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We are in an ancient city, with green walls and black tiles, brown bricks, pale window screens, and several retro birdcages. Listen, does the crisp sound of the bird take you back to the past? I think it will be as light as a dream in Jiangnan. Before we know it, we will return to a place where time remains the same and the story remains the same. The time in the old city is carved in the story of the Wheel of Life.
The road in the alley is winding and uneven, with layers of tiles overlapping and interlaced, glowing with indigo fluorescence. The village with green walls and black tiles flickers in and out among the green bamboos. The smoke slowly rises and disappears. The tiles sparkle in the sunlight. Of course, this is also an ancient road that everyone has walked, an ancient road that everyone has walked with dreams and smiles. The gentle woman stepped on the bricks quietly, and the superimposed steps moved lightly along the ancient road. This is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. It is tactful, as promised, blooming, and lingering among the green walls. The woman smiled brightly and gracefully, just like a lilac flower. As a result, the alley became more elegant and calm. There was even a wisp of fragrance passing through the air, brought by that woman, pure and flawless. In this way, the alleys of Jiangnan circulate in layers of rich fragrance, and are classical under the pure sky. Afterwards, the consistent alley entrance became increasingly warm in the morning light, and the sunlight poured down on the alley entrance. It happens to be a place where everyone can feel it, right down to the heart. Gradually, the Jiangnan charm of a bright and tender woman permeated the entire alley, gently spreading and searching, without a trace of impetuousness, covering up the sadness of the floating world. The flavor is antique red, deep with brown, with pink in the brown. There is some yearning and ignorance in the pink. The scattered lilac petals are like water. I have a special liking for it and it is all over the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I am eager to feel the river water. The bathing and the peace of the shop, but I can't bear to leave it, and I can't bear to leave the dreamlike sky.
At this moment, the children were holding marshmallows in their hands and bursting into the slanting light with endless sweetness on their faces. The awning boat was docked on the side of the shore, awake with affection. The rope left the tracker's hand and was wrapped around the wooden stake. The boat is made of bamboo slices and silk threads woven into a semicircle, with a bamboo fence in the middle and painted with tung oil black paint. The black-topped boat is the black spirit of Jiangnan. The boatman also placed a plate of fennel beans and other snacks on the very narrow edge of the boat. He held a small wine flask in his right hand, took a sip of wine and chewed an fennel bean, leisurely and contentedly. The children jumped to look at the boat as it floated leisurely on the river. At an angle of 45° downward from the sky, the children’s smiles are as sweet and light as dandelions. The woman in the alley spread the fragrance all the way until the children jumped into the alley and brought a little bit of naughtiness with them. So, it started to be unusual.
In this south of the Yangtze River, there are a few small fish, a few weeping willows, a small boat, a few clusters of reeds, a small bridge, a patch of green bamboo, a few ducks and geese, villages, curling smoke from cooking, Wu Nong's soft words, and uncontested tranquility. . This summer is gentler than other places. One summer, one city, one world, one summer
Flowers are enchanting around me; Jiangnan this season is more elegant than before. One piece of water, one boat, one woman, and one fragrance are all in my memory. It still has an antique flavor and is still warm and moist.
Whose daughter is red, clear, fragrant, mellow, soft, soft, refreshing, fragrant and fragrant, and becomes more intense as time goes by. As soon as the bows of the boats met, the country songs of certain households would be heard, mixed with children's songs.
Afterwards, a light rain began to fall in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. The raindrops were clear and different from other places. It was a time when children were shy. Slowly passing through the sky, the eaves and the small town. However, it did not jump into the river. It just calmed down, followed the ballet route, and dived into the river safely. It carries a bit of fragrance and is the same color as lavender and purple sweet potato. The soil in the rain has a delicate aroma, mixed with a feeling of moisture, which is refreshing. A few drops of drizzle, a few traces of confusion, a few birdsong, a few sounds of despair, and a gust of gentle wind, only blowing the banners on the tiles of each house and caressing the eyes. The guests sat down one after another, and the smell of wine was once again fragrant. Although it has rained, Jiangnan is peaceful and quiet, especially in the afternoon.
One meter of sunlight pours on the white walls and black tiles, and the reflection in the river is extremely gentle. At this time, the alley gradually faded away, and the naughty children and the gentle breeze returned to silence. Some farmers are taking a nap, some are chatting about home affairs, and some are brewing daughter's red wine in preparation for the opening of the inn tomorrow. Everyone moves extremely gracefully and completes every task carefully. The awning boat in front of the window is ready to set off at any time. When women in every family are tired, they look up at the quiet time. The sunshine in the south is not as strong as in the north, which makes people unable to open their eyes. In Jiangnan, the sunshine gives people a warm feeling. Although the sun at noon is stronger than that in the morning, it is still not impetuous at all. It just makes Jiangnan more peaceful and warm.
Compared with Wuzhen, there is no desolation in autumn. As Chi Zijian said: "No matter how south Wuzhen is, it's still the end of autumn." I am a northern girl, and my temperament also reveals a pure northern atmosphere, but I would rather be a southern woman, with a touch of it. Tenderness is an emotion that is not found on the yellow earth. In particular, there is a girl from a Jiangnan water town whose first dream is like a flower, so sweet and charming that it is unique. To be a southern woman is to be strong in your weakness. Or maybe, it's just a dream.
When I woke up from the dream, it was already evening.
The night was deep again, and Jiangnan fell into a deep sleep. At this time, the alleys were sleeping, the awning boats were sleeping, the bridges were sleeping, and the farmers were sleeping too. Only Jiangnan Feng still exists.
The evening breeze caressed the village, and the green bamboos rustled. Qin Shaoyou's "Treading on the Shasha" said: "On the open-air terrace, return to Mijin Ferry." The smoke from the kitchen rose again, and together with the twilight, slowly covered the sunset, submerged the terrace, ushered in the moonlight, and intoxicated many literati. The window lattice in front of the shop was hung with fiery red lanterns, which reflected the redness of everyone's face. The light shone on the river, and the reflection of the moon became brighter and brighter, shining like a dressing mirror; like the dazzling mirror on a woman's hair. Hairpins; like ice sculptures carved by Northeastern men. The night in Jiangnan is lively, with the chatter of vendors, the warm and soft singing of Jiangnan people, and the gentle and gentle sound of the wind. The night in Jiangnan is also peaceful, with a bright moon in the sky.
Everything is so quiet in the countryside. A lonely street lamp stood not far away, silently accepting the baptism of moonlight.
What a poetic ancient city, what an unparalleled tenderness in Jiangnan, where the stories in the alleys play out over time. Eighty-three years ago, I had a dream encounter.
We are in an ancient city, with green walls and black tiles, brown bricks, pale window screens, and several retro birdcages. Listen, does the crisp sound of the bird take you back to the past? I think it will be as light as a dream in Jiangnan. Before we know it, we will return to a place where time remains the same and the story remains the same. The time in the old city is carved in the story of the Wheel of Life.
The road in the alley is winding and uneven, with layers of tiles overlapping and interlaced, glowing with indigo fluorescence. The village with green walls and black tiles flickers in and out among the green bamboos. The smoke slowly rises and disappears. The tiles sparkle in the sunlight. Of course, this is also an ancient road that everyone has walked, an ancient road that everyone has walked with dreams and smiles. The gentle woman stepped on the bricks quietly, and the superimposed steps moved lightly along the ancient road. This is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. It is tactful, as promised, blooming, and lingering among the green walls. The woman smiled brightly and gracefully, just like a lilac flower. As a result, the alley became more elegant and calm. There was even a wisp of fragrance passing through the air, brought by that woman, pure and flawless. In this way, the alleys of Jiangnan circulate in layers of rich fragrance, and are classical under the pure sky. Afterwards, the consistent alley entrance became increasingly warm in the morning light, and the sunlight poured down on the alley entrance. It happens to be a place where everyone can feel it, right down to the heart. Gradually, the Jiangnan charm of a bright and tender woman permeated the entire alley, gently spreading and searching, without a trace of impetuousness, covering up the sadness of the floating world. The flavor is antique red, deep with brown, with pink in the brown. There is some yearning and ignorance in the pink. The scattered lilac petals are like water. I have a special liking for it and it is all over the sky in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I am eager to feel the river water. The bathing and the peace of the shop, but I can't bear to leave it, and I can't bear to leave the dreamlike sky. Just returned to fly more rear and more rear smooth and reflective.
At this moment, the children were holding marshmallows in their hands and bursting into the slanting light with endless sweetness on their faces. The awning boat was docked on the side of the shore, awake with affection. The rope left the tracker's hand and was wrapped around the wooden stake. The boat is made of bamboo slices and silk threads woven into a semicircle, with a bamboo fence in the middle and painted with tung oil black paint. The black-topped boat is the black spirit of Jiangnan. The boatman also placed a plate of fennel beans and other snacks on the very narrow edge of the boat. He held a small wine flask in his right hand, took a sip of wine and chewed an fennel bean, leisurely and contentedly. The children jumped to look at the boat as it floated leisurely on the river. At an angle of 45° downward from the sky, the children’s smiles are as sweet and light as dandelions. The woman in the alley spread the fragrance all the way until the children jumped into the alley and brought a little bit of naughtiness with them. So, it started to be unusual.
In this south of the Yangtze River, there are a few small fish, a few weeping willows, a small boat, a few clusters of reeds, a small bridge, a patch of green bamboo, a few ducks and geese, a village, the curl of smoke from the kitchen, the soft words of Wu Nong, and the tranquility without contention. .
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