Jiangnan misty rain dream prose

The longer a thing lasts, the deeper it leaves in people's hearts. Most of the time and personnel we have experienced in life will be gradually forgotten. The following is my prose of misty rain dreams in the south of the Yangtze River. I hope everyone will look carefully!

In the misty rain and dream rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of water gurgles under the umbrella, the blue river sinks with misty rain, the melody is soft, the tea is fragrant, plain clothes's hair is loose and tender, and the tenderness under the oiled paper umbrella. Every scene that touches the heartstrings seems to remember the deep feelings of the past. The stiff figure gradually drifted away when the dusk approached Hongyan, but in the blink of an eye, it would be deeply locked in the misty rain.

Misty rain on Qingshiqiao is a poem divorced from ancient rhyme. Although far away from the glory of the past, in this warm picture, people will deeply feel a unique charm of Jiangnan-dreaming without waking up, searching for past lives. I have imagined the touch of Jiangnan countless times, wondering whether the delicate misty rain is as spotless as described in ancient books, whether the red face under the umbrella is covered with a pair of tears that make people love, whether the story in the rain is really as soft and lingering as the poet recited, and whether the blue bricks and green tiles bearing the fading years will make the poet linger.

Maybe she is just a dream, a dream after a misty rain. Whenever the drizzle gently falls to the tip of the pen, the closed heart will quietly open between dreams and waking, and then let the past tenderness in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River slowly continue in this endless sky.

I have never been to Jiangnan, but I don't think Jiangnan is a strange place. It seems that whenever the drizzle sneaks into the night, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River will come as scheduled. At this time, the original tired footsteps will forget the distance of this rainy lane in this poetic ancient town, stop and go, and more is a lingering misty rain and a pleasant bath of ancient rhyme.

One day, or a rainy night, a weak drizzle dripped into the depths of my heart with the wind, so a Jiangnan ink painting, a beautiful sentence and two graceful wisps of kitchen smoke fainted on that pure white rice paper and sang the tenderness of dreams in that distant ancient rhyme.

The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River entrusts the feelings of poets from ancient times to the present, and misty mist is the source of inspiration for poetry. However, this misty and rainy poetic style and semi-humid rhyme are inevitably mixed with sadness. This is just a dream, a familiar but strange dream. Every scene in the dream, every passerby, is stuck in my heart. Blue Moon's beautiful face and beautiful dance steps are repeated, on a rainy night, beside the bluestone road in the south of the Yangtze River. In the dreamland, there is a girl with an oil-paper umbrella. She is waiting for the agreement of past lives, blooming tenderness under the umbrella. The flute in the dream is melodious, as well as the drizzle outside the dream, the purples dripping in front of the steps, and the silent love.

On the empty steps, the rain is silent, and the fragrance of tea lingers. Jiangnan misty rain dream, umbrella in the rain. How many sad stories began here, how many pen and ink dripped in the misty rain, how many tender feelings, kind and alienated bluestones in Jiangnan, an ancient town full of dreams, engraved with moving pictures. All this may only be settled when the next drizzle comes, and maybe she will always be just an intoxicating fragment. The picture of escaping from the dream to the reality is like the moment when the drizzle drops on the cheek. In that endless dream, I thought that the beautiful image that emerged in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was dripping in the love of this life and pursuing the past life. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the inevitable rain lane and the inevitable oil-paper umbrella.

When the first spring rain has passed, without the cold of winter, it is the warmth of spring and endless greenery; When the last spring rain passed, spring left, bid farewell to the nostalgic but short-lived spring, and ushered in the hot summer.

When misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River dreamed of going to college, he had a roommate. We all call him a big fool. He is 178, naive, kind and introverted. Besides eating and sleeping, his life is to wish his eyebrows. Zhu Mei is his girlfriend in his hometown. The big fool is outrageous to Zhu Mei.

The big fool got good grades, so he went to tutor, 2500 yuan a month. It's so far away that he doesn't even want to spend the bus money. He walks in the sun for an hour in summer, which is called exercise. He used the money for two purposes. Once, I bought a train ticket and went home for 20 hours to see Zhu Mei. The other is to give the rest of the money to Zhu Mei.

In my sophomore year, there was a girl chasing a big fool. Although he is stupid, he looks clean and doesn't like to talk at ordinary times. Nobody knows that he has a girlfriend. The girl delivers food to the fool on time at noon every day. It's delicious, and we all envy it with its combination of meat and vegetables. Fools always shirk, sorry classmates, I don't want my girlfriend to be unhappy when she knows. The girl wouldn't listen to anything, held it in his arms for a while, and then ran around in circles, holding the rice in her arms and reluctant to eat it. Later, I saw that he set aside ten yuan from his precious salary every day as cooking money, and prepared to return it to his female classmates later.

After eating for a month, one night, the female classmate found a bunch of people to surround the dormitory building and went downstairs awkwardly. The lesbian said, I like you. The fool took out 300 yuan from his pocket and put it in the hands of his female classmate. He faltered and said, thank you for the meal for so many days. This is a meal. Thank you so much. I'm sorry. Everyone is crying, and so is the girl student. I'm a little angry, too, but I can't blame him for being silly.

Once I asked him, silly, what do you mean by saying you like wishing eyebrows? There is a glimmer of brilliance in the big fool's eyes. He said, my eyebrows are very good and very kind. I asked, is it kind?

You don't know, Zhu Mei is kind and brave. There is a small river in our village, and everyone likes to swim in it. Once a child drowned, Zhu Mei happened to be on the shore and jumped into the water with a splash, saving people, but Zhu Mei was too tired to swim. I asked nervously: What should I do? The fool said with a smile, fortunately, another person came next to him and saved Zhu Mei.

On graduation wine day, we drank a lot. I'm crazy, stupid and crazy. I have a brother's game Actually, I don't want to be stupid. I patted the idiot on the shoulder: Idiot, after you work, you still have to save some money yourself, and don't give everything to Zhu Mei, okay?

Silly and cheerful: she is not afraid of me. I smiled: Is life hers, too? He said stupidly, life is hers, too.

I feel stupid, one-track mind. I don't give him advice, but I always change the subject. I said, silly, haven't you shown me the picture of wishing eyebrow?

The fool nodded, turned out his mobile phone and muttered, I don't show it to ordinary people either.

It turns out that Zhu Mei is so beautiful, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, standing in the heavy snow, looking at other places. Idiot continue to turn, it is a photo of Zhu Mei sitting in a chair looking at the front. This photo of wishing eyebrow is dazzling. I didn't even look at the camera.

Fool stopped pulling, looked at this photo for a long time and suddenly said, do you know why Zhu Mei didn't come to me? He pointed at Zhu Mei's eyes: Look, she is blind.

I froze in place.

The fool cried when he finished, and the tears fell: I'm sorry for her. The child she saved by diving was me. She was also a little girl at that time. Somehow, her eyes were infected in the water, and she could no longer see. The fool buries his face and cries endlessly: I like her for a long time, and I am so sorry for her.

After a while, he cleared up his mood and looked up with great promise: Great, now I can go back and marry her.

I followed the red eye, and it turned out that the big fool was not stupid at all.

Two months later, I received an invitation from a big fool to attend the wedding. Idiot called me and was overjoyed, saying that he had built a new house.

The house was actually built by Zhu Mei. Zhu Mei didn't spend any pocket money at school. He saved 80 thousand in four years, plus some money from his family, and made a home.

I don't want to know which life has a more appropriate definition of happiness. I just look back on the road we have traveled, all of which are beautiful spring scenery, like a dream.

Dream back to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, people are as light as chrysanthemums. She is the only woman in the world.

Women in the world are colorful. Only with her, sad and poetic.

She is the first female architect in China. She is the designer of the national emblem of China people. She is an enthusiastic poetess. She is a pure female writer and a wandering elf. ...

She is Lin, a multifaceted and imperfect Lin, surpassing the gossip heroine. She is the most memorable woman in the Republic of China.

She came from a famous family and studied in Europe and America. But she had a lonely childhood. She is the daughter of a concubine, and her father died at the age of twenty-one. It is this early experience that has created a strong heart that no woman can surpass.

She is a serious person, a person who reads widely and speaks wholeheartedly. Xu Zhimo divorced for her, but she didn't cross the line between men and women, just regarded him as the best friend and confidant in life. Not only in her life, but also in her career. She is very talented in architecture and often haunts the wilderness to investigate. She has always been meticulous and measured repeatedly, which finally adds a lot of color to the architectural history of China. What's more worth mentioning is that she described the boring ancient buildings tactfully with beautiful writing and creative thinking, which is also her unique contribution as an architectural scholar.

Who says that life must be ups and downs to be stable, but it can't last long if it is too smooth?

Lin's good days are actually too short. In that turbulent era, the cloud of war hung over the city, but even if "the war burned to the door of my wife's living room", she was not afraid of anything; But when she heard the news that the defenders were retreating, a strong sense of shame came to her mind.

One day, the couple received an invitation signed by "Greater East Asia Glory Association", inviting them to attend a meeting. They tore up the invitation angrily and decided to move their family to the south.

Running all the way, I finally came to Lizhuang. Unfortunately, lung disease eroded the forest, and it was a severe winter, and the old diseases came back and knocked the forest down. Even so, when several universities and museums in the United States invited Liang Sicheng and Lin to work in the United States and treat Lin in time, she politely declined: "My motherland is in disaster, and I can't leave her; If I have to die under bayonets and bombs, I will die on the land of my motherland. "

Although Li Zhuang lived in a difficult environment, she devoted herself to architectural research, which made her a legend in the architectural field.

Her firm patriotism goes far beyond the well-known Lin.

Her efforts and waiting ushered in the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

With the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the gloom in Lin's heart was also swept away. After returning to Peiping, Lin talked with some students from afar about literature, art and architecture, which was full of interest.

However, when the hard night came, she tossed and turned in bed, coughed all night, took medicine, drank water and expectorated again and again in the middle of the night ... all this can only be borne by herself.

Even so, she took on the responsibility of designing the national emblem, working all night for several days, and all the information and drawings were piled on the ground. After more than three months of fighting day and night, we finally designed it, which is the national emblem we see now.

Night is coming again.

Lin woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly became short of breath ... The curtain of the night was opened a little bit, and the black robe of death fell quietly ... Dawn sadly dedicated warmth to this snow-white room and the snow-white person in the hospital bed.

1955 April 1, 6 o'clock in the morning, the freshest moment of the day, the world has just woken up and the morning dew has not evaporated. Such a moment is actually very suitable for heaven to open its doors and welcome this beautiful soul.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

The life of a generation of talented women is sealed by the April season.