[If you don't say a word of spring, I will arrive in Zhenjiangnan]
Author: I think it was an unexpected encounter
They say that Jiangnan is the dream of poets, especially Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane", let us remember the lilac-like girl, Lu Kai once left "Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a branch of spring", I think Jiangnan has nothing to give you, just give you the spring of Jiangnan!
Jiangnan is also the painter's pen, the interesting things that happen in the lake outside the window are finely embellished, there is no need for bright brush and ink to add brilliance, just the black ink traces soaked in the beauty presented on the paper, write a few lines of poetry next to the scroll, "The boat moves the lake in the autumn, greedily watching the juvenile letter boat flow", the water of Jiangnan is a party ink pool, decorated with green bricks and tiles. When liangjian feiyan stopped on the eaves, waiting for the slanting sun to illuminate the courtyard, looking at the return of the wanderers in the distance, the cool wind in the mountains struck, the spring rain as fine as hair moisturized the earth, and the farmers in front of the cooking tobacco court in the evening prepared dinner, so this Jiangnan is also a painting.
Walking through the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, looking for the old dream that is warm as water, the fishing net woven with tenderness can not catch the lost years, who is still fantasizing and dreaming of the fragmented past, the yellowed photos that have been frozen are like the old phonograph with one opera after another, whose singing drama continues, she is wearing a phoenix crown And xia, sitting in front of the copper mirror, a few strokes to outline the corners of the eyes, rouge smeared the face, lips flicked the paper red, a little Yin red between the eyebrows, can not stop her pear blossom with tears, just staring at the distance leaning on the chai door, A piece of Xiujuan cloth wiped the corners of her tearful eyes, the original ten miles of red makeup, he promised "promise you Phoenix Crown Xia Shuai I no worries, this life breeze bright moon promise", once raised eyebrows, the corners of the eyes smiled, from the most childish appearance to the general's full of white hair, the hero twilight, beauty self-pity.
Finally, the curtain began, the woman who was clinging to the chai door waited for the sunset, day after day, the waiting face slowly haggard and old, but the red wedding dress on her body was still gorgeous as ever, the curtain fell, who came to pick up this period of time in the city, the spectators under the stage became passers-by, hurriedly passing by her youth, but she became whose passerby, to interpret this farce of clutching sorrow and joy. Splendid chinese clothes, can not add deep meaning, Fanghua has passed away, rouge powder has become an old thing.
"I am also affectionate, helpless when I drink", the past clouds and smoke, all into fish and tree gossip, tile house deep alley, I don't know who sang "he met the old knowledge, step by step is lovesickness", people into the play, no one under the stage to watch, full of white hair, lamenting the flow of years is easy to pass.
If it were not for the smoke and rain in Jiangnan, I would not understand that the oil-paper umbrella is not only used to cover the rain, the legend says that "the oil-paper umbrella represents romance and chastity in the rocking tree, and when a boy goes to the girl's house to propose to him, he will bring a red oil-paper umbrella and put it on the shrine of the church house, if the girl has a good feeling for the boy, he will personally remove the oil-paper umbrella." "Finally, the oil-paper umbrella is placed, and it becomes an easy object to see and think of people, it is better to re-bloom it in the rain, like a bouquet of roses, in a curtain of smoke and rain you slowly step on the rain through the ink-colored ancient town, the bell on the white dress is crisp, let me can't help but think of your appearance."
Mountains and rivers suddenly late, small building autumn window, half a small window revealed her peach blossom cheeks, jiangnan alley, the north wind through the south lane, the sunset will pull the back of the house a long time, the neighbor's lazy kitten in the sun sun where the place nap, you drink tea on the side and say "such a long day", always think that tea and Jiangnan have a slight connection, I think it must be a day as plain as tea, otherwise how will it breed such a poetic mood of "spring water is blue in the sky, painting boats to listen to rain sleep", whose jade flute blows the willow trees on the shore, Let its branches move with the wind, drink a scoop of water from the West Lake, see Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen passing by in the smoke and rain from this bowl of water, as if fate is obstructing from it, so that people whose fate is not broken have a little connection, the porcelain in Jingdezhen, Jiangxi that year is more exquisite than the porcelain baked in the past few years, in the azure time, people will seal the story dust on the side of the bowl, waiting for the smoke and rain to open this period of time, we all need to wait to see the flowers bloom, in order to know every love in this world, every relationship can not be disappointed.
Your spring is not late, I will arrive in the real Jiangnan, thank you for the warm old dream of Jiangnan to bring me a beautiful story and a word by word of memories, write here, jiangnan willow trees sprouted it! Just when there was a gust of wind blowing, she threw her thoughts lightly to reveal the yellow of the moon, the water of the West Lake reflected her face, making her forget her hometown, and the people in the paintings on the ink-colored rice paper also had a faint sadness, carefully smelling the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers, remembering the bits and pieces of the former fish ruler, and wanting to come to Jiangnan The story is so pure and transparent.
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