Shooting Jiangnan garden works in the rain

April in the south of the Yangtze River is drizzling, just like a gentle woman, with petals like her face and willow leaves like her eyebrows.

In the afternoon, I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao. 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.

April in the south of the Yangtze River is drizzling, just like a handful of lilacs swaying gently in the rain, like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful.

Rain and fog condense on lilacs, like a drop of clear tears, and thoughts float away like lilacs. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, with a series of ripples.

In April, it was drizzling in the south of the Yangtze River, just like an old poet, rocking his boat in the clear and transparent Fuchun River and slowly approaching the small sandbar on the misty river ...

Who cares about spring scenery in Jiangnan?

[modern]

Wang Guowei

Who said it was spring in Jiangnan? No one has been to the abandoned bamboo and rattan garden.

The number of high willows is close to the ancient road, and one vine is red all over the thousand branches.

Ran Ran red clouds will be green, looking back at the forest, the sunset is infinite.

If spring comes back early, Yu Chun will only make people excited.

Niannujiao Jiangnan Spring Jujube

[Song]

Zhong Bing

Jiangnan spring comes early, there are still many cold alleys, and the flowers are gradually drifting away. At the beginning of the color, plum blossoms are exhausted, not counting Fiona Fang red and green. Cherish the poet, give it to you and sing a song. Six flowers are ashamed to leave, and jade is everywhere.

Remember that there are guests in Chang 'an who walk through Dongguo and have no pity for the poor. The stream in front of the drum is not prosperous, and the cold is afraid of aquatic rocks. Near your home, there is no road in the ridge, and icicles are arranged in a silver house. Spring comes to the urn head, calling back the dream in the middle of the night.

Berthing Guazhou

[Song] Wang Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Jiangnanchun

Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.