A seemingly beautiful but distant word.

However, there are many legends about Jiangnan in my mind. I have only been to Jiangnan, but I believe those legends can't be fabricated out of thin air, because they give Jiangnan beautiful legends, which are beautiful for my Jiangnan.

Answer straight, snow, cold, Yanzhou coal laugh alone, if the roots, travel, to the small family Xun Mei laugh, the only way for emperors, love birds, is it the land of plenty in the south of the Yangtze River?

When adults mention Jiangnan, their eyes are always full of yearning. For them, I think in the southern part of the United States, it seems to be an insurmountable perfection that Jiangnan people have really seen, but it can be a paradise in everyone's heart, with a beautiful vision and a wrong definition.

People say. Jiangnan produces fish, and the talented South produces rice with beautiful scenery. Jiangnan, Jiangnan poets and Jiangnan women are more beautiful. Women in the south have more or less fallen, because more or less Jiangnan poets, Jiangnan has become the hometown of a fairy tale.

Because in fairy tales, there is a prince and princess, an angel and a cloud, and a singing nightingale becomes Cinderella. Up to now, there are many ancient stories in Jiangnan.

In summer, cotton, cicadas are singing, and the eyes are flying with frost and snow. The south is dozens of miles away from Jiangnan, not that place. The golden carvings are dancing, and the swaying people are still sighing. Is it misty and rainy in Jiangnan?

I don't want to see Jiangnan, not because of the misty rain in Jiangnan, but because I love it.

Rain, like a dense thread, has become one of the roads of lovesickness.

Although I expect to have been to Jiangnan, after a long time, the scenery and water color in the south are not clear in my mind, just like the smile of an ancient beauty with a thin veil. I only remember the faint smile slowly. Just remember that we are misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mom and dad were 8 years old, and I came to Jiangnan.

Go to Jiang Nanyu, which is the misty rain in the southern legend. I only remember that my mother hugged me and wrapped me in his coat, fearing that I would catch cold, and my father, an angry mother, said, are you afraid of catching a cold? Why? He told her his coat again. Naive mother looked at her father and only said, I like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I believe misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River also likes me, but misty rain doesn't like you, so let it go. ..... Father was speechless. I laughed for a long time.

You're a bad guy. Dad blames me half the time.

Mom's worse friend, I also said, misty rain is like my blanket. My father, I'm not afraid.

..... One day, the three of us couldn't figure out the cold. When we arrived at the hotel, we looked at each other and sneezed.

..... This is a very happy day.

..... and then studied Jiangnan.

Listen to the old man said, in the south, there is a legend of so-called love, in the south, there is a legend called friendship, more is the southern legend called feelings. The legend of Jiangnan is called love.

. Maybe people like the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, and its water is because of women. However, because there are countless beautiful children and countless love stories in our world, it is very touching. Therefore, ancient poets and painters just wanted our world to represent the paradise of love, which we called Jiangnan.

I don't know who it is. I walked in Jiangnan in June and broke my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother was still in the rainy lane.

The rain is drizzling and the wind is fluttering. The army is not in the sky, and the strings of the people are broken. You may ask, it is the monarch of the south. This may be a, but it can be seen everywhere in the south.

/a & gt；

A cursed purple looks up at the sky alone. The blue butterfly in the sky appeared, and its life was free. -inscription

The legend of later generations has always been the jungle. The leaves are stacked together and the sky is full of tension. Its majestic, mysterious and simple myth will last forever. However, its function is to imprison and bind guilty people. Every branch and corner of it is intertwined into a prison crime. It is dense, like a gorgeous ribbon, with a long distance, telling the sigh of blood and tears.

Thick, the wind gently shakes and rushes over the stem. Crying, writing intermittent songs, like ancient elves talking nonsense. A future carol sung in a low voice in purple. Violets never blossom and bear fruit in this jungle. At night, I like the space where the occasional firefly fluorescence flows. Or spread, such as fireworks, or like charming eyes, deeply collect and shake the violets withered in despair.

Maybe you thought it would be a silent life forever, but it was not until the touch of blue in his eyes that it finally became magnificent.

This is a butterfly. Free, but trespassing into the restricted area by mistake? Ignorant junior, it's a light blue. Before this hurt violet, Lu finally woke up in the amazing reaction of purple and blue wood and slept all the time. Purple knows, maybe it can be said that once it is known, it is the color of the sky with great nostalgia and inner desire. At that moment, it can almost imagine the traces of blue butterflies in the sky, whispering that the piled-up sky is gradually melting into the same color. I don't know when it won't fantasize about that scene. The curtains are closed, and it's as cold. The washed air has a refreshing taste, which will make the temperature cool.

Purple eyes moist, I do not know when, until the invisible line of sight blurred. Is she still looking forward to it? Is it because this color will ruin your heart?

Of course, they have become a bond between friends, iris and violet, which will not bloom.

Butterflies belong to the spirits in the sky, not to mention the winged sky. Pregnant butterflies never give up looking for a way out. This is the children's sky. When he sings sweetly, he just likes to fly away with a kite. At the moment when the butterfly left, Violet even thought she saw the horizon drifting away, and finally integrated romantic music into a long-term solution without expelling the supplier.

Except for one thing every day, that is, the missing butterfly leaves, I only daydream on my own level. Until ..... the wind brought blue.

The wind that breaks the wings like a cave plate.

Our pupils suddenly contract, and even should this disappear? Even if the last little blue takes you away from me? Glittering blue-purple tears fall, drop by drop from the body channel, violet know, this may be in the blood.

The purple tears absorbed by the land were dyed purple, and the two ends of the purple spread around. The land is madly absorbing sweet juice, and it seems that you can hear their greedy sucking sound in the air. The surrounding trees are all dyed purple. If it rains, dark purple leaves are like slides, which are rare and beautiful. They are like crying tears.

Finally, the leaves will fall to the ground and be surrounded by the violet sea. Purple soil is like mushrooms after rain, and soft green branches and leaves spread out. The leaves fell and left alone on the tangled branches, and the cage was open. Sunlight dripped into the jungle, but it disappeared. When the light beam shines on a purple flower, thousands of violets bloom their own flowers. In an instant, white, red and purple are intertwined, and the future is full of poetic images. Unique purple flowers in the middle, sky blue, etc. This blue and gold sunshine, like a gentle curtain, seems to separate the turbulent water layer of the world from each other and the two worlds in an instant.

I finally saw its color one day.

Violets began to wither and become a little bit of sand in the air, just a colorful glare, disappearing into the wind cycle, a small souvenir that does not exist, such as the dream of soap bubbles, the touch of your index finger, they became dust clouds in the air, the wind, and even no shock.

There is no picture of the jungle, and then the beautiful women pay attention to some written myths and legends, leaving a set of fees, expecting the distant sky and tentacles to reach purple.

/a & gt；

Towards dusk, the sunset struggled to bite through the skin of the sky, screaming like a wild animal, and the bright red residual blood splashed on the body of the sky, which was mapped into a little bit in the sunset. I lay quietly in the sunset, in the noisy days, in his arms, but I enjoyed the first and last contact today. After a while, he left, leaving only a string of bright smiles for me to ponder. He is always so short that I know his back better than before. Return? Yes, he came back, full of nostalgia and melancholy. His agile body makes me feel empty. Mr. Mudd said: "The soul of the noisy world lives in seclusion in the deep mountains." It is in his silent conversation that the sunshine flows into my heart in his words until the light around me.

Whenever he leaves, my heart won't quarrel. A Mo Chi, hanging in the sky, that's what I'm worried about. Worlds with the same color are mixed. In the boundless loneliness and darkness, I seem to be strangled. At this point, the only way to stop it is the big tree. It's just that my heart, which is not ethereal and clear, immediately cast a shadow. I like the sunset, I love his sad beauty, and I am proficient in philosophy. Evening is a pleasure for me. I always take the wings as thin as cicadas off my heart before their favorite scenes and give him a "magnifying glass" to let him see my heart and open the door of sunshine. This seemingly simple observation map has also become a scenery that has never left my heart.

Man's life is so short, day and night, the poles of a day, and he is just caught in the middle. In front of him, I have to complain about God's unfairness. He smiled. This is a gentleman's elegant smile. I think his silence is the best answer. Unexpectedly, this also became his fleeting smile. I will always remember it. Some people say, "Sweet pain is the most important thing in life." This sentence inspired me, and I thought: Maybe that's how God arranged it, and the shorter things in our lives are more worth cherishing. Often the more beautiful things are, the shorter they are. My nostalgic sunset gives people a desolate beauty.

He is not sure that people know very little about America. Sometimes people who are 30 years older than me, people who have no rank, and people who are aging, look for him and let his sunshine shine into their bodies, and their bodies become a part of them. He just smiled and didn't answer. Many times, they have no income. A few times ago, mom and dad locked the deep courtyard. My side, look at the mystery. The door is actually open. As long as you need sunshine, no matter day or night, there is sunshine in my heart at any time. The key to life is only in my own hands. Indus deep courtyard, lonely and proud of only some furniture, just like the beginning.

Sheng said: "The most terrible prison in the world is not the bar and the wall behind it." I'm glad I released the beach ink. I'm not afraid anymore. I saved a piece of gold.

At any moment, when all worldly constraints are washed away by sunshine, illusory flow and "instinctive" fresh air, except the golden sunshine that stays there in the same strain and the residual fragrance between heaven and earth.

Some people say, "Heart, the sun can turn itself into an angel." When a person's heart has no defects washed by the sun, it is the moment when a person becomes a butterfly. "angels in white," Shearer said, "it's better to be an angel who embraces the happiness of others than an angel hug."

I believe that with the help of the sunset, I also have a time to break a cocoon and become a butterfly. At any time, remember to leave a piece of gold, which is enough to illuminate everything around you, ethereal and full. When it officially enters your body, you will feel that the flowers in spring, autumn, month and year are deserted and running alternately in spring and autumn, and the fragrance overflows from the heart and spleen, which is so intoxicating.

I used to be sleepy, real life, refreshed and alive. It is best to relax a little to save the headrest. False, "instinctive" children and people are at a loss They don't live to be tired. Life doesn't need too much luggage, just like my attachment to the sunset. Basically, the same color shines on people's hearts, but it can change many things.

Now, I will never see the sunset again, because I have such a golden barbecue.

A precious piece of gold will always bring harmony;

With a piece of gold, such things live in harmony in the world;

BR/>； Save a piece of gold to make life fragrant.

Sunset, the treasure house of the sun, I will always collect you in my life.

Today, apart from the roaring wind and the life of leaves, even if it is sunny, the butterfly dance gently falls to the ground in a small whirl and is colorful.

Let the sunshine flow into the soul. The sun goes down, the sun goes down, I waste the wind, the mighty rain, and flourish.