Prose describing Jiangnan scenery

Jiangnan has always been synonymous with fantasy and classical beauty. Jiangnan is a land of plenty, where waterways are developed and great nations and cultures are nurtured in the water. Jiangnan is rich, and every household has plenty of food and clothing. This is a gift from heaven, and it is also the harvest of hardworking Jiangnan people. In the blending of man and nature, the beauty of Jiangnan has been passed down for thousands of years.

At present, there is another place where you can "lift your legs and go, I want a backpack". I'm afraid this is the only place. It's great to see it, but it's the place I want to stay most at present.

Whenever I say "I'm in Hangzhou" to my friends, most of them will add "you" and then reply "I think you've been living in Hangzhou and never left".

On the way to the hotel, I had sex with Hangzhou. The first time, in the winter of 2003, I went to Wuzhen and settled in Hangzhou. At that time, I was still alone. In addition to children, the leading role and supporting role also appeared one after another, but it doesn't matter. That winter, it snowed in Wuzhen, with white walls and black tiles. It was cold and beautiful. Sitting on the "beauty" by the water, my eyes are a little confused and full of dreams. Hangzhou is only a stopover and has no memory. However, after this holiday, you can't go around Jiangnan: Suzhou and Yangzhou.

Hangzhou, Wuxi, Zhouzhuang and Tongli

"Smoke and rain paint the bridge, and the wind curtain is green." Standing in the garden, facing the Leifeng Tower. Between the mountains, the clouds are deep and foggy, and the air is fresh; Beside the green water, the gray walls and white tiles, fireworks people. It's early summer in the garden, and there are no flowers or leaves. Xiao He was founded for the first time, but he is slim. The winding water, like a beautiful woman hanging down her eyes, whispers on her wrist: if you think deeply, I hope people will understand. If you have a wish, I hope it can come true. "The phoenix tail is dense and the dragons are fine", and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion written by Cao Xueqin is in line with this situation.

Speaking of Xiaoxiang, I think of the "Children of Huxiang" party a few days ago. I have never seen such noise before. When I was a classmate with you, I was only 6.7 years old and didn't dare to make trouble. Come to think of it, isn't this the character of Hunan people? Noisy, straightforward, strong-willed, overbearing, passionate, and clear about love and hate. What do I look like from Hunan? Every time I am bullied, I feel wronged and doubt that I am not from Hunan. Watching you dance recklessly and play games regardless of gender, I just sit quietly in the corner watching or patting behind the camera. But I don't dislike or hate you. We really laughed and made a scene. Our time together, though beautiful, finally became a dream.

"The clear water covers the sky and the moon, and the wind is light and the clouds are light." This Jiangnan Hangzhou is the most beautiful; This quiet and nice appearance is the most worth writing down and keeping memories.

Recalling Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou best. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

I am familiar with the scenery.

(1) I always thought that when I was depressed, I would go for a walk alone and go to a corner of the city.

On that day, a person got on the bus to this park, listening to music with headphones on all the way, immersed in his own world.

The flowers are beautiful and stand by the lake. The wind on the lake made the clothes hunt and the hair fly. The crowd around me is surging, lovers are holding hands, and there is a smile on their brow. I suddenly fall into memories, perhaps because of their happiness. ?

Go straight, go straight to the other side, go to the seaside and go through the crowd. No one will notice that there is a girl wearing headphones, dragging her lazy feet and then slowly walking to the other end.

I walked across the beach and on the bridge. How many people have crossed the bridge? Lover, family and friends, but I am lonely. I crossed every intersection leading to the bridge and passed many people. The sun has set, but the excitement has never come to mind.

I just found out that I am actually afraid of loneliness.

Even in the face of loneliness, it is still lonely.

(2) During the holiday, I got on a bumpy bus and went home.

In that season, when corn and melon are ripe, I always like to eat chestnuts, perhaps because I feel extremely precious without chestnuts. Chestnut trees are difficult to survive because of their high terrain, and neighbors have never carried them. My grandmother has one. The tree grows tall, but the fruit will not mature.

A few years ago, my father transplanted one in the field. It was not tall enough, thin and weak, but I didn't want to work in the field that day. When I saw the fruit falling to the ground, I was full of joy, although the fruit was much smaller than that sold in the market.

(3) In fact, this campus is beautiful, with every path and every corner.

I've been too comfortable with the status quo. My efforts have been shallow since I was a child. I am ordinary all the way, even if I have contact with the university, I have only stayed at the local state college. Here, when I meet my classmates who are far away from home, I will feel envious unconsciously. How nice it is to take a walk! But now I feel very happy to stay in this land.

Do you like flowers?

It all started! I have always said that this winter in the south is nothing like winter. Even if the wind is still cold and the sunshine is still short-lived, it will never prevent all kinds of flowers from blooming, such as cherry blossoms, azaleas, orchids, magnolias and other nameless flowers.

This winter has passed, and all kinds of flowers are blooming again. The flowers that had withered that winter were already lush. It's a good spring, a good view and a good scholar.

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the old campus is unforgettable. Although our generation of students are not deeply attached to it, it does not hinder its majesty and simplicity.

I still remember the teacher assigned homework and asked us to write fifteen metaphors about the Wild Goose Pagoda. That afternoon, my friends and I went under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the old campus and felt different feelings.

This is a little poem written at that time.

Wild Goose Pagoda?

Walking in the "Yanling with Green" Garden?

Has the bonus in the dead vine at the top of the corridor been announced?

Winter in the south?

Everything is a little awkward?

Have the characters of Yanta in institutions of higher learning been shipped out now?

Praise the poet for a thousand years?

In the sunset,

This book sounds very loud.

Like my lost dream.

My dream! Can you sail?

If you ask me what I like about campus, the first thing I want to say is the scenery in the library. I always think orchids are noble and elegant, and I really don't like them very much. In the eyeful of green, orchids are in full bloom, and a small crystal clear pond flows down the rockery, where several carp koi fish enjoy themselves.

There are China's paintings and calligraphy in the room for them to watch.

Painting his book is really a splash of ink,

Add wind songs to the sleeves to make poems.

(4) those deep memories, or inner tangled pains. It's just a little cinnabar in the fleeting time. This can't be erased or hidden, so be calm.

Even if you are deeply miserable about something, you can't start all over again. No matter how weak you are, you close your eyes and fantasize about starting over. When you break your eyes, you are still you, missing, suffering and the future, still walking with time.

Whenever and wherever, you will inadvertently touch a string in your heart, either sad or happy.