Misty Rain Nanxun

When I arrived at Nanxun Ancient Town, it started to rain. The ancient town in the rain was quiet and peaceful. I couldn’t help but stop while standing on the bridge. The twigs of the green willows gently brushed my cheeks with the wind. The reflections rippled in circles, and the boat sailed slowly by, slowly admiring the ancient town in the rain, and looking at the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, which was like a dream. It is a beautiful scenery that makes people miss you and forget to leave. A river of mist, rain and a wisp of love is a beautiful scenery that you have to experience.

The ancient town is so elegant and beautiful that it seems to have been silenced. Only the sound of raindrops can be heard, one after another, as if it is knocking on people's hearts. Quietly, lightly, the dripping rain gently hits the rubble and kisses the leaf tips, as if it is also dripping in the heart.

In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the water is weak and the sky is misty, a few orchids are swaying, and the dark clouds overlap heavily, just like the delicate narcissus blooming side by side on rice paper, but with a subtle melancholy. The dense water vapor in the air lingers around the boat in the ripples of light, dotted with the blur of dreams.

The sentimental Jiangnan is immersed in the cool rain, the twilight is all around, the sky is as hazy as splashing ink, it is wet and cool, and the place where you stare is hazy.

Looking at the long ink scroll in front of me, standing in the wind, my thoughts as thin as cicada wings are floating and misty, just following the empty and psychedelic fog to dance to the end of the world. In a trance, I forget for a moment that my heart is full. When did the sorrow start and where will it go?

A misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a beautiful encounter, those are the dark and green years, whose years are the most beautiful, and whose heart is touched by the feelings deep in the misty rain. A cup of tea, a prosperous misty rain, a person, a promise in the misty rain, a faint gaze in the depths of time, sighing the years.

In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the water is weak and the sky is misty. The overlapping ink-colored clouds are like clean lotus flowers on rice paper, but they carry a subtle melancholy. From time to time the light rain in the sky cast a faint blur.

I am drunk in Jiangnan, and I am dreaming of Jiangnan. I am not a returnee, just a passerby. Although you are not my past, you are my indelible memory!

Nanxun in the rain has an indescribable veil, hazy and inexplicably attractive. The dense mist shrouded the mountains in the distance, and it felt like "it came out after calling for thousands of times, half-hiding its face with a pipa in its arms" as if it took me to a place in Dai Wangshu's novel

Oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley

I hope to meet

a lilac-like

The girl with sorrow

She has

sorrow like lilac

Sad in the rain

Sad and hesitant

She was wandering in the lonely rainy alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Just like me

Walking silently

Cold, desolate and melancholy

She approached silently...