Dream

The Haunted south of the Yangtze River is like the beauty in the ancient lady’s painting, with decent clothes, graceful and graceful walking down from the painting, holding a high bun, slender eyebrows, slightly open apricot eyes, a classical and elegant flavor, let people linger. Long and dark alleys, jade stone railings, fresh water-like atmosphere, three Moon Silk drizzle, red, green and green flower umbrellas, emerald green willow strips, peach blossoms with banks, there is also the poetry of low singing and low singing, which turns into a simple, elegant and wonderful freehand brushwork painting. What on earth deeply attracted my mind and led me into her dream more than once, lingering and reluctant to leave? Is it her unique elegance, or her tender warmth, or her charming nightmare? Perhaps, is it her unique charm or her hazy beauty? Either it is, or it is not. For a long time, I have always thought that the firmness of the North Country and the tenderness of the south of the Yangtze River just formed a strong contrast. Like square and round, like rigid and soft. If there is only one of the two, this world is definitely not the present model. That is the whimsy of the creator, or the ingenuity of nature. In fact, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that the two have completely different cultural deposits. You can also say that their geographical location and climate make them different from each other. This is only a factor, not a fundamental one. Fireworks went to Yangzhou in March, and the spring rain was like wine, Willow and smoke. This was the most beautiful time in Jiangnan. The green lake water, the drooping willow branches, the quietly blooming flowers, the gently swaying oars, the exquisite shadows, the intoxicating sunset glow, the dreamy moonlight, and the soul-stirring minor tones are all fascinating. The beauty of Jiangnan is like a shy woman. What you can see is always her clear, gentle and affectionate eyes. The eyes were full of ethereal beauty, sometimes slight sadness, sometimes sobbing, sometimes singing feelings. There was a beautiful name called Jiangnan and a touching story called Jiangnan, there is a sincere emotion called Jiangnan. Waving gently, Jiangnan, you are in my heart. Wave gently, Jiangnan, you are in my dream.

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