Photographic three-line poem

First article

Memories about Suzhou

After coming back from Suzhou and Hangzhou for a week, I always wanted to write a travel note, but I never knew how to put pen to paper. People are sometimes really like monkeys, and the feeling of the next trip will make people forget the last trip. After coming back, three days of training have completely lost my immersion in traveling. Until today, I opened my notes about Suzhou and Hangzhou, and gradually returned to the mood of that trip as the photos re-entered the footprints of Suzhou and Hangzhou. The first stop of this trip is Hangzhou. But I want to start my trip from Pingjiang Road in Suzhou. Because I never believe in love at first sight, I am alone in Suzhou. When I got out of the taxi and walked into Pingjiang Road with my luggage, I had a strange feeling. This feeling is like meeting a dream, which makes me feel kind and gentle.

This is a simple and natural street. In today's high-rise society, people come and go, noisy and impetuous, and materialistic, there is such a street that completely maintains its own personality. My heart was touched in an instant. Mottled white walls, covered tiles and bluestone roads tell the annual rings here; The waterway passes along the street, and the shadows of trees are projected into the water, adding a charm. There are no beautiful shops along the street, only Sheila's pedestrians on the road, and there is a rare silence. At this moment, I can see such a picture in my mind, clear water, Upright on the waterway, and three or two women washing clothes by the river with a smile. People on the shore greeted each other and greeted each other. A charming woman sits on a stone embankment or a man is on the other side, but she is afraid to express her thoughts. When such a picture flashed by, she suddenly couldn't help laughing. How can I have such a romantic picture, because I have never been romantic, or because Pingjiang Road is a romantic place.

When I came out of the hotel, it began to rain and slowly wet the bluestone pavement. The footsteps of kicking and pulling made my feet stained with some sediment, and some made my feet cough, but I didn't feel annoyed, but I felt a little enjoyable, because I remembered the feeling of wearing sandals every time it rained when I was a child, and I haven't felt this way for a long time. The warm association is due to the simplicity of Pingjiang Road.

Walking slowly in the deep rain lane, let yourself get in close contact with the oblique rain in all directions. The umbrella in my hand is like a prop. At this time, my heart was filled with a kind of comfort. The alley was quiet, and there were not many pedestrians coming and going. I didn't panic because of the rain. Stand under the eaves and wait for a while and watch the rain curtain flow down the eaves in a daze. How long has it been since I saw the rain curtain under the corrugated roof? High-rise buildings with steel bars make such a scene strange. I don't know why, I suddenly have an impulse to cry, not sadness, but gratitude. I am grateful to relive my familiarity in a strange city.

Holding a cup of tea, listening to the piano, I walked into the teahouse, threw myself on the wooden chair, looked at the vines floating out of the window, listened to the falling rain on the eaves, and my mind was blank, but my thoughts did not know where to swim, but it was a kind of relaxation. This is the beauty of traveling alone. You can either have no thoughts or let your thoughts run wild. This is to take a book, order a cup of tea and spend an afternoon in the teahouse.

I like Pingjiang Road, not only because of its simplicity, but also because it is not a business gathering place. Here, I can feel the civilian life in Suzhou, full of peace. In the evening after the rain, Suzhou was a little cold, and the quiet streets began to be lively. People go out of their homes and sit on stone dikes or rattan chairs to enjoy the cool and chat. Some people go out for a walk with their pets, and acquaintances in Lu Yu stand on the roadside to relax, dogs. I was so excited that I began to have fun. I chatted with an uncle, listened to his story about Suzhou and felt the clear water of Pingjiang Road. At that time, I felt the truest feelings of Suzhou people towards Suzhou.

At the beginning of Deng Hua, the lights along the river added a little color to the simple Pingjiang Road, while the exquisite storefront with great personality and cultural atmosphere added a little taste to Pingjiang Road. There is a garden that combines an atmospheric book bar with a water bar, a city with exquisite petty bourgeoisie cats in the sky, and many nameless teahouses, cafes and some small shops for painting, photography and clothing. The most comfortable thing is that my store here has never been refused photography.

Tired of shopping, I ordered a bowl of osmanthus chicken head rice, a crab-flavored shrimp cage and a plate of assorted cucumbers at the snack bar on Pingjiang Road, which brought the night on Pingjiang Road into my eyes and the delicious food into my stomach. After chatting with local people who eat at the same table, they will enthusiastically recommend Suzhou cuisine, but I am not interested in it because I am used to eating Sichuan style. But the enthusiasm of a strange city is actually a kind of warmth.

Pingjiang Road is the place where I fell in love at first sight. There are ancient poems, the authenticity of individuality, the comfort of civilians and simple romance. I'm really grateful that cities around the world still have such relics! I have been praying in my heart that Suzhou can stick to this personality as always, so that the intimacy of bungalows will not be replaced by the coldness of high-rise buildings!

The second article

like fallen flowers carried away by the flowing water

Like a fallen flower carried away by running water

Some people are destined to appear in your life by accident, but they want you to forget her all your life.

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A flower is in full bloom.

Running water said, you know, I'm really glad to know you.

Water said, it's a pity that we don't belong to the same world.

Running water said, you're right. Running water has a heart, but it's ruthless. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

You like winter. You said that the snow is beautiful and the plum blossoms are fragrant. Maybe you don't know. In fact, you are a plum blossom. You lost one snow and won three fragrant snows. You are arrogant, arrogant, and people look up. You are also lofty and extraordinary, and everything is proud of you, which makes people pay some respect. I know you are actually very kind, easy to get along with, and cheerful, with a reassuring smile and pleasant voice.

Spring is not seen in the garden, and an apricot is out of the wall.

You yearn for spring, and you say that everything is revived, colorful and intoxicating. Do you know that the red apricot on the wall is just like your beautiful talent-proud, but not enchanting-but very temperamental. I know your words and talents are very sacred and should not be desecrated. The red apricot on the wall is the outside, not the heart. I saw them.

The next day, lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. You miss summer. You said that dragonflies swim in the water and shrimps swim at the bottom of the spring. It's wonderful. You like Cai He, the clear lake, the shabby boat, your beautiful figure, wandering among the colorful lotus leaves, just like a lotus, graceful and dust-free. I know, your pure heart.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.

Running water said, I like autumn. In autumn, all the flowers fall, but you will never fade. Your smile, your face, your words, your handwriting and everything about you are flowers that never fade. I know you think I'm wordy, but wordiness is not a good habit. You didn't reply. Even if you leave a message, you seem to evaporate, but you

Second, running water.

Fallen flower said, I know you will be a good friend.

The fallen petal said that there was no gap between us.

Falling flowers say that flowing water is intentional, and the breeze blows feelings.

How can I put it? Love and hate are fruitless. What if it passes? Regret or nostalgia? What if you have no experience? Is it unwilling or disdainful? There are no absolutes, all absolutes are relative, there are no misunderstandings, and all misunderstandings are just differences in views and viewpoints; what do you think? It's the same at all times and in all countries. What if it's lost? Regret or remorse? What if it's not lost? Are you glad or glad? There is no eternity, all eternity is instantaneous, there is no invariance, and all invariance is only the similarity of time and space.

The third article

Blue and white porcelain

A cup of tea, a fine product, facing the blue and white porcelain with white jade embryo, my thoughts began to wander.

Plain white jade embryo, like your plain face, is naturally carved, and clear water produces hibiscus. The dark blue peony outlined on the front side looks like a smiling face when looking back, and is as subtle and beautiful as a budding bud.

The bottle is colored when you first put it on. The elegant and dense air is like a mist, and the hovering sandalwood rising in Ran Ran evokes my infinite reverie. There are my silent and blurred eyes outside the window, thinking about this innocent woman inside the window. Dark blue hair tightens my thoughts, and dark blue clothes outline the charm.

In April, the world is misty and rainy, and Jiangnan is clear. It was misty and rainy, hazy and graceful beauty, and a thousand miles of river wind was fascinating. This kind of beauty drifted away with the river wind and went where I couldn't go.

The drizzle is falling and the breeze is rustling. Who waited for thousands of years while burning in the kiln? Your skirt is fluttering vaguely, and your slender jade hand seems to be trying to encircle the same peerless blue and white porcelain. You are like an eyebrow in a distant mountain with no trace of dust, and you are like the moon bending alone against the quiet and mysterious moon palace. Jade toad, green hill and deep blue peony are floating out of the clear water, like watching a fire from the other bank. The jade butterfly transformed by the wind is still blocked by thousands of feelings and still meets endlessly.

When the ghost returned, I opened this blue and white porcelain, and the back was actually a classic traditional maid figure. It is natural, magnificent and charming, swaying in the breeze. Easy to get caught.

Ignoring the original ancient official script at the bottom of the bottle, it is as elegant as the sky. That deja vu signature reminds me of the meeting in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also a dark blue oiled paper umbrella, which slightly covers the face. Through the gentle rain, I saw your beautiful and quiet smile, and I will hide my joy in my heart.

Blue carvings set off the blue sky, and showers were falling. I leaned against the Jiangnan building and drank a glass of wine. Qian Fan has dried up and the rivers are very long. The loneliness and melancholy in my heart turned into a glass of light wine and two lines of tears. I looked up and asked the sky: will I meet you again when I pass by Jiangnan town?

A pen, two glasses of wine, three lines of poetry, a thousand tears and ten thousand kinds of tenderness. Jade embryo, blue and white porcelain, full of water, dancing in full swing, skirts flying.