South is a word that makes me feel warm. I was born in Jiangnan. In my memory, the makeup of the water town is still yesterday's taste, simple and elegant taste, and a ray of lazy and elegant sunshine. ...

The hometown of the south may be a distance that wanderers can't look up to. Acacia red beans grow in the countryside, where the floating clouds are freehand, and there is always a touch of sadness in the quiet south. Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, my memory looks like a lotus flower and a lonely town in my heart. Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake, because it is not a return, but a passer-by ... The feeling of "prodigal poet" is the melancholy of travelers and the loneliness of travelers. The east wind in the south is hidden between the eyebrows, and the catkins in March have not yet flown. What is left on the streets of Qingshi is the loneliness of wandering.

The rainy lane in the south may be a lonely place where you can't help it. On the meaningful stone road, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems hazy and disappointed. Tiptoes tread gently on the bluestone board, and the voice is as warm as jade. I haven't seen the lilac girl who is sad and angry, only the ancient dark wall, which seems to be waiting for the secret of a thousand years. The sadness, cold and sadness in the air, I'm afraid you can only feel it if you wander in the rain lane alone.

In the south, how can there be only the sadness written by literati? Waiting can't make the south old. There is not only affectionate rain in the south, but also bright and gentle sunshine.

In the fields in the south, the smell of soil is fragrant. The golden rice fields sparkle, and the warm wind rolls up layers of rice waves. Walking through the narrow fields in the countryside is simple and natural, which is the most primitive touch. There is also a smiling scarecrow in the field. In the distance, the innocent and lovely smiling faces of the children in the south are gently rippling in the wind ... The sickle is waving, the sweat is shining, the most simple face and the most joyful look. The wildness of the countryside and the dream of running are the best times.

The southern sky, wanton breeze gently across the sky. After the rain, the sky is pure and clear, the air is fresh and the past is like smoke. Looking up at the sky quietly, the situation is changing and calm as water. The familiar wind raises black hair, laughter can float freely, standing on the land, and the heart can wander, forgetting happiness and sadness. There is uncontrollable wind in the pocket and silent tenderness in the hand. Every day, the face of the cloud changes easily, but the sky never does. Interpretation of calmness and calmness is so eternal.

South, simple bridges, flowing water, people, charming melancholy, passers-by crossing the street in a hurry, everything is in the light wave of dreams.

I have written this before. I don't know if it will help.