Once the shoulder length hair and worry, cut, three thousand will not see. The intellectual spirit, business at a loss.
Earth road, who with?
Up to now, long hair has been cut short, Shuangbin snow dye
miris spa.
With China, black hair has gone.
How many years, tie dye dust, suit the shelf
female short sleeve t-shirt.
But the thin bone thin, my end is not wide, deep boots camouflage, always take the desert plateau.
This piece of territory walked tired, only left the southern mobei.
The most beautiful flowers can only enjoy not pick, the most touching scenes to stay to the end will not be cast into the shade in the memory.
The autumn wind rustling, rustling autumn, if the spring is a song of love and sorrow of neologisms, autumn is more melancholy feelings.
South of the Yangtze River, that is a can not touch the dream.
If the hazy Jiangnan the arch stone bridges, if the spring is the tree, if Qingliu waterfront Jiangnan Water Village Hill Guo is Jiangnan Spring Wine flag wind, if, the fireworks in March is that Zhang Baifan, Yangzhou's then, lilac lane is the Jiangnan jogtrot limbo, then, with the wall is the Jiangnan that attack Troy color.
Jiangnan is a picture, a poem, south of Yangtze River is a life experience, Jiangnan too delicate, exquisite to not to glance over things hurriedly, tasted.
Jiangnan, sunrise flaming red river.
South of the Yangtze River, such as blue green spring water.
Jiangnan, seasonal deeply shallow. South of the Yangtze, the long short.
Then I busy Jiangshan Linglong whose boat? A bright moon shining on the who in Taihu? The one lane in solitude who paper umbrella? That a window full of who's missing? South of the Yangtze river.
Where is the Jiangnan? Where not Jiangnan?
Send a dream in Jiangnan, send a dream in the distant. The future is unknown, the unknown future, wait for an unknown that season, flowers, dream of jiangnan.
Traditional Chinese ink painting Jiangnan.