Wentu/Ying Zhigang

Summer in Jiangnan is a light ink painting.

The faint wind, faint clouds, and faint emotions float on the faint picture scroll of Ermutang.

Time is as usual. In Xiaojing Village on the bank of Yangcheng Lake, there are several ponds, several flower fields, and windmills swaying in the distance, writing a story of gentle years.

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaves can be used in fields.

Plant your days into a lotus and use the softest corner of your heart to enjoy the blooming of a flower.

I'm sorry to say that people are involuntarily in the Jianghu. In the morning light when they have a life and half a day of leisure, they can watch the breeze blowing across the water and the clear lotus flowing, and their hearts are calm and calm.

The light boat dreams of entering the south of the Yangtze River, and it is full of beautiful colors.

Lying in the densely growing flower fields of Echinacea, Belamcanda, Qiuying, and Gesang, watching the floating clouds roll, and listening to a few barking dogs and a few crows of chickens in the distance.

Thousands of things that were once troubling are quietly put aside outside the heart. At this time, I just want to close my eyes and be a quiet self.

Pour a pot of wine of time and walk into the grandma bridge of childhood with light steps in the Jiangnan of dreams.

A river pond surrounded by hookah, several farmhouses, several wooden bridges, white walls and black tiles and shadows among the drunken waves. There were red dragonflies flying back and forth, and there were several frogs and cicadas chirping.

In the pavilion, there is an old rattan rocking chair, babbling and counting the years in conjunction with my grandmother's big cattail fan.

In the summer of Jiangnan, I express endless grace.

Many people are obsessed with the apricot blossoms and misty rain in Jiangnan. It's just that the rainy season is too sad, and all day long it says,"Ask if you are going back, hold your sleeves, the clouds in the sky are dark with the wind", and all come and go are ruthless people.

Only this summer in Jiangnan is extremely refreshing. We serve tea a few times, stir up books in the wind, and read which page we turn to. Let him come and go on the bridge, let him flow flowers, find a shade, stand, sit, and lie down, let you feel at ease.

In summer in Jiangnan, there is an elegant heart.

Li Ang, the noble emperor of Tang Dynasty, once laughed and sighed in the lush color of lotus flowers and the fragrant wind coming from the south,"Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love the long summer."

Although it is a bitter summer, in the hourglass of time, I can feel the comfort of "Sir riding a yellow calf after being drunk and watching a theater in the north and east", which can be regarded as an open-minded state.

The red dust is billowing, half fireworks, half poetry.

The night in Ermutang comes a little late. On the low table in the farmhouse, there are a few plates of small vegetables and a few wisps of wine. There is always the story of "the cowherd and the Weaver Girl" in the conversation between the old grandmother and the little grandson.

The stars in the sky blinked. Perhaps at both ends of the Tianhe River, they have been lovesick for thousands of years, but they still believed that there would be a beautiful encounter this summer.