A piece of mist and rain, half a curtain of dreams. In the misty rain in Jiangnan, there is always a hint of melancholy and melancholy. Is it Jiangnan? Not Jiangnan? Why is it misty and rainy? Why is it Jiangnan?

Studying a pool of clear spring water, dipping in ink flowers, red willows, and misty rain slowly soaking into the Jiangnan, there is a different kind of emotion that makes people linger. Alas, it is just a misty dream in the south of the Yangtze River. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking on the bluestone with gentle and graceful lines of poetry, listening to the sound of rain, looking at the lotus scenery, misty rain, it is Jiangnan.

Jiangnan dyed ink is a painting of Jiangnan in misty rain. Under the green lotus, carp are playing. The rain gurgled outside the curtain, and everything in Jiangnan seemed to be covered with a veil, so mysterious. Outside the curtain, there is mist and drizzle, but the hearts of tourists are already intoxicated.

On the bluestone board, a person said softly: "There is a little mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the years in Yangcheng are clear and bright. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the years are like songs. The water of the canal is savoring in the fog. The beauty's tears are like being intoxicated. Cherry lips, As delicate as the fragrance. Years have passed, and I stand alone on the covered bridge, recalling Jiangnan."

My hometown in Jiangnan is the wordless one who has moved thousands of miles. The mist and rain are the deep feelings that have been hazy for several years. This is the south of the Yangtze River, and there is mist and mist. The dream of Jiangnan is also the dream of Jiangnan.

As time goes by, the ancient city of Jiangnan has remained the same. Standing beside the water town of Jiangnan, you can see the vastness of the world and all the various situations in the world. There is a faint fragrance of ink on the rice paper, and I listen to my heart. In my dream, where is that? Misty rain south of the Yangtze River.

A clear dream in the south of the Yangtze River, in the end, a drizzle of rain still wets the bluestone road, and a blue wave still reflects the blue walls and black tiles... Jiangnan is this dream, and in this dream, it is Jiangnan.

A dream in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River leaves traces of the misty rain and takes away lifelong memories. The time is quiet and good with you, the gentle flow of water flows with you for years, and the prosperity fades with you when you grow old.