In the late autumn, I left Jiangnan, just bid farewell to the autumn light in the north, and was ready to go to the mood of winter, but I saw the autumn colors in Jiangnan again, smelled the sound of autumn again, and thought that it was a little inexplicable.
When it comes to Jiangnan, what comes to mind must be Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan is good, the scenery used to be familiar." The sunrise river flowers are red and the fire is better, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Gangnam? "But I, on the other hand, am stepping on the beat of the early winter in the north, and I have caught up with the footsteps of late autumn in Jiangnan, and this catch-up can also be regarded as my love for autumn!"
In the late autumn of Jiangnan, it is still much gentler than the north, some rain falls, but also silky soft, like a Jiangnan woman as graceful, shy answers, timidly want to talk back.
Living in Jiangnan, a comfortable thought, let people feel nostalgic, not to forget the root system of the north, but to have a sense of going back in time, dragging autumn into the mind, facing the strings of Jiangnan, a northern love ironing the scene of the late autumn of Jiangnan.
Remembering Jiangnan, a poem of the late autumn of Jiangnan is indispensable, this is the Tang Dynasty Zhang Ji's "Fengqiao Night Berth", that thousand-year-old ticket, still crossed the heart of a thousand years later, and landed on the other side of my heart.
The moon is falling and the frost is full of frost, and the river maple fishing fire is sad and sleepy.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell to the passenger ship.
The late autumn with the charm of Jiangnan, the melody with the sentiment of thinking of the ages, the short lines of poetry gush with timeless poetic beauty, so that the wanderers in the guest house have a kind of empathy, the same meaning.
The moon fell on the heart, the cry, the sound of the ear, the frost full of the sky, the knot in love. The bell rings the sorrow of late autumn, and it is difficult to sleep! The river maple on the shore and the fishing fire in the river became lonely in their hearts, and turned into the knots in the hearts of the people who lived in the guest house.
Come to Jiangnan, this is the deep jiangnan of late autumn, the guests land in this pleasant and pleasant Jiangnan water town, the love is lingering, the intention is dependent, the wind of the late autumn of Jiangnan wrinkles the water of the river, but also blows the love of idle guests.
I, a guest from the north, stand on the shore of the Jiangnan Night by the river, chanting this poem "Fengqiao Night Berth", closing my eyes and concentrating, feeling the temperature of a thousand years of history, crossing the poetry and paintings that run through the ancient and modern north and south, meditating on the melancholy of the swaying river maple, and listening to the story of the frost-stained late autumn.
A good month of falling black crying frost in the sky, a good Jiangfeng fishing fire to sleep, so I put my deep affection for the Hakka in the late autumn of Jiangnan in the season after season of the river maple like fire, fishing fire, a light sigh, it became a song in the late autumn of Jiangnan.
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