Carried by the wind, I encountered a fragrant scent, a flower shadow passed by a beautiful young woman.
Jiangnan, the hometown of rain. The fine, shimmering threads, the soft and lingering embrace, like ink and like a painting, rendered the dreamy and serene, elegant scenes of Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is the beauty of ink. On the street, willows and bridges, rainy alleys are ancient and mysterious. One by one, the primroses open with a fragrant scent. Pale yellow flowers complemented the tranquility of the rainy alleys, representing both confidence and elegance. White flowers, however, were particularly seductive, exuding an aristocratic demeanor, as if a graceful woman I dreamt of, standing and waiting for a thousand years, encountering me in the rainy alleys.
The fragrance of jasmine drifts in the wind, the shadow of flowers passes by a charming young woman. The rain amazed those who admired the flowers, the wind intoxicated those who listened to the wind, the tranquility of the alleys, the jasmine elegance, opened the feeling of a paper umbrella, depicting countless warm thousand-year flower stories.
In the quiet night, the persistent rain was fulfilled, and the romantic atmosphere in the rain lingered, accompanied by the leisurely thoughts of climbing stairs. Sitting by the railing to listen to the rain, a graceful posture. You like to walk in the rain, and the rainy alleys are a place to linger. Quiet rainy alleys, a solitary walk, stained with jasmine, with a gentle and elegant gaze, beneath your feet is a circle of ripples, and above you, raindrops form a rhythm, and your thoughts are clear, and your spirit is light.
Truly as a dream, a paper umbrella, a cheongsam, long hair to the waist, face like a peach blossom, smiling softly and casually, with a sense of elegance and leisure, like a painting yet not a painting, fixed in my eyes.
Your peerless beauty, just like Jiangnan picking lotuses, gazing at the rain in the alleys and embracing spring. 'A solitary scholar's night' – 'A lone scholar's night' – 'Where has my beloved gone?' After many winds and rains, we were intoxicated by the rain in the alleys. My dream is a thousand-year-long connection, appearing in a misty rain, magnificent and spectacular.
A carved window, exquisitely beautiful, witnessed the lingering affection of fine rain and light wind, dyed the colors of longing, with your blushing smile in harmony with peach blossoms, with your serenity among clouds and water, delicate and dust-free, a ten-mile pavilion. Meeting, is a romantic destiny, or a rebirth, must be a complete reunion of heaven and earth, even if we don't fly side by side, it is the most beautiful love in the mortal world, deeply rooted in the rain.
Jiangnan has a dream, and the dream is also intoxicated by Jiangnan. I'm happy that there are encounters in the rainy alleys, beautifying time and cherishing longing, listening to a piece of 'Ling Yan' – 'Ling Yan' – 'Small bridge and flowing water and people's homes'.
The rainy alleys are waiting for the rain, and they are also waiting for you. A thousand-year dream is a beautiful love, with wind carrying emotions, rain condensing poetry, appreciating a graceful beauty, observing flawless skin and bones, a paper umbrella, a rainy alley, a subtle shadow, a weeping willow, and a beauty of the wind. Rain brings beauty and sadness together.
