Jiangnan is like a dream, you just accidentally walked into the ancient town of Tongli

Wen Tu/Ying Zhigang

A person's holiday is just right in Tongli Ancient Town.

You can break into the lights of Ming and Qing Street, thinking about the prosperity of Jiangnan in ancient times; you can walk into Youxiang, and in the echo of footsteps to hear footsteps, you miss the girl like Lilac.

Everyone who comes to the ancient town has a story, and in the comfort room of Qingfeng and Mingyue and small bridges, the wine in the ancient town is turned into the light of the night sky, and it is engraved with a tile and brick in the streets and alleys.

Each lane and each house have their own souls. Each Qingshi Road hides its own memory.

Over time, I even forgot which stories they heard and which are their own experiences.

I was in the ancient town of Tongli, and the years were flowing, looking at the passers -by, like the old Feng Yang in front of the tavern door, and made my own mind.

My previous story, and the stories to happen in the future, have years of negatives.

On a certain day, a lonely person or a pair of happy people accidentally glanced at the accident, seeing "ah, that was me?"

Yes, the story in my memory is your story.

When a person's ancient town, when the smoke and rain came, he sat down and listened to a song "Blue and White Porcelain".

The teahouse in the day is slightly quiet in the flow of the shuttle. There is a carved window, and a pot of Bi Bi Luochun. The voice is full of slow senses, with a cricket current sound.

More often, it was dazed, and the time was gone lazily. If it was not a gradient, the incense tea was slightly cool, it would be so quiet.

The setting sun is oblique, and the people in the old lanes lean on the river and placed a low table and a low chair, a pleasant night meal.

The old man touched the old wine, hummed Xiaoqu, the old grandmother shook the fan, and chatted with the old things.

The scent of saponin floating around the surroundings, and water vapor, permeated the alley.

But I still have a crimson dream.

You said that Jiangnan was like a tree, and the scenery in front of me began to bear results.

Of course I will not be afraid of the current loneliness.

I always believe that there must be a person in this world, from the distant side of the other side, and wading at me.

The year of the time, thousands of affection.

Once a person loves, a heart can turn around and thousands of times. Like the river channel of Jiangnan Water Village, countless lingering between the curved songs.

I want to follow you in the ancient town of this water and fog, and the ten fingers are intertwined under the umbrella of the oil paper, walking along the unknown green stone path, step by step.

The sweetness of the pastry is mixed with the rich wine aroma, and a piece of osmanthus cake is cooked.

I heard that the lover who walked through the three bridges of the ancient town would love each other throughout his life, and Bai Shi was old.

I want to stand with you on the bridgehead, and in the flowing water, watch the flow of flowing in this world, and life.

Although I just borrowed the homestay on the bank of this flowing water, Jiangnan was like a dream overnight, but my heart had thought of thinking in my heart.

Thinking about the ancient town of ink, there is a variety of flowers.

A pale yellow lamp was carried under the eaves and illuminated the return path.

When you are lonely, you must stand in the world you love.

Thinking of someone, he is trying to walk towards you.

When you love, use your efforts to love.

I believe that the heavens are affectionate, and everything is just for this moment.

In the spring breeze of the white yarn, the red lanterns hung high in Tongyou alleys, and the stars on the top of the ancient town are blessing for you.

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