West Side Story Jiangnan

Just like waking up from a dream, I saw someone else’s article Jiangnan, and the emotion hidden in the bottom of my heart was blocked in my heart, which was graceful! The south of the Yangtze River in my dream came along in the history. I knocked my dream open and whispered softly, asking me if I could pour the dust into my mind with my newborn feelings? I was not born when you were born. I was old when I was born. Jiangnan was born when I was not born. I was born yesterday when Jiangnan was not old. I never passed through that gentle breath, I have never seen the flowing water of bitterness. However, how can my drizzle-like love frown for you, and how can my love turn thousands of times into your light oars? Whether the Wupeng boat was drawn out in my dream, and whether it was frequently turned back in my heart like a broken soul? How could you fail to retain the newborn red beans in the south of the silence you placed in the Cold Moon for thousands of years? How did your shadow at dusk in the morning precipitate the love and hate love of literati throughout the ages?! I met you in my dream. The light ink back reflects the thick accumulation of historical dust and smoke without color. I never thought that you were so gentle and delicate, it was like the weathered dust of history, dyed by the moonlight. It turned out that love was precipitated by history, and it turned out to be such a moon-like color, like your low eyebrows and small puckles, I saw the shadow of tears left by Qianlong, the legend like Lotus, whether it was solidified by your little sleeve in which page of long poetic rhyme, Jiangnan, I have been two or ten years, did you ever wait for me to meet you several thousand years later? What kind of emotion did you plant there, which made me dream day and night, whether it was the previous life or this life, all my love is tied by you in that heavy moon shadow! What I lost is not me, but the love between my past and present! South of the Yangtze River, you are such a small shadow, the clear water is long, the feeling is long, the path is gloomy, the shadow is green and the feeling is long, when you were born, could I be the breeze between your Wupeng boat, when I was born, could you cut off my unrenewed love with quiet clear water? It was you who waited for thousands of years and maintained an agreement with me when I was born, it is my ignorant eyes that are doomed to escape by you. Jiangnan, you know how many years my love has been waiting for, and I am willing to be the spectator in your Wupeng boat, being held by you and sent to the Lane of love, is it your destiny or my lost life?! There is an emotion, which is lightly drawn by your low eyebrows. In the secluded Water Lane, how many silks and bamboos are bleak, how many pink and elegant, how many sad eyes are broken, how much hatred is soft! South of the Yangtze River, the Cold Moon is heavy, how do you get the clear tears of the dusty woman, and how do you put the sentimental minister and monarch at the border of the dream, Su xiaoxianghun can meet later generations, the teacher in Song Huizong’s dream: the willow shade is straight, and the smoke is very clear. On the Sui dike, I once saw several times of water blowing, and the floss saw off. Have you ever kept the water-like sorrow, and could you send the softness in the dream of walking away from that village. In ancient times, literati and Mogues were affectionate, but it was difficult for the brothel to lose its beauty! Qinghe Yi, if the water is soft, a corner of clean water smeared a light kiss. In the boat covered by the pipa, who knows how many genuine drifting of true love is exchanged, in the three-inch pomegranate skirt of Golden Lotus, the sorrow was faded by the light fog of Jiangnan, and the intersection of bitterness and pain you know made the crystal clear in the Wupeng Boat. Jiangnan, who is your love, who has left your pain and fickle footprints that have gone through every delicate face? How can I face your vicissitudes of emotions and hold you in my arms, feel the classic under the light umbrella in the clouds! In my dream, the West Lake, under the umbrella, the Queqiao leaves Immortals! The love we met thousands of miles made the oiled paper umbrella carry too many people’s persistence in love. The couple we met at Queqiao, who supported yesterday’s time, welcome his slim love in the bright rain. Jiangnan, who have you given so many circumstances to let them meet in yesterday’s tomorrow and this bright time? Under the umbrella, the green rain rustled, spreading the love which was holding hands on the opposite in the misty rain and dust. Who was my white lady, and who was the Xu Xian whom I met in a flash after thousands of years? Jiangnan, you daub the Queqiao under the umbrella into a historical scroll with a fairy shadow. The shadow behind the umbrella is filled with sorrow and sorrow. Have you ever thought about when love wandered among the shadow of water, kiss my tight forehead, in the season of falling leaves, you still waved away calmly and reservedly. Water is the eyes of the south of the Yangtze River, loaded with thousands of years of love, the south of the Yangtze River in the dream, you can know that I am getting old, still don’t want to meet you, love will grow old when you meet me, tears and rain have become your floating water drops. It turns out that what you are waiting for is my love, what you are taking away is my blue soul, what you are brushing away is my youth, and what you are leaving is the future history, the sky in the ancient alley is so deep that you can’t wait to see the end of the world. You have left, as if you have never come, why is the light, wet and softened on my cheek just a period of encounter with you, are you Jiang passing quietly under the bridge, or the paper umbrella with tears broken when looking back in the clear rain? Changting’s dream was broken, why didn’t you leave me a permanent love! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Stuffy rain

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A small snake of death

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