The beauty of Jiangnan Xiaoshe Jiangnan is hazy and simple, it is a leisurely chess game under the tree, and it is a drunken wine tasting among the flowers. It is a tea tasting in the court. Green water lingers around the white walls, and flowers fall on the green tiles, winding back

Gangnam Lodge

The beauty of Gangnam is hazy and simple, it is a leisurely chess game under the tree, and it is a drunken wine tasting among the flowers. It is a tea tasting in the court. Green water lingers on the white walls, flowers fall on the green tiles, and the meandering river sings in the early morning and sunset. Riding on a flat leaf boat to support an artemisia, walking through the green mountains and green water, silently reading the history of the thousand-year-old Jiangnan and the drifting of ancient tenderness, a flood of clear water carries the traces and vicissitudes of the water flowing years.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sun flow quietly on the skin, and let the poetry dance softly in the heart.

Light smoke and fresh water in Jiangnan, drizzle on the embankment, spring grass long warblers flying, peach light dyeing, insect swallow whispering, spring through the curtain chestnut. In the summer, he gently untied Luo Xie, went alone on the orchid boat, picked lotus fields, smiled lightly and groaned, and the delicate flowers shone in the water. Autumn silk rain sycamore, autumn flying geese, light chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. Winter snow depends on emeralds, thousands of pearls. The Iraqi people are like snow, and they are pure.