Jiangnan woman

The long alleys are covered with bluestone slabs, covered with fresh green moss. The stone bridge has an ancient stone wall. Next to it, drop the rouge-colored peach blossoms and gently drop it on the oil-paper umbrella.

Long alleys, silk cheongsams, white walls and blue tiles, Jiangnan women wearing cheongsams, people under the oil-paper umbrella, if the muscles are condensed, if the muscles are fragrant, the enchanting and radiant bones are three points. In the drizzle, the money is reduced. It is just a back view, giving people a lot of fantasies.

The rain last night was lingering, the mist was around the boat on the mooring water, and the morning dew was dripping on the eaves. The peach blossoms in front of the court were naughty on the woman's long hair, pinking the woman's cheeks. The rain began to rain in Russia, and the raindrops fell down the oil paper umbrella, like a string of beaded curtains. The rain did not confuse the woman's pace, and the light footsteps walked in the long alley until the shadow disappeared and the eyes never shifted.

Later, she never met her again, just venting, thinking of the cute people under the peach blossoms. Clever smile, look forward to the eyes. Although it was just an unintentional encounter, a haste to leave. I have long remembered that a long hair like a silky blue hair bun, hair is a little moist, but more shy.

Jiangnan spilled her intoxicating tears, and the rain in Jiangnan lingered her loneliness. The bridge is long, the beautiful woman stands by the bar, she is waiting, she is looking forward to it. She is waiting for her confidant who can talk all night long, waiting for her beloved, waiting for her lifelong lover. Her waiting is so ridiculous to others, waiting for a stream.

Extend the jade finger, caressing the rain, and picking up the layers of the lake. Looking at the people in the lake, the eyebrows are not described and sly, the lips are not point and sly, looking back and laughing, only wishing to win the heart. Jiangnan women, such as Youlan, have merged with this smoke and rain and can not be separated from each other.

Hold a carmine paper umbrella in the misty Jiangnan, walking on the simple blue stone road.

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