The ancient town of Jiangnan water town is the most representative area of the water town style in the south of the Yangtze River in China, which is known for its profound historical and cultural heritage, beautiful and graceful ancient water town style, and simple Wunong soft language folk customs.

Jiangnan is a place that every literati yearns for, and everyone has their own Jiangnan in their hearts.

Thousands of literati chivalrous dreams, Jiangnan is also the favorite place to write martial arts novels, whether it is the novels of Mr. Jin Yong or Mr. Gu Long, they all have a lot of ink on Jiangnan.

A soft and gentle song floated on the misty lake. The song came from a small boat, and the five girls in the boat laughed and sang and picked lotuses. Xiao Jiang looked at everything in front of him, and his heart was very comfortable, it was really exactly the same as what Old Man Jin said.

It's just a pity that it's a hot summer at this time, and in June, Jiangnan also has a unique taste in my heart.

However, I think of the Jiangnan, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River grows, the peanut trees are mixed, and the warblers are flying around. This spring smoke scene in March in the south of the Yangtze River is the most beautiful, the most touching people's hearts, but unfortunately I can't realize it, throughout the ages, I don't know how many people have been fascinated by the ink and ink, sons and kings? Not to mention the people who have never been to the south of the Yangtze River, in this intoxicating season of "wet clothes and apricot blossom rain, blowing the face and not cold willow wind", it is natural to be fascinated.

Xiao Jiang remembered the poems of his previous life, and slowly confided in Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan": "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you remember Gangnam? "

After listening to Yang Rou on the side, she said a good poem, "I didn't expect that Brother Xiao is still a talent."

Xiao Jiang smiled, it is not a loss to be a royal child, literary appreciation is high, Xiao Jiang read another sentence of Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring": "Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind." There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. ”

There are willows, peach blossoms, swallows, and goldfish in the south of the Yangtze River...... Among the Han people are handsome and brave young men, dignified and dashing young men............

Xiao Jiang has never been to Jiangnan Ancient Town, but if he talks about his impression of Jiangnan Ancient Town, he will intuitively say: "small bridges, flowing water, people". Small bridges, flowing water, and people have become synonymous with Jiangnan in their dreams.

The small bridge, flowing water, and people are indeed the intuitive embodiment of the poetry and painting of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are also the most basic elements of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are an important part of the ancient town. There are countless ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, such as Zhouzhuang, Tongli, Nanxun, Wuzhen, Mudu Town, etc., which famous town is not the most beautiful embodiment of small bridges, flowing water, and people.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The small town in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy into an ancient sorrow in the smoke and rain of the oblique dance.

The drizzle wet me in a plain skirt, holding a small flower umbrella, overflowing with poetry, as if I was in the Tang Dynasty and Song rain, the soft words of Wu Nong lingering in my ears, listening to the rain beating history, moving the lotus step in the hazy smoke and rain to the zigzag rain alley, imagining the graceful Jiangnan woman like lilacs, shaking the willows in the wind, blowing flowers and sending incense, what kind of gentle spirit.

The small bridge is a carrier to communicate between the two sides of the strait, which shows the importance of the bridge in the ancient town of Jiangnan. Most of the small bridges in the ancient town are arch bridges and stone slab bridges, with arch bridges being the most. In fact, people have given arch bridges more cultural connotations. When you sit on a small boat, pass under the small bridge, look up, you will find that there is a sky outside the bridge, and there is a bridge outside the sky;

Let go of the tension and busyness in your heart, and walk into the poetry of Yanyu Jiangnan, just like walking into a dream.

Xiaojiang stands on the small bridge, the bridge street is connected, the river port Langfang, the street arcade, the river pavilion. The wicker flutters in the wind, mixed with the slightest depression, reflected in the pale green river, and the town is like a young woman in the south of the Yangtze River dressed in full costume, showing her unique charm quietly in the autumn colors. The river is murmuring under the bridge, and watching the boats rushing back and forth in the drizzle of flying flowers is a beautiful scenery in the river lane. The black canopy boat with a dark blue cloth shed on the top of the boat, light and leisurely on the sparkling water, under the shade of green trees, instantly passes through the bridge hole, and it seems to be so graceful and charming!

The snack bar set up on the street, sit by the water, order a few Jiangnan style snacks, savor it, watch the boat lady skillfully shake the oar, sing Wu song happily, listen to the melodious melody and unique tone, exude a strong water town charm. Their casual movements reveal skillful skills and confidence in life. Enjoying the leisurely boat shuttling through the river, as if carrying thousands of years of thoughts, poetic in the drizzle, thoughts are dancing, as if to be drunk in the artistic conception of this water town!

Gazing at the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River in the smoke and rain, the clear water is clear, the green trees are shaded, the rain and fog are drifting from afar, and the rain is silent up close. Its beautiful water town style, unique cultural landscape, and simple folk customs are refreshing. The moment of parting to the town.

Xiao Jiang frequently turned his head and looked at the ancient culture with pink walls and tiles, pavilions and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and a long tradition. The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River make the life of the ancient town more abundant and moist, and the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River will quietly slide through people's hearts.

The summer of Jiangnan is a wordless song, singing the red sun, singing a bend of moonlight, here the sun is red and beautiful, the clouds and mist are wonderful, just like a volume of poetry and painting of the girl's jade fingers, the stream rhymes, the remnant sun is like smoke, and it is like the Huansha stream, a red Luo oil umbrella, the lotus step moves lightly, the affectionate, fruitful and bright Jiangnan woman spreads into the eye, and then the lotus slowly dyes the blue waves, pouring incense and blooming, and the flowers bloom and condense.

The light moon is only on the willow tops, beautiful like a beautiful girl, pretty standing blue window, light flow of fans, red lips slightly open, sip of fragrant tea, only into the soft intestines, it turns into a dream of lovesick tears slipped down, new sorrow, dripping woke up the thousand-year-old water lily with sorrowful knots, the mist and haze are like silk threads, pulling the lengthy thoughts, the lotus stamen tears are sprinkled with a little bit, swaying and whispering, but it is the real infatuation of the past life.

Jiangnan is poetic and picturesque, a mountain and a water are charming, the light ink rhyme, where the flowers fly, the blue water wandering, the sinking smoke, the ink Jiangnan, pour the world

If the agreement in the previous life created the encounter in this life, then my encounter with Jiangnan is fate. Even if the dream is hazy, even if the mountains and rivers are far away, they are also lovesick.

Pride becomes a dream, and there is no end to it. Tears locked Dai's eyebrows, dripping into Jiangnan's arms. When I met Jiangnan, I knew each other with a lot of tenderness. Drunk and lying in front of the flowers, a song of piano and a word, a journey of mountains and rivers, another change of wind and snow, a few floating cloud dreams, a moment, several degrees of sunset red, flying away.

The long red dust cares about the south of the Yangtze River. Passing water, not forgetting his hometown, willing to indulge in thousands of years and thousands of years.

The snow moon and wind flowers, caressing the pipa, and playing for thousands of years. Drinking alone under the moon, the waves are not alarmed, and the jade is clear. At the end of the song, the neon dress dances in the wind, scattering the elegance of a lifetime.

The soul lingers in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a piece of land, called hometown, and there is a feeling for wine and singing in the smoke and rain, which is called obsession. In the depths of prosperity, waiting for a smoke and rain, waiting for a reunion, casting mottled shadows in the passing years.

Let us love Jiangnan, her hair flying in the wind, and her sleepy-eyed pure beauty. The willow silk is interlocking, the autumn wind and cold rain come into the curtain, the Jiangnan in late autumn has a unique style, she does not have the coldness of the northern slaughter, there is no withered sadness, but in the autumn wind with tenderness, the cold rain mixed with vitality. The autumn wind blows the willows, like a man arranging the hair of his beloved woman, so emotional, so deep.

Every brand new morning, the Jiangnan moistened by the smoke and rain is just like a peerless beauty who has just taken a bath, quiet and beautiful, fresh and intoxicating. She walked slowly, the morning light unveiled the hazy veil for her, the fiery red maple leaves painted her lip gloss, and the turquoise water washed away the dust for her, not fast or slow, so quietly walked around every corner of the water town, starting a beautiful day. The willows in the south of the Yangtze River are still there, there are thoughts, parting, inextricable emotional sustenance, and simple but plain swaying with the wind.

The willow that penetrates through the sunlight and reaches the corner of the eye is dazzling but crystal reluctant. Thousands of willows are flying together, thinking about the past years, stopping here, how should you feel?

"A thousand cliffs in the pneumatic autumn. Kawahira returned in the evening. The small bridge and flowing water send shoes. No one is aware of it. ”

"Looking at the flowers, the small bridge flows, the doors and alleys are stunned, and the jade flute is overwhelming. The crane goes to Taikong, where to get the bright moon with the ring"

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. Between the lotus leaves, the lotus leaves are east, and the lotus leaves are west. ”

"Jiangnan acacia leads, and many sighs can't be sounded. The yellow crane went northwest and led me to a thousand miles of heart. ”

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth, ink Jiangnan, pour the world.

(The above are all literary masters, Jiangnan's prose descriptions are just for readers to know the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in our country, but, to be honest, people say Jiangnan is good!)