In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, graceful and graceful, full of red and green willows, drunk in Qingzhen, small bridges running through pavilions and courtyards, beautiful women in a romantic mood, and autumn wind, the incessant cutting of silk is memorable. Walking through the crossroads of autumn wind, the bluestone road is full of withered leaves and petals, and the petals are fragrant, and the lip fragrance overflows. There is a fascinating flower hidden in the depths of the heart. All the way, the scattered petals are picked up, and the bamboo basket is full. The shyness dances in the wind, holding a wisp of autumn wind in my arms, and the clothes are covered with the dust of the years. The autumn wind is tender and the rain is fragrant, dancing across the green Jiangnan City.
The beautiful petals of the four seasons float, the wind floats from the apex of the heart through the vicissitudes of life, the light wind flies from the eyes, gently blows, the sweet-scented osmanthus floats, and the golden ear dances, dancing over the golden end of the field and getting drunk at the apex of the heart.
Walking through the misty and rainy lane with a blue umbrella, the clear mist overflowed the stone bridge, a heart song glided across the water, the autumn wind struck the strings, the slightest emotion was drawn into the curtain, and the song was provocative and tugged at my heart fence; Walking along the path with a bunch of autumn flowers, gently hugging your slender waist, fragrant and fascinated all the way, intoxicated with your heart; Pick up petals all the way into the basket, the breeze is elegant, autumn water overflows, overflows wells, green vegetables are fragrant, and fresh fish; Stepping on the green path, the wind in late autumn is full of events, and the thoughts of love that are not cleaned up and chaotic float up. That is the lifelong life that was finalized when I left home, childhood friends, and that is the leap land of my hometown; In the autumn wind, Wupeng boat swam across the drizzling river, surrounded by waves, and the water splashed the bow and stained the silk scarves. Laughter swept through the quiet town, and the water in the pond was pleasant, and the road was as the Romans do, walking, watching and enjoying it, and I was thinking about it.
after dinner that day, I walked along the path behind the town. The brown green tea mountain was reflected in the pond, and the clear water was faintly rippling. The late autumn evening wind blew from the mountain to the city and whirled around the pond. Trees and willows on both sides danced in the breeze. In the autumn wind, I picked up the little memories and tidbits. In the night, I quietly watched the lotus leaf in this pool in the river pond. The moon reflected in the pond, and it was full of coolness. The autumn wind lifted the residual lotus and danced, and the lotus petals withered and floated in the depths of Xiang Qiu. In the corridor of the night, the children next door played with laughter.
Not far away, red lanterns are hung under the ancient houses, and they spin high, illuminating the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Tourists walk through the small streets, picking things in front of the shops, and the girls are noisy, and the boys are glib, walking all the way, watching all the way, and the flowers are blooming before the moon; All the way, all the way to eat, the inexhaustible Jiangnan food slipped from the tip of the tongue, sweetened your mouth and honey your heart. The night was dim and blended with the stars and the moon, and the fragrance of osmanthus in the city filled the night and filled the town. Talking and thinking all the way, the night is hazy, the bright moon is full of trails, and the broken memories pass through, letting the autumn wind of the years pass by and gently combing into the most touching scenery in autumn night; One night wind, night pornography, a red candle brightens the heart, stays alone in the house, enjoys the moon by the window, savors a fragrant tea, leaves the entrance, and enjoys a quiet night dance; I think of the deep affection under that autumn tree, the night wind blowing, my heart shaking with passion and hugging each other tightly, and I have been kissing that day for a long time, and I don't want to leave.
It was still that autumn morning, when the clear fog enveloped the south of the Yangtze River, the autumn wind whirled, reeds danced in the breeze, the maple trees in the back hill withered, and the cool autumn wind soothed my heart. The incessant autumn amorous feelings were broken, and I couldn't tell, I couldn't make sense of it. I was homesick and left in a hurry, and I didn't know when I could return to the misty rain south of the Yangtze River in my dream.
The boat was in the fog. I snuggled up to the bow of the years, putting a ray of fleeting agarwood in my bag, letting the time light up my heart, listening to the rustling of the rain, gently twisting the tenderness of my fingertips and quietly hiding it in my heart. This is the autumn amorous feelings that can't be explained, and this is the lingering love in the south of the Yangtze River. This is the breeze and misty rain that I can't let go, which makes me dream, and the smoke waves of thousands of miles are drifting away in the autumn wind.
International Department of Nanjing Lukou International Airport Aviation Service Center: Sharla Cheung
Completed at 11:39 on October 7, 213.