Wen Tu/Ying Zhigang

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The weather in Suzhou is sunny today, it's just right to go to Luzhi Ancient Town. Not many people are not many.

The small shop selling crabapple cakes and green dumplings has opened, and the elderly in the ancient town sit under the porch, watching the tourists in groups of three or two, firmly holding glasses. The newly arrived Biluochun this spring, with the fragrance of tea lingering in the hot steam.

Everything is just right.

Now, you don't have to worry about the panic of colliding with others. Stop and carefully examine the bluestone road that has been polished by millions of feet.

This Qingshi Road embodies ancient legends and connects deep alleys, but no matter where you are tempted by Qingshi Road, there will always be a courtyard with blooming flowers, emitting a gentle and elegant sound.

In this season's Luzhi Ancient Town, the willows and willows are piled up with smoke, the wind is gentle, and the water is smiling. For you and for me, they are all the most lush green vines.

Are you coming to Luzhi Ancient Town to see Jiangnan or people from Jiangnan? No problem, the spring scenery in Jiangnan is just right, and the ancient town is full of charm.

When taking photos, you can calmly choose the angle and wait for the person you want to enter the camera, achieving a decisive moment for you.

You can see a charming figure reflected in the ripples of the water. That person has already walked away, but a ray of floral fragrance rises in your heart.

The crabapple on the other side is blooming brightly, with the wind passing by and the petals drifting. Time seems to be still in the falling red petals.

It is said that there are a thousand types of Jiangnan in the eyes of a thousand people. I think there should also be a thousand types of red pink beauties in the hearts of those thousand men.

We cannot predict where the life's pirate ship will take us drifting, but as long as we have the person in our hearts to accompany us, we are all happy pirates in the corners of the sea and the ends of the earth.

Someone laughed at me for being too impulsive. There should be poetry in Jiangnan, such as: freely flying flowers light like dreams, boundless threads of rain fine like sorrow.

About all the gentle stories about Jiangnan are inseparable from a few lines of poetry and a few verses in the Silk Rain.

How many people walk into Jiangnan, only searching for a trace of ancient meaning in the misty rain. Or hold up an oil paper umbrella and exile yourself in the Tang and Song dynasties, searching for a soul as interesting as lilacs in the gentle rain alleys.

Some people also say that Jiangnan should be: small buildings listen to spring rain all night, deep alleys sell apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty.

The spring rain in Jiangnan is long and beautiful, sprouting from the secluded alleys, passing by the bridge and following the sound of the oars.

Lying by the flowing water at night, listening to the sound of rain ding dong, the water tank falling under the eaves, the clear dream falling under your pillow, the clear and bright scenery falling in Tang and Song poetry.

But my friend, if you come with the wind and dust, and have gone through the storms and snow of this world, why not bask in the warm spring scenery of Jiangnan, the clear wind and warm sun, and bask in the heart that has already been moistened by tears.

In the hot weather, choose a clean shirt, wear a pair of light blue jeans, and tuck the hem of the shirt into the waist of the pants. A knitted cardigan, elegant and fashionable.

You must dress up carefully, because you don't know who you will meet today? In Jiangnan, in the spring scenery of Jiangnan, every encounter is beautiful.

You can buy a piece of begonia cake, a green dumpling, sit on the corridor bridge, and watch the sunlight penetrate through the leaves, shining on your face with a healing glow.

Life outside has become more comfortable, in the ancient town and Jiangnan, please let go of that difficult self.

Who can predict what kind of beautiful scenery will be at the next intersection? Who would wait in the deepest world, waiting for the blooming of flowers in that prosperous era?