Spring is natural, full of greenery, the spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, light makeup and green silk. Gently squeezing the falling flowers with the flowing water, it is already intoxicating and making the soul fly. The graceful and gorgeous charm still exists, and the sea of fragments of flowers dances with each other, and it is already fat and thin. Pretty eyebrows, pink and white, the waterfront in the south of the Yangtze River, crowded with people, submerged in the streets and alleys. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, like a cinnabar mole dotted by white moonlight. Confusion is the feeling that should be there in this season, and infatuation is also the feeling that belongs to this season. Feel free to reward and never disappoint your expectations.
The rape field, every time I pass by, I can't help but stay for a while, and the pure yellow shys the pink on both sides of the river. I couldn't hold it back, ecstatic, anxious, fanatical, it seemed that I had been so young. I always like flowers, I don't have the love, I always love the gentle wind with a faint fragrance of flowers, stretch my eyebrows, indifferently drown in this sea of flowers, and my heart is tired.
Blowing the wind from the other side, close your eyes, and quietly enjoy the silence of this moment, by the beautiful Taihu Lake. I don't know how many times I've been here, but I always feel like I don't understand this lake. The endless and somewhat deep lake carries many reverie and infatuation. I really want to fit in, but I always feel like I don't belong to myself. The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River have drowned out my memory, but this land is deeply loved. It doesn't belong here, but it buries the beauty deep and awakens the memory of the times.
A dream, like a fascination, the pear blossoms are gone. Sing a song, and the gods will fly away. The spring breeze and the south bank of the green river, don't come unharmed, I still quietly appreciate this monologue by the waterfront in the south of the Yangtze River, drunk with the fragrance of my heart, gloomy and sad.