When I first arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, it was a season of drizzle. The dense and thin rain blew in the wind, gently falling on my hair, eyebrows, and lips, bringing with it a bit of coolness.

Walking alone on the streets of Jiangnan, especially on such a rainy day, one will feel lonely because of loneliness.

Walking from the desert in the north, over the mountains and mountains, to the south of the Yangtze River, it was to fulfill a promise and fulfill a girl's wish.

I met a girl named "Meng Duan Jiangnan" on the Internet three years ago. I hit it off right away and soon felt inseparable. I couldn't see her online every day, and even if I didn't chat for a while, I felt that my day was too boring.

, it seems that life has also lost its sunshine.

Over the past three years, we met and got to know each other, chatted a lot, and learned a lot. I felt that the time was ripe to meet, so we agreed to rush to the broken bridge of the West Lake from different places at the same time to meet for the first time on the day we first met.

"Dreams Over Jiangnan", as can be seen from this online name, is a girl who is very prone to fantasy and sentimental. She said that she likes the rainy days in Jiangnan, and even more likes the smell of gardenia mixed in the rain.

She doesn't like plain and mediocre love, and always hopes that she and the prince charming in her heart will meet unexpectedly on the broken bridge of the West Lake like Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, and rub the spark of love at the moment they pass each other.

, since then, the two have been in love with each other, and have developed a more influential love story that will be passed down from generation to generation.

The evening wind was very cool, blowing my hair and blowing raindrops onto my face. The raindrops were scented with gardenia and slowly slid down my face, like my tears, mixed in the rain with the wind.

Land.

I shuttle between the busy traffic, from dawn to dusk, imagining that a girl who makes my heart beat will appear on the ancient and beautiful broken bridge. I always fantasize about her appearance, her smell, and her beauty.

A sweet voice and a soft laugh.

She should be wearing white clothes, she should be full of hope, letting go of joy in the drizzle.

I love this rainy season that is full of temptation and romance. I hope to see that girl who loves fantasizing and dreaming as soon as possible. I love the confused eyes in the wind and rain, and the unclear phantom in the fog.

Standing in the rain, the lonely wind blew me alone, and the foggy singing entangled my tired heart, making me completely lost in the beauty of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. I was waiting, waiting for the sudden beauty and tenderness, waiting

The lingering and intertwined love envelops my lonely and lonely soul.

Over the years, I have been pursuing my own love and looking for my own girl.

I once wandered in the wind, waited in the rain, and was often drenched by the cool rain and then blown dry by the wind. The girl who appeared repeatedly in my dreams refused to meet me.

My eyes began to blur. After this rainy season, the girl I had long admired was about to appear. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella and dressed in white, wandering alone on the broken bridge she had longed for, waiting for the excitement.

The moment comes as soon as possible.

West Lake is beautiful, a poem, a natural picture, and a beautiful and moving story.

Orioles are flying, grass is growing, and tourists are bustling.

There are two embankments in Subai and peach and willow trees on the bank.

The water on the lake is rippling and there are boats dotted there.

From time to time, young lovers pass by half hugging each other. The mountains in the distance are hazy and green.

The Lei Feng Tower shrouded in mist and rain is vaguely visible, as if it is telling the story of that lonely, poignant and touching love story.

From across the lake came the dull voice of a cold man from the north, singing the song "A Date on a Broken Bridge": "Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, passionate tears, flying in my longing, you tell me how it feels after you leave, I will never forget it"

Experience. The oil-paper umbrella is also a matchmaker, lingering in the waiting room, just for your frowning eyebrows at the bottom of the tower. I am willing to use a hammer of twilight drum to make amends for my past life and this life, all kinds of love and hate.

A stream of autumn water looks at the empty face of the past life, the empty face of the past life, several reincarnations. Walking into this broken bridge to date, the sad love, who is sad, thousands of years of loyalty are engraved on the dust-covered stone tablet.

Dating, the eternal fire of love, who is burning, the traces of searching are in the story, going back and forth. "Although the West Lake is beautiful, I have no intention of admiring it at this time. There is another kind of beauty waiting for me. I speed up my pace and head towards it.

Walking to the Broken Bridge... When I first arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, it was a season of drizzle. The dense and fine rain blew in the wind, gently falling on my hair, eyebrows, and lips, bringing with it a bit of coolness.

Walking alone on the streets of Jiangnan, especially on such a rainy day, one will feel lonely because of loneliness.

Walking from the great desert in the north, over the mountains and ridges, to the south of the Yangtze River, it was to fulfill a promise and fulfill a girl's wish.

I met a girl named "Meng Duan Jiangnan" on the Internet three years ago. I hit it off right away and soon felt inseparable. I couldn't see her online every day, and even if I didn't chat for a while, I felt that my day was too boring.

, it seems that life has also lost its sunshine.

Over the past three years, we met and got to know each other, chatted a lot, and learned a lot. I felt that the time was ripe to meet, so we agreed to rush to the broken bridge of the West Lake from different places at the same time to meet for the first time on the day we first met.

"Dreams Over Jiangnan", as can be seen from this online name, is a girl who is very prone to fantasy and sentimental. She said that she likes the rainy days in Jiangnan, and even more likes the smell of gardenia mixed in the rain.