Misty Rain two Jiangnan

Misty Rain two Jiangnan

In March, which was chilly but sunny in spring, I rode past my thin youth, through Bauhinia, through cherry blossoms, through the lingering joy and sadness. Inscription by accident, the wheel of time has been running over for two years. Times have changed, but the experience at this time last year seemed like yesterday! Time is on the way, but my heart has been stationed in the misty and rainy water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, in a person’s land forever! I am not a peaceful child. I have yearned for strange places one after another since I was young. I always feel that those places have the beauty I am looking. In March of the Spring Palace wall in the city, my heart began to move again. The scene at this time last year was like a movie that never ended, showing in my mind again and again! He once said that it would take a year to bleach the pure and green feelings, but he never thought that it would take this year to remember that those beautiful or sad feelings had been deeply embedded into the bone marrow! The bridge is broken, the snow is broken, the spring dawn of Su Di, the wind and Lotus of Quyuan, the autumn moon of Pinghu Lake, the Willow waves are unconsciously attracted by these simple but beautiful words, and then they want to look at the West Lake which is better than the West, go to Jiangnan water town where I have dreamed for a long time. Small bridge and Flowing Water family have always been the place I yearn. Therefore, I held a ticket alone and set foot on the journey of dream-seeking in the early morning with a mood full of expectation and a little fear. No matter what kind of situation I will encounter in the later time, I am stride forward desperately. One year later, I still remember the excitement when the train arrived so clearly. Yeah, I was just like this. I went far away and arrived at a completely strange place that I didn’t know anyone, encounter Jiangnan Water Village when spring is warm and flowers bloom. Probably, I am lucky. I stayed in Hangzhou for two days and saw the West Lake in the rain and the West Lake in the sunshine, which had totally different artistic conception. Holding the light blue oiled paper umbrella, I walked from one end of the Su Causeway to the other end. The raindrops knocked on the umbrella cover, the Lake patted on the bank embankment, and the weeping willows touched the water surface. It was very peaceful and quiet. It seemed that under the oil paper umbrella, he was in a dreamland without any disturbance in the world, and was deeply and shallow filled with peace. Walking by the lake alone, without purpose or journey back, I just wanted to walk in the world of Ningyuan in this way, regardless of anything to do or what to do. I happened to see a familiar stone, and a familiar and strange shadow swept over, occupying all the places in my mind. Then I went to another place that I wanted to go but dared not to go hopelessly, in my most beautiful years, I met a man who was old and desolate! I spent a day and a half visiting many parks, storing memories that I may never forget in my whole life. The railings crossed, the grass lying on, the stones sitting on, the setting sun falling to the west, and everything in the small box of Ferris wheel are deeply engraved in my heart, in my thin youth, it became eternal! However, for another person, there may be nothing to remember or miss those beautiful times for me. I just passed by your life in a hurry and should have looked on calmly, standing outside your world, but not knowing the height of the sky, falling into this ending is already a definite game. I was at the entrance of the station, with chapped lips and dim eyes, looking at you quietly. The soft halo in the morning hugged you, but burned my eyes. My eyes were so clear that I had already filled with tears. I could turn around with all my strength. I didn’t dare to turn back. I was afraid that I couldn’t turn back again! In this way, I looked at you, the smile I wanted to engrave in my heart was getting farther and farther away from me. I stretched out my hand and couldn’t touch it any more. On this day two years later, there was a rain in my heart, which wet all the memories about Jiangnan. The blurred eyes made those memories clearer. The smile is like a flower, and the face is like water. How can it be lingering? In the end, there is only one person, sleeping with sorrow. Up to now, I don’t know whether those memories about happiness are just a dream? But if it is really a dream, why is it so angular? Just, just, I know, some of the past, about happiness or sadness, are just once, no matter how hard it is! 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