Jiangnan, who is looking for that smoke and rain

Author: Xiaofeng Wanyue

The drizzle knocks on the window, the spring breeze comes to the letter, one is peach, just like the old dream in my heart, and the other is willow green, such as telling you that the full moon is good. There is a way, the small bridge is flowing water, the pink wall is tiled, and the flower moon is to eliminate sorrow.

This spring, why not seek it.

In the distance, the silence is silent. Yan Guo flowers bloom and rain gradually thin, just like you have a show in eighteen times. One step, one look back, how many flowers, such as the wind of the orchid, like the rainbow of the lotus, whose eyes can be invaded by the smile? At that time, I happened to be young, and a meeting in Pingshui was still starting from scratch?

It is said that Jiangnan is good, like Chaoyang Danfeng; Jiangnan is early, but it is not as early as a dream.

Why is life too hurried, so the tears disappeared and asked Dongfeng. Looking back on spring, who is with you? The snow is warm and the plum is blushing, the heart is emotional, and the dreams between the flowers are empty. Zhan Yihuai is gentle, holding a curtain of affection, a song of mountains and flowing water, a touch of the sun and the moon in the west and east, just like picking up mottled old dreams.

Recalling that year, the spring was getting red, the rain was not ending in pairs, the heart was a few wisps of soul, and the encounter that could not be let go. Thinking now, the rainy night is shining, who sees the West Building in love, and the smoke and rain lock the east wind and thin. The flowers on the Mo bloom spontaneously, and the yellow spring is blue and the moon falls like a hook. Jin has no book, there are no strings, the music dances with the wind and the red sleeves, Guan Guan Ju dove, and the heart of the new word is wrinkled.

Gazing, at first sight, the heart is full of the city, and the acacia tree bears red beans. Thousands of night moons, spring is sad, sunny place, pear blossoms are red, how to understate?

Light haze, like a thin moon. Thinking of the past, a pulse of love is deeply condensed, a farewell to the red dust, a thousand miles of marriage and a river, Fuqin is a song far away, Ling Bu between the flowers, ask a plum soul, red sleeves are fragrant, what is like smoke and rain Xie moonlight, and the garden is full of desolation.

Old words and new sorrows, the past of wind and snow, how many prosperous people have gone through a journey of spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many past things are sad and at a loss.

Looking back in shock, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and the water is dancing to make a beautiful shadow, still in the south of the Yangtze River!

The pen walks the landscape, the heart carries the night and the day, the love is soft, the green mountains are accompanied by the water show, the whispering place, the wind and rain nurture the acacia tree, the lips and teeth are not delusional, the prestige of the tears is sprinkled, the long sky is in vain, the other side of the soul secluded place, the best period is far away like a dream.

Smoke and rain reciprocate each other, lovesickness to red beans. The night is speechless, but when you see the pen and ink falling like water, thousands of mountains do not pass, thousands of waters are still the same, how can a thin pen resist the vast night boat?

The past is still there, ask the mountains and flowing water, the peach and willow green add new worries, the dark fragrance floats with the feelings, where is tonight, I want to send the red beans to Yaoqin, the deep spring dew is more like wine, a song of water town silk and bamboo, a "broken chapter" back to the dream, how not to teach people to worry.

The mountains are tight, and the water is prepared. Jiangnan, the small bridge and flowing water, the endless past, the rain stopped and stopped, the flowers bloomed and opened, Jiangnan, full of endless appearance, fragrant, Wu Nong's soft language, and the love of light tea at dusk?

Jiangnan, delicate and elegant, a chisel and an axe, a split and a carving, such as ingenious workmanship, like a thousand tempers, about youth, about growth, in the rain, in the laneway, in the small bridge to help the old and the young, the moon, still like a hook.

Jiangnan, if the heart is gentle, the wind and frost are all bowed, the love is like beauty, and the head is bowed to the show. There is a saying: "The cicadas in the dew court are resting." The yarn is as blue as smoke, and the smoke is exquisite. And the fragrant shoulders are unspeakable, and the cherries secretly dissolve the clove knots. Laughing roll light shirt caviar valerian. Try to flutter and startle the amphibian butterfly. Thin jade waist dipped in powder leaves, life is not lovesick".

Xiaofeng Wanyue was written on May 20, 2018