A City’s Smoky Rain A Pavilion

A City’s Smoky Rain   A Pavilion
"The apricot rain is gently dipping clothes, while the willow wind is mildly blowing face." A touch of romantic and pure celeste is such a beauty that has become a natural scroll painting. The hazy smoky drizzle inJiangnan has garrisoned the most beautiful years. The bluestones in the old street, with water glittering, remember the traces of the years.

The ink and wash of Jiangnan have always been so.The leisure of a city, the scenery of a city, the simplicity of a city, the misty rain of a city have never changed.
 

Clouds and smoke fill the distant hills, folding and unfolding, which are so fascinating and light as yarn that makes you too “shy” to describe them. Listen carefully, the river flowing quietly under the bridge is tranquil. Several dark mat boats are swaying on the river, dying unique poetic.
 

 

 

 
 
 
 

 
 
Grind a pool of spring waves, dip a stroke of flower red and willow green. There is a feeling that keeps lingering on the old street infiltrated by the smoke and rain.
Apart from long rain lanes, classical courtyards, walls with green vines,there is also the warbler crow shrouded by smoky willows and the pavilion dimmed by drizzling mist.

Hold a handful of water, get a full sleeve of flower fragrance. Step into the old street dyed by the spring green with a feeling of cheerfulness and comfort, while walking leisurely. Amid the gloom, all the fickleness settles with silence. Placid attitude also intoxicates in the fragrance of the scenery.
 

Verdant green moss, continuous drizzle. Sprinkle on the capital street is moist like butter, the green tiles and pavilions are shrouded in the frog.Just like Du Mu’s poem, "There are 480 Temples in Southern Dynasty, numerous of which are shrouded in the smoke and rain." That's probably such a view.