. At that time, Li Guinian was also in the red class. An Shi rebellion, national chaos, people displaced. At the age of seven, poetry became stronger, and the self-confidence of singing Phoenix disappeared, leaving only the village where stones were thrown at dusk, and the officials were angry at arresting people at night.

The green hills in the distance are still shining with green light, but people are gone. Life seems to be just a fallen flower, drifting here with the wind and suddenly disappearing.

The past days are like a dream, let it go with the wind and stay in the fallen flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. ...

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 9 Hello! I am Bai Juyi, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty! I believe everyone knows my "Back to the South"! Have you been moved by the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in the poem? So today, let me take you to the beautiful south of the Yangtze River and enjoy the unique beauty there!

First of all, we saw the peach trees by the river, and the branches were full of peach blossoms. Clusters of pink peach blossoms bloom like pink hats of peach trees, bringing beautiful colors to spring! Looking down from the top, it's as if you were there, lying in a boundless sea of flowers, enjoying the sunshine. Such a beautiful scenery must make you feel relaxed and happy.

Wait ... don't go yet. When the sun comes out, there will be more surprises waiting for you!

After about two or three hours, the sun rises between the sky and the clouds. At noon, in a short time, the original pink flower sea immediately turned into a raging fire, burning with passion. Jumping sparks are like lively elves. They dance happily with the breeze, ups and downs, up and down, dazzling you.

Walking into the depths of the sea of flowers, you will find a piece of green satin, as green as in a painting. If you go in and have a look, you can also find some lifelike fish in the satin! Going a little further, I only heard a splash of water droplets, and I immediately reacted. It felt like "fish swimming in the water and people walking in the painting."

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. 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. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 10 The ridge of the window is the habitat of light rain, gradually covered with a layer of hazy yarn, and slowly winds into the depths of the alley. Like a continuous green hill, locked in the fog of constant sadness, the obsession in my heart is like a vine, which goes deep into the alley of "light rain in the sky" This scene is like the tidbits of lilacs, rich and fragrant. ...

The mist in the morning is like a gauze, which is beautiful. The water drops seem to solidify on the moss of the slate, crystal clear, giving people a trace of warmth. Holding an umbrella alone, I let the wind fall in the rain, but there was no silence, no rustling poetry, no blue sky with clouds and clouds.

Like water, it floats in the canoe of life. Walking, I want to lift her mysterious veil and see her elegant demeanour. Smooth slate, there is a solemn lion in front of the door; The gray walls are painted monotonous, but the fine products are beautiful.

Stopping in the small pavilion beside me, the long rain also melted into a little sadness. I put my umbrella down from my shoulder and gently wiped the water off the pattern. Lilac, a white and purple flower moistened by rain, blooms in the dream heart in a trance. If the talented people in the south of the Yangtze River are as sentimental as a teenage girl. I saw it through the veil in a trance.

Walking silently and unconsciously through this rainy alley, the classical breath is like the faint ink of ancient paintings, but the simple gray tone is innocent. I held my breath, as if I had walked into a sacred church, and my soul was as noble as purple. Walk through the rain lane, see through the bustling world of mortals, and find a different "paradise" in Jiangnan.

Like wandering in a dream, wandering in this rainy lane, looking for your mysterious trace. Like cloves, though melancholy, they are fragrant.

Excellent composition in Jiangnan 1 1 Jiangnan. Jiangnan.

Jiangnan, just like its name, with a soft accent, is deeply rooted in the hearts of every Jiangnan son and daughter. Just like the water vapor floating in the bath on a spring night, it is innocent and enchanting with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel excited.

My first impression of Jiangnan seems to come from a drizzly trip to learn Chinese characters. If the lake is still and frozen, the hazy mountains in the distance are blue and undulating. When the truth comes out, Jiangnan in dreams is often confused with reality.

Jiangnan in the dream.

It was a woman kneeling by the stream, rubbing gauze clothes with her hands on the washboard, and thin sweat stuck her long black hair to her temples. Occasionally, her face suddenly tilted slightly, and that faint sweet smile overflowed her mouth.

Jiangnan in the dream.

It was a sad and thin poet, who dropped blue tears into the endless lake, and his pale face seemed to be blurred by the water town. He has too many beautiful dreams and too many helpless frustrations. His life is boundless, but what he can't forget is the elegance and gentleness of Jiangnan water town.

Jiangnan in the dream.

It was an awning boat that passed slowly under the stone bridge, with an old man rowing at the stern, wearing a navy robe and a black felt hat. The small and antique hull drives the water waves to ripple round and round and gradually disappear into the fog. The pale blue sky leisurely echoed with the hoarse voice of the old boatman disappearing.

Jiangnan in the dream.

It is the sparkling cold light on the fireworks lake; It is the loneliness and fragrance beside the winding path; It's a passing cloud by the light blue stone bridge ...

I am a woman raised in Jiangnan. I don't have much sonority and firmness, but I am beautiful and safe, and I have too many impressions of Jiangnan.

However, I hope that from now on, don't forget that all this has memories of Jiangnan flavor. I will never forget where I was born and raised, whether I am in the cold and dry northern Tibetan Plateau, in the neon-lit exotic streets, or in the future cold and foggy London port. There are stone bridges and flowing water, green distant mountains and red peach blossoms, and a faint mist.

It also has a beautiful name, called Jiangnan.

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 12 A faint mist hangs over this sentimental Jiangnan town. I sat on a cruise ship, facing the breeze.

I thought it was just an ordinary Jiangnan water town, but at this moment, I think I was wrong.

The town in the fog is even more graceful. The clear water gently pushed the boat. I walked to the bow and looked at the arch bridge in the distance. There was silence all around, only the gurgling sound of water, and the fishing boatman shook his paddle and splashed. I couldn't help but close my eyes and hum a tune. Suddenly I heard the sound of the piano coming from the shore. I looked around, but I didn't know where it came from. I only heard this song echoing gracefully.

The morning breeze on both sides of the strait is dotted with lights, and the Gu Lou in and out exudes a kind of elegant agility. The piano is playing faster and faster, and the building has disappeared in the foggy sea. I can only see some faint lights, dancing and singing there. At this time, my mood is also singing and dancing.

The rich loess plateau is unpretentious, where you can't find such gentle fog.

Gradually, I got lost in this white world, and I couldn't help humming in a low voice: there are many beautiful people in the mountains and rivers, and countless heroes compete to bend over. ...

Turning the stone bridge, the piano became soft and clear. Small town, this time is the most charming time. The fog turned into a veil. It began to rain lightly again. At this time, fog is not fog, and flowers are not flowers. Looking into the distance, there are several wooden boats moored, which gently touch each other from time to time, giving out a burst of Benedict's voice. The breeze blew, blowing the trees, flowers, lights and buildings on the shore. Suddenly, flowers scattered on the earth, turned into tender butterflies on the horizon, and flew to distant mountains with faint beauty. ...

Jiangnan Excellent Composition 13 "Thousands of trees bloom in the easterly night and stars fall like rain" is a brightly lit Jiangnan.

"Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water" is the depressed south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe it's better than I thought. It just added its own name.

Being here, I'm no stranger to it, maybe I'm just familiar with it and haven't read it carefully. "The deep autumn rain is a thousand curtains, and the sunset tower is a flute wind." It's foggy and rainy here, so I may come here often in spring. The West Lake is tender as water, and people's courtesy is like a dream, and people stay with it for a long time. Not as good as "the river that never returns, the waves have gone!" But it is still comparable to streams and lakes. If you quietly kill this intoxicating residue here, you might as well break the bridge. Although there is no poetry of Can Xue and no enthusiasm of Jiao Yang, it may just be the moist feeling of drizzle hanging on my forehead.

Water may be the master of Jiangnan. When a mountain turns over, it is water, and water bypasses mountains, rivers, mountains and jade bone. Lingge accompanied by erhu on the bridge may be quiet, desolate, melancholy or longing. Many thoughts spread out in the palm of your hand, and the boat in your heart glides across Qian Shan with the wind. The drizzle is hazy, walking on the bluestone road with an oil-paper umbrella in hand and walking through the deep alley. Splash of water flew on it, making hair unkempt. Several children ran across the oily stone road, giving out a burst of light smiles, decorating the road with flowers, and the breath in the deep alley was thick on the branches, so that pedestrians who wore branches and blew willows could walk among the flowers and smell the breath of birds. The quaint towering mountains stand there, standing upright in the wind, and there is almost a transpiration beauty in the rain, floating in the whole sky. The black Wu Peng boat rippled in the water, enjoying the smoke-filled town color.

Jiangnan excellent composition 14 has three products to Jiangnan, which three products? Character, water and house goods, I remember when I was a child, I came to this sacred land-Jiangnan water town, where people were short of goods and enjoyed surpassing them.

The people here are really enthusiastic. We sat on the boat and enjoyed the magnificent scenery on both sides of the strait. The breeze is blowing the grass, and the drizzle says hello to us. It's really a fairyland where young trees dance in the wind and rain. The boatman came over to introduce us to the classic legends and the local customs of the food here, and we listened with relish. Thousands of our problems have long since left us. I heard this and thought, "It's really a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it is not a fairyland, it is better than a fairyland! " A slender boat is swimming in the clear water. I sat on the delicate bow, watching the sand and stones in the water and dancing with the fish swimming in the water. At this time, I don't know where I am unhappy. Putting your hands in the water is really cool. A few sips is beautiful. "This water is so sweet and refreshing!" Then I started to purr, and I couldn't eat any more. Suddenly, I got a Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish that just came out of the water. It's really delicious. I forgot that I had just had enough, so I began to gobble. I looked up and everyone was looking at me. I scratched my head embarrassedly, smiled and said, "This fish is delicious. Everyone should eat it. Don't just look at me! " Then I came to the old house by the river. Suddenly, it took me a long time. Not only is the exterior of the room antique, but the room is also an ancient world. The table is ancient, the stool is ancient and the bed is ancient. This is really antique everywhere, and the colors of ancient wind are everywhere.

Time flies, the past of the trip has passed for so long, and I still remember it in my heart. Jiangnan is really good, and the scenery used to be familiar. 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. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiangnan Yougou 15 Bridge

Bridge is a dream that stops, and bridge culture ripples from here. The graceful posture is that women are dancing, the clever posture is that rainbows are drinking water by the stream, rust is precipitation, and lasting power is the power of tenderness. How much laughter, national hatred and family sorrow your petite and stalwart body bears. Willo Yiyi. Shaded by green houses and tiles; Small broken sun, curling smoke, calling for the late arrival of Wu Peng's boat; The road by the river leads leisurely to tall people in the distance. The boat is walking leisurely below, and people are walking gently on the floor, just like in the picture. ...

Flowing water

Things that flowed from the south of the Yangtze River flowed into Bai Juyi's memories of the south of the Yangtze River: "At sunrise, the flowers on the river beat the fire, and in spring, the river was as blue as blue." The flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River has maintained the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, without arrogance or rashness. Completely like a small jasper, when talking, her lips are slightly open, and when walking, she is a golden lotus. Later, the river opened its mouth when it entered the sea, and Jony J Jasper gradually became a charming woman, spreading her charm between gestures. The running water showed her a subtle beauty, neither supercilious nor ostentatious. This is the character of the whole Jiangnan.

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Simple Jiangnan people have romantic fantasies. Jiangnan girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, took a bite, looked forward to it with beautiful eyes and smiled skillfully. She posed for washing clothes in the flowing water, hummed a little song about washing clothes, and smiled softly in the sunset. Since ancient times, there have been many talented people in Jiangnan, and the world can't compete with ten. Nine Ridges in the South of the Yangtze River are romantic. Some people say that "the southeast is charming, and the woman has a man", which is true, but it is not. Here, we got out of the poetic and alcoholic Wu, a proud scholar, and Qiu Jin, who was willing to spend a lot of money to buy nod. Let's cry. The chapter on the previous page has faded with the silence of the notes, and the chapter on the next page will be written by us for you.

How many chapters have my Jiangnan sung in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and how many times have I been graceful and restrained in the historical picture; My Jiangnan is a short song in the rain, in which there are fishermen boating on the river and woodcutter wading early. I am in the gentle south of the Yangtze River, like a cup of whispering wine full of tea rhyme. Jiangnan, I am proud of you.