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Jiangnan is misty and rainy. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting people or things in small towns with elegant posture.

The low house is covered with dark tiles. Some grass floated from nowhere in the gap, a small one, humble but quiet, waiting for the rain. When it rains, water falls from the gap, forming a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. A moment, a moment, seems to be a trembling spring.

Then, the ditch in front of the door rang. Thin, soft, shy ... there will be shallow water in two palm-wide ditches, and all kinds of strange lines and lines will change, intertwined and reflected the short eaves. Occasionally, I will see the leaves washed by grandma in the morning, floating on them, stopping and stopping, and finally flowing away. And the little boy's marbles next door, gorgeous and pure. After a while, you will hear the sound of "snapping". Two-year-old children stepped barefoot in the ditch, one hand clumsily grabbed the corner of trousers, and the other hand paddled in the water, and a kind of joy overflowed into their hearts. At this time, the mother's reprimand sounded, and the alley became lively and the rain was jubilant.

Rain-soaked bluestone slabs have been spread to the edge of uncle's yard. The old banyan tree stood there. The leaves in the rain are green, dense, static and waiting. Consistently provided shade for the people in the lane, and the roots were embedded in the bluestones, paving a road leading to the street, which was very wet and poetic. Children in slippers stepped on a string of smiling faces under the tree and jumped up and down to avoid cats and dogs. My brother who is good at painting opens the window and depicts the healthy posture of the old tree under the eaves. The drizzle is as elegant as lilacs, and he tells his alley under the brush.

The rain moistened the thick trunk of the old tree, sipped the dust in people's hearts and soaked the things in the alley.

Alleys flow, between small towns, in misty rain, in people's hearts. Very good! Tell it with the same attitude-on this rainy day.

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Poetry in ordinary life-"Jiangnan, misty and rainy." Alleys flow quietly between small towns, and people or things in small towns are interpreted with elegant gestures. "It is desirable to start writing, which has won the charm of Shen Congwen.

"I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of rain falling on my head. For a while, for a while, it seems to be a trembling spring, which reveals the author's naive poetic feelings. "It is because of this feeling that the ordinary life below is poetic." Occasionally, I will see grandma's washed leaves floating on it in the morning, stop and go, and finally flow to the distance. " This is not Baudelaire's intention to take ugliness as beauty, but the author's heartfelt touch, so there are "green leaves waiting in the rain", "poetic green slate" and "splash reflecting smiling face" The author touched us as well as himself.