Passionate with me looking for Jiangnan

This time, I am really moving. If your back is gone, my thoughts come and go.

Entering you, as promised in previous lives, Yingying has one, and the words are not spoken. Rain Lane, once thought that lonely haze only knows. And you are not lonely, because of this beautiful and poetic Jiangnan, just like your delicate name.

If the dust is cloud, the mountains are like mountains, the clouds are made, and the mountains are around the clouds. The mountains are connected, the heart is stunned; the dreams are dreaming, the magic is like the fairy dust; the Liumei swaying, the fragrant soul accompanied, the red dust flowing, drunk Jiangnan. Jiangnan has always been a dream that I can't hold. Even on the road, even if it is in front of you.

Still feeling is the illusory beauty, the bank, the carved window, the white jade bar. Ancient town, Xiaoqiao, Yangliuyiyi. In the impression, Jiangnan is a season of smoke and rain. No need for prosperity, no need for too much noise, only the soul's mutual dependence and obedience.

The bluestone plate is still the same, the ancient alley is far-reaching, the blue print cloth, but the woman in the poem with the oil-paper umbrella and the lilac-like sadness is not seen. If you break the old time, the flying flower is like a dream, the faint eyes, why can't you wipe it off?

Standing on the shore of the vast West Lake, I have been watching for a long time. What am I looking for? Thanks to the distant building, the willow branches are frivolous, and the wind is blowing in infinite dusk. In the wind, Yu Ting, in the attachment, let indulge. Low, sparse flowers, smiles, and blink of an eye. The heart is scattered in the boundlessness, and the mountains are as far away as the mountains.

The beauty of nature is in Jiangnan. The spirit of the show, the deep painting, the quality of the classic, the charm of the ambiguous. More Jiangnan, as my dreams of thousands of turns, Bi Wan tilt, red dress green dress.

The delicate face and the inner quality of the run;

Classical, rich cultural interest;

It is the flattering of the butterfly, the love that is known to the monarch, and the long-lasting love. In the classical, the sturdy, the sturdy, the cherished, the soft, the uncontested pure feeling.

Jiangnan, Jiangnan, a poem is always a poem. There is such a saying that if you don’t know what to do, you will go deeper and deeper. "" is a word, but it is very lonely and profound. Unclear, the road is unknown, and there is always no trouble. Buddhism: When the red dust sees it, it is floating; if life is broken, it is impermanence; if it is broken, it is gathering.

Of course, pro, even if it is a fleeting gathering, this life and valley, I am willing to go with you. Here, gathering is a sweet moment; scattered, there will be lingering thoughts. Just like the endless writing of Jiangnan, rain alleys, deep trails, long streets and long, there is a dream of my old age; Jiangnan is far away, there is no way to open. What is it? If this world, my dream of Jiangnan, not enough, the dream is constant, unclear, and can not complain. Just like the sky meets the clouds, the fish meets the stream, I met you. Along this long poetic rainy alley, I seem to see you, and I seem to have lost you; Kangqiao dreams, walked into you, swayed in my arms, and silently silenced.

It’s also true and illusory. I’m always reluctant to find you all the time. I can’t bear to turn away, I don’t have to return, I don’t have to return. The red dust of the rain and rain, meeting you, is like riding a long boat, the ear is lightly like an unvoiced sound, the eyes pass over the silk catkins, forget it, forget it, just think, this life, with you, has been poetic Go on the ground...