Coming from the desert in the north, crossing the mountains to the south of the Yangtze River is to fulfill a promise and satisfy a girl's wish. Three years ago, I met a girl named "Dream of Breaking Jiangnan" on the Internet. As soon as I saw her, I felt inseparable. I can't meet online every day. After chatting for a while, I felt that the day was boring, as if life had lost sunshine. Over the past three years, we have known each other, talked a lot and learned a lot. I think the time is ripe to meet, so we agreed to meet from different places on the day of our first meeting.
As can be seen from the screen name, Dream of Breaking Jiangnan is a girl with great imagination and feelings. She said that she likes rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River, and she prefers gardenia fragrance mixed in the rain. She doesn't like plain and mediocre love. She always hopes that she and the prince charming in her heart can meet unexpectedly on the broken bridge of the West Lake like Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi, and spark love at the moment when they pass by. From then on, the two hearts took care of each other, showing more influential love stories, which were passed down from generation to generation.
The evening breeze is very cold, blowing my hair and the raindrops on my face. They are raindrops with gardenia fragrance, which slowly slide down from my face, like my tears, falling in the rain with the wind. Shuttle between traffic, from morning till night, fantasizing about a girl who makes my heart beat on an ancient and beautiful broken bridge. I always fantasize about her appearance, her taste, her sweet voice and gentle laughter. She should wear white clothes and fly with hope in the drizzle.
I love this seductive and romantic rainy season, and I hope to see the girl who loves fantasy and dreams as soon as possible, the hazy eyes in the bleak wind and rain, and the vague phantom in the fog. Standing in the rain, the lonely wind is blowing lonely me, and the misty songs are wrapped around my tired heart, which makes me completely lost in the beautiful scenery of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. I am waiting for sudden beauty and tenderness, waiting for lingering and love-hate love to wrap my lonely soul.
Over the years, I have been pursuing my own love and looking for my own girl. I used to wander in the wind, waiting in the rain, often soaked by cold rain, and then blown dry by the wind, but the girl who appeared repeatedly in my dreams refused to meet me. My eyes are beginning to blur. After this rainy season, the girl I have long admired will appear. She is wearing an oil-paper umbrella and dressed in white, wandering alone on the broken bridge that she has been longing for for for a long time, waiting for the exciting moment to come as soon as possible.
The West Lake is beautiful, a poem, a natural picture scroll and a beautiful and moving story. The grass grows well in Fei Ying, and tourists are bustling. The two dikes are plain white, and the peaches and willows sandwich the shore. The lake is full of waves, and the cruise ship is a little bit. From time to time, young couples walk by, half hugging and half hugging. In the distance, the mountains are empty, full of green. The Leifeng Tower is faintly visible under the misty rain, as if telling the lonely, sad and touching love. From the other side of the lake came the dreary voice of the northern cold people, singing the song "Broken Bridge Dating": "Jiang Nanyu, full of tears, dancing in my mind, you poured out the taste of never leaving, and I put it into an unforgettable experience. Oil-paper umbrella, still a medium, lingers in the waiting room, just for your double eyebrows locked at the bottom of the tower, and I would like to use it to atone. Past lives grew old one by one, with all kinds of love and hate. A flood of autumn water broke the face of a former life, and several cycles passed. Walking into this broken bridge dating, beautiful love, who is sad, thousands of years of loyalty is engraved on the dusty stone tablet. Walking into this broken bridge dating, eternal love fire, who burned it, the footprints pursued in the story, come back and forth. "
Although the West Lake is beautiful, I have no intention of enjoying it at this time. There is another kind of beauty waiting for me. I stood up and walked to the broken bridge. ...
When I first arrived in Jiangnan, it happened to be a rainy season. The thick and thin rain swept across my face with the wind and gently slipped on my hair, eyebrows and lips, with a little coolness. A person walking on the street in the south of the Yangtze River, especially on such a rainy day, will feel lonely because of loneliness.
Coming from the desert in the north, crossing the mountains to the south of the Yangtze River is to fulfill a promise and satisfy a girl's wish. Three years ago, I met a girl named "Dream of Breaking Jiangnan" on the Internet. As soon as I saw her, I felt inseparable. I can't meet online every day. After chatting for a while, I felt that the day was boring, as if life had lost sunshine. Over the past three years, we have known each other, talked a lot and learned a lot. I think the time is ripe to meet, so we agreed to meet from different places on the day of our first meeting.
As can be seen from the screen name, Dream of Breaking Jiangnan is a girl with great imagination and feelings. She said that she likes rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River, and she prefers gardenia fragrance mixed in the rain. She doesn't like plain and mediocre love. She always hopes that she and the prince charming in her heart can meet unexpectedly on the broken bridge of the West Lake like Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi, and spark love at the moment when they pass by. From then on, the two hearts took care of each other, showing more influential love stories, which were passed down from generation to generation.
The evening breeze is very cold, blowing my hair and the raindrops on my face. They are raindrops with gardenia fragrance, which slowly slide down from my face, like my tears, falling in the rain with the wind. Shuttle between traffic, from morning till night, fantasizing about a girl who makes my heart beat on an ancient and beautiful broken bridge. I always fantasize about her appearance, her taste, her sweet voice and gentle laughter. She should wear white clothes and fly with hope in the drizzle.
I love this seductive and romantic rainy season, and I hope to see the girl who loves fantasy and dreams as soon as possible, the hazy eyes in the bleak wind and rain, and the vague phantom in the fog. Standing in the rain, the lonely wind is blowing lonely me, and the misty songs are wrapped around my tired heart, which makes me completely lost in the beautiful scenery of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. I am waiting for sudden beauty and tenderness, waiting for lingering and love-hate love to wrap my lonely soul.
Over the years, I have been pursuing my own love and looking for my own girl. I used to wander in the wind, waiting in the rain, often soaked by cold rain, and then blown dry by the wind, but the girl who appeared repeatedly in my dreams refused to meet me. My eyes are beginning to blur. After this rainy season, the girl I have long admired will appear. She is wearing an oil-paper umbrella and dressed in white, wandering alone on the broken bridge that she has been longing for for for a long time, waiting for the exciting moment to come as soon as possible.
The West Lake is beautiful, a poem, a natural picture scroll and a beautiful and moving story. The grass grows well in Fei Ying, and tourists are bustling. The two dikes are plain white, and the peaches and willows sandwich the shore. The lake is full of waves, and the cruise ship is a little bit. From time to time, young couples walk by, half hugging and half hugging. In the distance, the mountains are empty, full of green. The Leifeng Tower is faintly visible under the misty rain, as if telling the lonely, sad and touching love. From the other side of the lake came the dreary voice of the northern cold people, singing the song "Broken Bridge Dating": "Jiang Nanyu, full of tears, dancing in my mind, you poured out the taste of never leaving, and I put it into an unforgettable experience. Oil-paper umbrella, still a medium, lingers in the waiting room, just for your double eyebrows locked at the bottom of the tower, and I would like to use it to atone. Past lives grew old one by one, with all kinds of love and hate. A flood of autumn water broke the face of a former life, and several cycles passed. Walking into this broken bridge dating, beautiful love, who is sad, thousands of years of loyalty is engraved on the dusty stone tablet. Walking into this broken bridge dating, eternal love fire, who burned it, the footprints pursued in the story, come back and forth. "