Jiangnan

It is also the rainy season, the gray days.

In the black eaves, the raindrops hang down into a string, and the paved road of bluestone is covered with moss. Black tiles, white walls, green willows, blue rivers, pontoon boats, fishing rafts.

On both sides of the restaurant, the high hanging scorpion reads the words "big wine cellar", the warm wine into the belly, expelling the cold.

......

It seems that this is the Jiangnan in my mind...

I have never seen the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, but I heard people say that I am in the south of the Yangtze River. There is never a river that bypasses my doorstep, and the curved bends are extended to the far side; there is no early morning fisherman's song to wake people up, no Wupeng boat Swinging through the house... All this is a far cry in my mind...

But every dark night, every dreamlike morning, has that kind of faint feeling... So, I gently recorded its delicate appearance, recorded, daily silence...

A long time ago, the long-time grandfather of the storytelling was also unclear. In Jiangnan, who was known as the water town, there were two simple children...

Two girls, one called Mo Yan, one called Li Yu, two except the fancy and very common name... Two children worthy of your attention but very ordinary...

At that time, they were small and small enough to be smaller than you and me...

Sixth grade: Lord of the Temple