Xiaolou night listening to rain, Shenxiang Heng Fa Chuen Ming sell.
Si-Si-night rain, wind, if gossamer, occasionally, and sent in selling ravioli stew Shenxiang soon as the sound of old hit Rio, long long. In such a night, not help a man does from the ground and remember the Yangtze River, they begin south of the.
Fine mind Gangnam, what good news there, where does the United States? It seems as though, such as tea light wine, can not say do not recall: is the Pavilion of the exquisite balcony? Is to bridge the tortuous pass secluded water? Is that people do pillow River clutch joys and sorrows? Lotus is still the Angels can Cream of snow Hao Wan, Nong Wu soft language or twitter?
If all, but seems to be no clear where we stand.
And Jane remembered with a total travel of the past years. On that day, we came here, no rain, the town is self-tenderness.
On the cold breeze, Ye Wu confused and empty streets of a small town, old house Yanxia of red lanterns and flickering, listen carefully, there is water gurgling sound, Yau back gently, drip in Changchangduanduan, curved straight bridge Next, they put together a Bay spring water, only flows to 800 where the lake went.
Jane laughs and says: Taihu away thinking that the depths of the invisible, if a boat, a pole, going to Heaven and fishing, and wind for the show, inviting waves as a friend, put Hushan bones of the body, which is what a Happy happy! I also laughed, then oh, Su Yin, "passed away from this boat, Jianghai degree rest of his life" I'm afraid is also a state of mind at the moment?
However, re-think about it, Taihu Lake water re-Hao Miao, also seems less than an ordinary small town black tiles, a Lane mottled powder wall to warm. Look at water, it is so leisurely a flowing, powder wall black tiles are also gradually emerged in the Tuitang, but remains turned into ashes during the millennium's soul Daoshi when a long time reluctant to leave. Shenxiang you pass through when they wound in your body, like the magnetic field lines generally pulling your footsteps.
What's more, there was a small town next to the mountain plumbing then warm the canal? Whether West is a true mother, is lu is the hook Jian, or Zhang, Tang Yin, all passed away during this long endless stream of voice, with the moonlight through the ages, as always. If the Maple edge Liu, Hanshan Temple bell, still as ever, still emotional.
Well, do not whisk feelings, Heritage and also Qiyou 2-induced?
Aisha Jiangnan, Bu build south.
Author: yixians
