2. Dreaming of Jiangnan, the soul is surrounded by misty rain, and the whole heart is folded into a paper crane, just to fly to the sky in Jiangnan, look at the beautiful rivers and mountains there, and sigh that there are many beautiful people in Jiangnan.
3. Jiangnan people's life also has the unique charm of water town. The blue calico dress worn by Jiangnan women is soft and elegant. The simple and original blue and white colors create ever-changing exquisite patterns, which exude a strong pastoral atmosphere. Coupled with small bridges and flowing water, green willows and peach hearts, it constitutes a picture scroll with bright colors and unique charm.
It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
5, the beauty of Jiangnan, everywhere painting rain and smoke, girls soft tears, spring and summer scenery remains the same, just to show Jiangnan.
6. Stroll in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, along the winding willow embankment, watch the fish play, the wind blows the waves, and let the lovesickness be like clouds. Think of the slender wicker, like your long hair in the wind, elegant and romantic.
7. Misty clouds in Jiangnan, misty clouds in Jiangnan. The long fishing songs are soft in the middle and soft in the middle, singing the soft and gentle Jiangnan.
8, Jiangnan water town, the land of fish and rice is fascinating. Just like looking for the original dream, on the water side, in the water Mae.
9. The solstice in summer is in the south of the Yangtze River. This city is foggy and rainy. Once it rains, the air is wet and cool with vegetation, and there is a low flower selling sound from time to time in the deep alley outside the door; Occasionally, there is a woman with her hair tied in a bun, with a light-colored thick shirt and small white flowers on her lapel. She casually wears white walls and black tiles and walks like a poem.
10, under the moonlit night, the pole is in the south of the ink painting and on the hemp fiber line, which I naturally appreciate. Wu Peng accompanied by swaying, suddenly heard the sound of the play, soft and tactfully. There seems to be a man in front of me who can make a toast. Laughing and laughing disturbed the spring breeze and shook off pear blossoms.