Sentences of beautiful scenery in Jiangnan

1. Stepping on the green flag, listening to the deep bell, walking through the long street in the rainy season. I never thought that there was a red paper umbrella floating by. I just wanted to see the moss-covered wall roots, the smooth and shiny stone steps and a blue face. Looking at the sky, the lead curtain is crumbling, the wind blows down raindrops at first, and how quiet the ancient city should be in the ticking rhythm. Raised eaves and hanging tiles make the raindrops converge into a clear stream and fall from the front. Looking at the rain through the rain curtain, I don't know whether the clear rain stimulates the nerves that have been sealed for a long time or the natural light of the stone wall, and everything becomes pure. All this seems to be a lingering meaning in ancient times.

2. The scarlet paint on the door was beyond recognition, only a few parts could distinguish the bright red, but the door was still plastered with the "double happiness" that had already turned white, and the wind gently picked the door open, so the door gave a "squeaky" laugh. In the dark room, an elderly woman sat with a needle and thread in her hand, sewing clothes in her arms. Maybe it was like this many years ago. Because of this, the thin wrinkles on her clothes will slowly climb up her smooth forehead, so she has changed from a young woman to an old woman with silver hair.

3. The quiet wind blows all over the south of the Yangtze River, the sadness and faint cries of the old vines, the remoteness of the small bridge and the joy of the lotus leaf field. In these countless moments, Jiangnan has transformed into another clean world, and he summarized the outline of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, a sentimental paradise, has nurtured simple and kind human beings, whether it is the law of life at sunrise and sunset or the hobby of playing chess, poetry and painting; Whether it is exquisite and beautiful food culture or exquisite garden art, the unique cultural heritage of the water town is opening a window to the world, and a strong cultural atmosphere spreads all over the world.

4. If the night in Zhouzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River is a gentle woman, then the night by the Fujiang River in Suining is a young man full of masculinity. If the night in Jiangnan is a pipa to us, then the night in Fujiang is a fierce gong and drum!

5. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, it was drizzling. I don't know when it will rain in Mao Mao this afternoon. I like walking in this drizzle, which makes my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. In the gloom, my thoughts are flying.

6. Sitting on the boat in Wu Peng, we either tell jokes to each other or listen to the friendly paddle sound of Wu Peng's boat. Listen, it's very rhythmic. "Bang, bang ..." Or we are all eating delicious white sugar in our hands, so we are very happy.

7. The red in front of me seems to be rippling in circles. This is the culture of Jiangnan people! A quiet city will at least not disappear because of the existence of these red life. It is culture that builds Jiangnan, art that deepens Jiangnan, and emotion that perfects Jiangnan. Grandma said that paper-cutting needs patience, care and perseverance. The elegance of Jiangnan is forged by the delicate feelings of Jiangnan people, and it is the crystallization of dribs and drabs of cultural accumulation over countless years. She has her own feelings, her own personality and her own dreams.

8. Near the port of the island, looking at the other side of the sunny day, it has been covered with a layer of water curtain by misty rain, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, and there is endless silvery white everywhere.

9. The drizzle is falling like lilac lilacs swaying gently in the rain. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, with a series of ripples.

10. mottled walls leave traces year after year. Rows of houses are neatly arranged, and the eaves are slightly tilted upward, as if it were a beautiful smile. Faded red bricks and blue tiles are also vicissitudes. The mystery of the ancient town is elusive, but it seems that it can't resist what it has been buried for so long. It buried so many things that it finally couldn't hide anymore. It wants to talk, and it wants to tell the sky about the ancient and mysterious past one by one. ...

1 1. People are more intimate. After bathing with clear water, they feel relaxed. The grandmother who sells rice cakes warmly invited us to eat rice cakes. Brush oil and discharge. Delicious and delicious! We came to Zhu Mu store, the old man played bamboo and wood for us, and showed us the treasure. It's an eye-opener. At dinner, the old man made us two yellow cucumbers ... two strange families became very familiar in this ancient town.

12. I came to Anchang ancient town and looked around, as if I had gone back to the past. Look, the road paved with slate, the bridge paved with slate, and the pillars built with slate. If tourists are allowed to wear ancient clothes again, it is impossible to tell whether they are modern or past.

13. In the ancient town, even the paths paved with bluestone slabs are so antique. Gorgeous high-heeled shoes collide with the bluestone, making a "bang" sound, but it sounds like a piano playing fairy notes. They are laughing and running, as beautiful as dancing sunshine on the wall and dancing a gorgeous waltz.

14. But the petals are like her face and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. She was born in an ordinary family in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. She has a stupid father and a loving mother. She often wears a coarse blue cloth sewn by her mother and carries a boat to the end of the lotus pond. Picking delicate lotus flowers with her white hands. Her name is Mu Furong, but people call her a lotus picker.

15. In the evening, the sunset glow reflected the sky and covered with rosy clouds, and walked into the ancient street. Xia Guang disappeared into the sky bit by bit, and lanterns outside shops in ancient streets lit up the night one after another. Before nightfall, the ancient streets in the evening presented psychedelic beauty under the blue sky. Behind the shop is the river. The light seeps from the wooden doors and windows of every shop, illuminating the night river, reflecting the soft and classical taste and telling the unchanging Jiangnan for thousands of years.

16. At this time, I was already sitting in the pavilion across the river. Suddenly, I realized that Jiangnan was a girl hiding in a black paint grid to avoid Shimada Hanzo. Through the sandalwood outside the window, the south of the Yangtze River in front of us is like a thick ink painting. On the pebble table, a cup of hot tea is steaming, mixed with misty rain, which is difficult to see clearly. Did the girl drink? I don't know about Jun Jun, but it's miserable and cold. Drops of pink tears, splashed on the scroll of ink painting, are the tenderness of Jiangnan. Clouds blossom and fall, tears streaming down her face, and this hatred is endless, all in Jiangnan.

17. Old Town Street, known as "Fujian First Street". This ancient street is 100 meters long and 100 meters wide. The center of the street is paved with bluestone slabs. From north to south, it forms a "nine bends and thirteen bends", just like a flying dragon. On both sides of the ancient street, nearly 100 cobblestone alleys crisscross, long or short, wide or narrow, with high walls and narrow lanes, which are simple and remote.

18. The apricot blossoms are all gone, leaving only pale yellow memories, infiltrating the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still confused, dancers dancing like spring rain bring lingering feelings. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, I woke up like a dream. Wan Li is blue and hazy in the silky lingering, just like the purity of Utopia and the tranquility of Taoyuan. The wind can't stop, only faint confusion shakes the green cover of the lotus pond, touches the misty village in the distance, and welcomes the fairyland-like dream that has never been seen before. The dripping spring rain is falling, and the brewing clouds are beating the vast land as gently as the thin sand. Jiangnan brings the melancholy of apricot blossom rain and the sadness of spring rain.

19. Water! A stream flows quietly, like a silver chain in the sun. I quickly played with water, smooth slate, little black fish ... The water was clear and the pebbles on the riverbed were clearly visible. Large and small, many children are playing in the water. Water splashed everywhere, becoming a pearl necklace in the air, fresh and clear. The splashed water drops fall, with small ripples, crystal clear and colorful.

20. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on the leaves and the sound of rain hitting bananas. From time to time, there are several wonderful splashes on the bluestone board, which are light and clear, but they are happy. The fog on the lake slowly recedes, it is raining strangely on the mountain, and everything in front of us has just been bathed, which is clearer, more magical, more charming and more affectionate. The lying slope bridge on the lake looks quite graceful under the faint fog, which reminds people of the beautiful scenery in the rain just now.

2 1. As soon as I entered the town, I smelled a Jiangnan flavor. After crossing Wolong Bridge, I strolled in Beizha Street and Jiangwharf, and three or two women beat clothes with mallets. On the shore, plumes of white smoke were emitted from coal stoves. The winding green hills in the distance are faintly visible, and a touch of setting sun is sprinkled from the hills, which is quite artistic.

22. When you arrive in Xitang, don't miss the Wu Peng boat after dinner. Red lanterns are lit on the boat, which complement the lanterns under the eaves on the shore. Sitting in the bow of Wu Peng's boat, drinking green tea and facing the cool breeze, a fresh feeling arises spontaneously. Moonlight shines on the water, like small sparks, igniting the microwave-sparkling river, thus adding a warm color to the river. It's really "people are crossing the water, and the shadow shakes the end of the month."

23. This spring rain is unhurried and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, as lingering as a breeze, caressing and infiltrating mountains and rivers? The sky is dark, and the rain and dew are dancing like dancers on the leaves of flowers and plants. As soon as the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. The mountains are handsome, the water is abundant, and people are more energetic.

24. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the footsteps of raindrops are slow and lazy. However, it is still drifting in the sky, perhaps messy or orderly. Looking at the railing, water and sky are one color, and things are integrated with me. From time to time, several fish jump out of the lake. They have been together with the spring rain for a long time and have long been integrated. Rain is no longer rain, and fish is no longer fish. They are all spirits of nature. Rain moistens everything, and fish is the master of the rain village.

25. The rain falls gently in the small lotus pond between the lotus leaves, splashing bright little water and jumping and rolling on the green lotus leaves. A little careless, "jingle", rolled to "under the bed", scared the fish to flee everywhere, but it covered its stomach and was overjoyed. Quiet water droplets can have the image of a lady with a small jasper. Although not as expensive and rare as agate pearls, they are gentle and elegant. It lies quietly on the lotus leaf, never disturbing Xifeng, and keeps its place.

26. Walking on the blue bricks and green stones, I am eager to remember every detail of Jiangnan. Every grass and tree seems to have that calm temperament. The road extends to unknown places, and every fork on the road leads to a different Jiangnan.

27. It is a pleasant thing to take off your shoes, step barefoot on the calm stone road, and feel the tenderness of this ancient town like a woman in Tang Jiangnan, which is completely different from watching the voice waltz. What is that? It should be gentle and quiet. It's as quiet as if it doesn't exist here, but her beauty can't be ignored.

28. The slate is clear and all kinds of slate are naturally put together. The high and low stone road leads the road to a new corner. There are many colors of slate, such as cyan, pure and flawless, black in green and bright green in green. Looking closely, I seem to hear a gentle knock, as if I saw the rings of the years.

29. Women have made Jiangnan. In Jiangnan, women are not only gentle and affectionate, but also versatile. Embroidering and singing seems to be natural. In fact, what I like best is that Jiangnan women write poems. If the painting of poetry is self-contained, the short poems written by women add the charm of Jiangnan. Women make Jiangnan full of a kind of smart beauty. If you stand by a window and watch a woman quietly comb her hair, you will find that time can pass so subtly; If you follow a Jiangnan woman across an ancient road, you will find that life is full of scenery. With women, there is a complete Jiangnan.

30. With the spring rain, mountains and rivers meet and heaven and earth kiss. In the creation of nature, the spring rain is no longer lonely, but brings a fresh breath to everything in the world. This kind of breath is the long-lost spring breeze that people are attached to. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, which gallops in the spring breeze, gathers, afforests the mountains, overflows the lakes, awakens the earth and nourishes the vegetation. All this happened inadvertently, silence is better than sound, what a beautiful spring rain.

3 1. The tile house is a clean, earthy gray wall. There are neat and orderly tiles on the wooden shelf, which are neither monotonous nor boring. A simple and clear feeling welled up in my mind. This kind of beauty: it is a kind of characteristic beauty. The joints of wooden beams are littered with lifelike faucets, which means that a person flies like a dragon. The wooden frame is carved with exquisite patterns, which is pleasing to the eye. What a beautiful scenery ... the name makes people feel comfortable.

32. It is raining in Mao Mao all over the south of the Yangtze River, which adds mystery and mystery to the south. Mixed with raindrops, I stepped into the gardens in Suzhou. These buildings, which combine classical art, are the best representatives of uncontested, fresh and elegant Jiangnan. They don't have the domineering of the Forbidden City. They are the warmest homes for people who have been wandering for a long time. They are elegant and exquisite, and woodcarving, hollowed-out flower windows, pavilions and gardens are the best interpretations of Jiangnan.

At the end of the road, there is a stage that has been neglected for a long time. The edge of the forest is overgrown with weeds, empty and dark. When the candle is lit, the flame is swaying in the wind coming in from the hole in the wall ... The glory of this stage has turned into dust on the wood and will remain in people's memory forever.

34. The drizzle in early spring always carries a hazy enchanting, smoky, dreamy and indistinguishable. Like a bright moon, the air is sometimes mixed with a few delicate fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. The wind drops a little red and the beauty is floating.

35. It is a folk song full of local flavor of Nanwuyi, which has been sung from far away until now; It is a simple pearl, from far away to today; It is a museum with a long history, shaking off the dust and leaving behind precious things. It is a peaceful ancient town, miraculously preserving the ancient houses of the fish cave in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

36. Fog gathered over the ancient town. The drizzle gathered under the eaves. They fell and smashed into the pit on the ground, splashing a little water, and dispersed and gathered again. So soon, the sky on the eaves and the ground under the eaves were shrouded, and a confused white seemed to win the whole world. At this time, every household tightly covers the doors and windows, much like the heart that locks itself tightly for fear of being hurt by the outside world. However, there is an old door that seems to be open or closed.

37. Minor created Jiangnan. Perhaps it is the tile room that pervades the south of the Yangtze River. The grass room not only smells damp, but also has a dull tune. Although she is bored, she is bored and cool. One side of the soil and water support one side. Jiangnan people are not born to sing Shaanxi opera. Their ethereal songs are more like a dialogue with nature. They don't have to scream at the top of their lungs, they just talk. Whether it is a boudoir woman or a generous fisherman, whether it is an old man selling oil-paper umbrellas or a child learning English, minor is their daily language, and songs are words and words are songs. Only with minor can there be a complete Jiangnan.

38. Apricot flowers are too fragile, and the spring rain is a little less beautiful, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in connotation. The apricot blossoms are swaying, and it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: delicate skin, graceful dancing, touching voice and graceful figure, caressing an elegant piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing a beautiful and domineering book, depicting ingenious and lifelike original paintings, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.

39. Perhaps, I never thought about picking the long-awaited beige and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River on a foggy day, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wu Peng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The Memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts the kind of longing in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.

40. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are just green bamboos, wet and green; By the river, the willows have green buds, yellow and green, so lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.

4 1. Xitang's specialty is also famous at home and abroad! For example, tofu, stinky tofu, eight-treasure cake, Euryale seed cake and so on. Oh, especially stinky tofu and Euryale ferox cake. A piece of golden stinky tofu is coated with a layer of Chili sauce. Take a bite. It's crisp, smelly and fragrant. It's delicious! Tourists eat while walking, and the whole ancient town is filled with attractive fragrance. And the cake is full, soft, refreshing and delicious, which really makes people drool.

42. Houses in the south of the Yangtze River will always be two-story buildings. When I disembarked from a stone bridge and walked slowly on the bridge, the scenery of Jiangnan slowly unfolded in front of me. When I climbed to the top of the bridge, I could see the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many houses on both sides of the river. Looking at it, it seems to have extended to the horizon. Tall willows block the sunshine and reflect the shadows in the water, which is like a dream.

43. Walking on the bluestone path, recalling Jiangnan when I was young, is also so elegant. On both sides of the river, there are many boats moored, and several boatmen are shaking their boats sparsely, waiting for tourists. They exude simple innocence and have the oldest quality in Jiangnan.

44. My first impression of this small town in the south of the Yangtze River is antique. In the rainy dusk, the town is like a beautiful girl walking in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

45. A closer look shows that the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaf is bright and clean. The breeze blew and the river rippled with shining waves. Beads of rain are like countless happy little notes, singing happy songs, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful rain scene.

46. When we passed by, we unconsciously came to the front of a department store. Go in and have a look. The goods inside are really antiques. Look, an umbrella made of silk, a figurine made of bamboo and a tea set carved from wood. I can't put it down. I really want to buy all the objective existence home, but I don't have that much money in my pocket.

47. In the misty rain, the beautiful past, such as lilacs, flies, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. You and I meet quietly from two ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross. Flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

48. The misty rain and steam blocked our sight, only heard the sound of "ticking" or "rustling sand" and smelled the fresh and moist fragrance. On the shore of the lake, like smoke, wicker twisted its soft waist slightly in the breeze and drizzle, so that the rain could bathe, let the water drip from her body, and let the spring rain pour the most beautiful nectar in the world all over her body. At this time, there is no Xiao Yue, no residual wind, the peristalsis of life recovery and the recovery of everything in the world, and the happy smile of young life in the cradle of spring rain. Yes, we are all enjoying the incomparable natural breath-the smell of spring rain.

49. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so sultry and quiet. Falling quietly in the dark without anyone noticing. I have lived here unconsciously for almost two years, and I still don't understand her temper, but one thing I am sure of is her charming posture and sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.

50. The path of the bluestone, the willow tree in Yiyi and the exquisite hut in the clear river constitute the most romantic artistic conception in Zhouzhuang! There are many vendors on both sides of the path, which makes this town look so harmonious and lively.