Bleak wind and rain, sunny and twilight rain, there are always unforeseen storms and clouds in Suzhou, rows of small attics leaning on the water's edge, and a smile whispers resounded in the ears.

Suzhou is a quiet city, but also a city that has accumulated subtle beauty, not arrogant and unrestrained. The ink is silent, the clothes are lightly needled and rainy, the dew is elegant, and the wind moistens the heart.

Gently, January slipped away, and February was rainy and snowy, but it was full of poetry.

I was looking forward to the big year

Eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at the company after work

Hurriedly filling my stomach

I kept calling home

There was no answer for a week

Eagerly greeting my uncles and aunts for the New Year

Thirty Nights finally heard......

Hear the unchanging care of mom and dad

With the excitement of the Spring Festival Gala, the thirty blinks are gone

I can't eat the dumplings and cooked pork ribs made by my mother

You can't light the fireworks that your dad bought

The early morning of the first day of the new year is a world of snowflakes flying and silvery

My love turned out the weather did not understand

Suzhou's Lijing Jiangnan renders Mei's temperament

Valentine's Day that I haven't forgotten

It was the season of angels

A short stay... Leave a memento

The long separation... Don't miss it

Miss her, miss home......

Mom says every holiday I'm not at home?

Mom and Dad put a bowl of dumplings and meals that belong to me

Fill it up, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and wait for me to come back......

Looking, looking forward to never leaving me......

I burst into tears with two hearts

It was the touching at the beginning of the year and the thoughts at the end of the year

Pieces of memories

Childlike carefree

Ignorant and naïve

Love and miss

Green taste

Bitter sweetness

Caring and cherishing ......

Red date lotus seed soup, a bowl of white rice, three side dishes are the noon work meal, Zhang Xiaoyao cooked in advance to find a seat, and then quietly waited for Zhao Hanyu to come over to eat together, sometimes just two people, sometimes many people in the same class sat in a row.

From the incompatibility at the beginning of this new environment, to the familiar taste of white rice, the gentleness of the weather, the beauty of the city, and the gradual love of the city.

I don't know when, I actually learned to smoke, after lunch, I would take out a bag of Liqun, take out a stick, light it, only take a puff, burn out, smoke away, let the ashes fall.

The crowds in the bazaar outside the window still come and go, a glass of boiled water, and then another day of work continues.

At night, it's not noisy, but the unexpected rain always washes away the busyness and traces of the day. The moon is still round, the heart is still full, you are still beautiful, and I am still smiling.

In their leisure time on weekdays, Zhang Xiaoyao and Zhao Hanyu walked around the city together, walked through the round arch bridge, walked through the small streets and alleys, walked through the garden road, walked through the plum blossom road, and walked into this beautiful natural place.

A string of black agate bracelets, gently put on for you, that is this winter, in this beautiful city, I send you a commemoration and warmth, you happily eat spicy hot, smiling and showing a row of small white teeth.

Passers-by always have to leave, and three months pass quickly, the internship is over, and eventually they have to leave the city they just loved.

The day before leaving, the students organized a trip to Hangzhou to visit the West Lake.

That day you were wearing black leggings, a special little purple jacket, and a simple ponytail.

When we first arrived in the city, we stumbled upon the color and style I liked, and you looked at it twice and pretended not to care, and I knew that although you didn't speak, you must like it.

So I excused you to go to the side to buy milk tea, and when you came back, I had already put the clothes I bought on your body, and we all smiled happily, and you often wore it in the future, because you said that I bought it for you, maybe happiness is really that simple.

On this day, I also deliberately wore the little red cotton jacket you bought for me, and no one mentioned it beforehand, but I easily thought of a piece, this is the heart in the dark.

In March, the West Lake is misty and rainy, and the spring willows of the Su Causeway are wisps, holding a bamboo paper umbrella and strolling on the shore of the Su Causeway.

"Hanyu, are you tired, let's go on a cruise together, shall we?"

"Don't sit still, the water surface of the West Lake is hazy, it seems to be boundless, the water depth is bottomless, I don't dare to take a boat, let's go see the broken bridge first." ”

The cruise ship by the West Lake has sailed into the West Lake, the lonely pavilion by the lake reflects the willow shadow, and the small bridge is still water.

The peach blossoms of the white causeway are gorgeous, the curve of the wind and lotus in the courtyard is tortuous, walking and stopping, the two are holding hands, and the Yuewang Temple is shocked in front of them.

There is no snow on the broken bridge, I stand at this end of the bridge, you stand at the other end of the bridge, we walk opposite each other under the drizzle, in the middle of the broken bridge, hug tightly, the world is so beautiful with you.

Su Xiaoxiao may be lucky, a generation of famous prostitutes in Qiantang actually had old people to commemorate and set up tombs for them, and their souls returned to the shore of the West Lake.

Leifeng Pagoda is still standing there steadily, the water of the West Lake is still clear and not dry, the legend of the White Lady is a legend after all, we envy, but not envious, because I always have you by my side.

Finally walked around the West Lake in Hangzhou, and when we returned, the drizzle had stopped, and we were already on the way.

Goodbye, Hangzhou. Goodbye, Suzhou. Goodbye, heavenly Suzhou.

The former before, everything before was so far away, the past is the past.

In the early spring, the breeze blew the green campus, the peach blossoms blooming by the lake and the weeping willows floating in the green float are the colors of the spring water of a lake, and you fall asleep on my shoulder under the sun.

Sing a love song of red dust, may everything be well in the world.

The deep night is your eyes.

The stars shimmered with tears of joy.

The song on the cordyceps grass is sung, a lullaby of the night.

The moon in the starry sky, faintly bright is your pupil, condensing half of the sky.

Only the stars we've seen together......

Do you know I'm thinking about you? miss your smirk......

I have already made a promise to you in my heart......

In the morning when you sleep and the morning sun rises;

In a strange place, you waited for me for half a day and immediately poured into my arms;

The moment when you fall asleep and smile and still have a residual face;

When you were frightened and scared to be alone and came back to me for the first time,

In every memory that only you have......

I recalled...... Leave a smile that lasts forever.

"Hanyu, I'm sorry, I still haven't forgotten her - Xu Wenjing. ”

"Time should be the best Meng Po soup, which can be selectively forgotten. The peach blossoms bloomed, the leaves turned green, and time passed slowly with that memory. ”

"But don't worry, I will only store all this in my memory, I wish her all well, think about my remaining ten years, I must be more reluctant to you at that time, I hope you are all well. ”

Hiding black and white, clouds and mountains and seas

The spring breeze whispers, and thoughts gather

The evening breeze is warm, touching the willow face

Mess up the center of the lake and make a shadow

The white moon waives and the dark light is projected

Where the night breeze blows, there is a lot of confusion

The thoughts of the night gripped the earth

The trumpet of the day began to sound

Looking at the rippling lake right now

Immerse yourself in ......

The breeze came, and it turned out that the night had passed.

Soul microwave, after all, I only have you in my heart.