At this moment, the smoke and rain have returned, and this life and this life are looking at each other
Text/Mountain Outside The Bookcase
At this moment, I was already sitting in the pavilion at the other end of the river, and the smell of tea mixed with the smell of smoke and rain filled the deepest feelings in the wet back.
It was the gentleness of the world that had been smudged by the flowing water, just like the Half Hidden Yiren under the oil-paper umbrella, quietly leaving the soft beauty in the long bluestone rain alley.
Ran Ran sandalwood through the window ledge of the years, softly splashed on the thick ink and light color of the picture scroll, did not find your tears, but clearly saw the sadness of the thoughts, that is the memory of the pain of jiangnan for a thousand years, cloud sideburns, bright wrist fragrance, gentle and kind sleeves, soft and long.
That's a sentence written in Tang poems and Song poems, you know, I'm still looking.
Dai Wangshu came, he in order to find a girl like lilac, Chen Yifei left, he left this dream water town, this is the poetry and painting soaked in the delicate appearance, but also Xu Xian and the white lady meet for a thousand years, this is Jiangnan, I sit in the pavilion slowly waiting for your Jiangnan, you are shy, about an apricot blossom spring rain, you are silent, watch the sunset at the water's edge.
Dusty years, Yi people unforgettable, you are the shy memory left by Jiangnan, looking back at the sadness of whose footsteps, took away the fishing fire, but left desolate.
Turn around and come back, look for your appearance in the pink wall Devali, listen to your soft singing in the flowing water of the small bridge, whisper with a wet heart, lift the pen into a line, and you have already jumped on the paper. In the candlelight, relatively speechless, obsessively looking at each other.
At this moment, I am already sitting on the other side of the river, are you also walking in the long and long rain lane of Jiangnan.