Jiangnan’s beautiful prose

It is late autumn in the South, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are chilly. Deep in the vast tracts of reed flowers, there are a few lonely boats. At this time, Jiangnan was as melancholy as the flute playing in the Yueming Tower. That kind of emotion is fresh and gentle. I should be writing about the gorgeous Jiangnan, but I have broken the topic with this introduction, because when I think of Jiangnan for the first time, it is just like waking up from a dream and feeling haggard after dusk, with a fresh and clear feeling like the first clear sky after the rain. The hurt of loneliness. But Jiangnan is inherently gorgeous, and it has become a thousand rivers and mountains. After such a slightly sad beginning, I went to Jiangnan to find those three thousand prosperous times. If I don’t enter Jiangnan, who will?

The scenery of Jiangnan is like the Andante of Cantabile, the clear ancient flute on a moonlit night, and the unforgettable time flies in this world of mortals. Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March, with haze all the way and the grass growing and orioles flying. Spring is romantic and sentimental, with catkins flying and poetic warmth. The drizzle is soft, and when the wind blows, it slants on the body like flower needles. The river is green and everything is revived. Beside the ancient road of Changting, the green grass reaches the sky. A river of tobacco, catkins flying all over the city, and yellow plums in the rain. The longest period of summer is probably the rainy season. Hold an oil-paper umbrella and look for a lilac-like woman in the rainy alley of Qingshi Xiangwan to watch for a period of eternal happiness. Smoke curled up from cooking stoves, and raindrops stirred up water circles at the broken bridge. The late autumn with the dawn wind and the waning moon on the bank of willow trees is like the south of the Yangtze River with small bridges and flowing water. Several families often build along the river and build a stone bridge. The river passes through it, creating a light landscape painting. There is a sudden rain in Lianwai Basho. A lonely woman listens to the raindrops on the sycamore tree until dawn. Outside the window, the ground is covered with red, and there are patches of red falling. What kind of artistic conception is this? In the harvest season, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers becomes a unique joy in Jiangnan. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. In the misty rain, count the elegance of the past, the unrestrained past, and the changes in the world.

People from the south of the Yangtze River are like dancing butterflies, graceful; like snowflakes flying in the wind, romantic and sentimental. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. Rowing the boat down the water, I found the Huansha girl on the other side in the middle of the water. She waved to them, but the girl turned her head shyly. After the boat was far away, she secretly looked at herself again. Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers exceed people's heads. When the lotus seeds are ripe, the lotus-picking girls begin to work. Their movements are skillful and natural; their postures are self-sufficient and intoxicating, as if they are performing an artistic creation. Lotus flowers are very similar to Jiangnan women: I walked through Jiangnan, and the faces waiting for the seasons were like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers. Your heart is a small lonely city. I am not a returnee, I am a passerby. In the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty, Ehuang and Nvying were versatile, gentle and virtuous, and captivated the country. They performed a never-fading love with Empress Li in the south of the Yangtze River. Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty was good at playing the pipa, and she and Empress Li created the lost dance of colorful clothes and feathers, which was extremely bold and bold. Xiao Zhouhou was not inferior to her elder sister. She was proficient in poetry, music, and painting. The golden house she built was like a fairyland, free and comfortable. Xi Shi, that legendary woman, with her beauty of sinking fish and falling geese, left an immortal memory to future generations in the land of Wu and Yue. Yi An, who is desolate and miserable, occupies a unique place in Chinese culture with her talent and temperament. When did you fall in love? If I could live forever for a thousand years, I would drink wine to the moon tonight.

The things in the south of the Yangtze River are majestic, beautiful, vicissitudes of life, full of historical heritage and far-reaching. They are the most important strokes in landscape paintings, and they are sites that are difficult for people to describe in full. By the Yueyang Tower, I worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness. The four-season beauty of Dongting Lake sets off the grandeur of Yueyang Tower, and the literary heritage of Yueyang Tower complements Dongting Lake. Yellow Crane Tower, the yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. The legend of the immortal returning to the west became famous all over the world because of this building. Under the Yugu Terrace, the clear river water was clear, and many passers-by were in tears. Leaning on the railing and looking out, you can see one layer of mountains and two layers of mountains. The sky is high, the mountains are far away, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and I miss the red maple leaves. Yongzhou, Xiaoshitan, broken bridges with lingering snow, and white embankments silently bear witness to history. How many dynasties have risen and fallen, giving people the inspiration and edification of history. The golden Qinhuai River in the Six Dynasties, Wuyi Alley, Mochou Lake, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum - the things in the south of the Yangtze River have become the memories of each era with their own special status, which is fascinating. It reminds me of the production of blue and white porcelain, using exquisite materials, waiting for the right time, and letting the surface of the porcelain turn blue when it is cloudy and about to rain. I don’t know when it will rain, and I don’t know when I can make porcelain. In an uncertain time and place, what kind of expectation is waiting, or is it a loss?

The feeling of Jiangnan is sentimental and romantic. The encounter between White Snake and Xu Xian at the Broken Bridge in the West Lake was a fate that was destined to end from the beginning. Now, the Lei Feng Pagoda has collapsed, and the beauty is gone, leaving a feeling of loneliness. In [Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion], the young genius Wang Bo looked at the river where the water and the sky meet, and lamented the hardships of the world, but he did not complain about the unfairness of fate: When you are old, you will be strong, and you would rather move your heart with a white head; when you are poor, you will be strong, and you will not fall into the blue clouds. ambition. It made the strongest sound of that prosperous Tang Dynasty. Su Shi was exiled to Huangzhou due to the Wutai Poetry Case and was relegated. He devoted his love to the mountains and rivers and completed his cultural breakthrough in the pain of his soul through his two Chibi Fu. Ouyang Xiu's sentiments of caring for himself when he was poor and benefiting the world when he was prosperous have become a monument to his personality. I would rather believe that Jiangnan, those people who have grown up among the wind and grass, your delicacy and tenderness allow me to start a thousand encounters. Thousands of nostalgia, millions of joys, millions of looking back, just for Jiangnan. Your charming smile makes me lost in the long time and space.

The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you; the moonlight is lifted up and thousands of miles across the river. Wind and waves are surging on the river, but Jiangnan is on the other side.

Perhaps Jiangnan is no longer a geographical space, but represents a culture that is inclusive of thousands of people, and represents a kind of historical precipitation and cultural heritage. The green mountains and green waters of Jiangnan may not only be symbolic beauty, but also how many beauties, talented people, and pavilions have decorated Jiangnan with all the prosperity in the world. And how many gorgeous turns has Jiangnan given to the world?

Jiangnan is a poetic feeling and a warm spiritual home in the storm. No matter when and where, no matter what adversity and misfortune we are in, we will never give up our most essential and pure love for life. Just because of Jiangnan.

Humanities Jiangnan.

Misty rain south of the Yangtze River.

Passionate about Jiangnan.

Sad Jiangnan.