Dreams, QingDang leaf boat, in the central sea roam, underlining the obsession, in the quiet town, entanglement. I put the dream gently shaking, slowly step, hold a grain of acacia beans, through suzhou old times
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【 set foot on the old jiangnan 】
Eyes, light cold fog diffuse, thought it was a dream, thought that oneself once again fall in fantasy. Looked up, gently close your eyes, quiet quiet breathing, this kind of weather, with real cold, originally, I really came.
Suzhou, a dream of coming back to the place, now, really set foot. Heart, soft, like in a distant dream, faint lake, create ripples, ancient alley, heard melodious tweedle, hanging by the oiled paper umbrella, is fantasy into quiet rain lane, the court of the ink spilled, loaded with literature, ancient books bloom of cold plum, sending out the light faint scent, delicate clay figurine, posing a different modelling, ferry boat and the elders, singing the old songs, landscape small pavilions, ancient attic, full of nostalgia. Beautiful scenery, rather than luxury, heart, silence rather than sentimentality
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Strike on the case, the sun through the window of small inn, a paper ink, slowly and gently, carrying the soul, quietly through.
One thousand years ago, who in this silent under the eaves, write stories? Who's here, and pen and ink, who's here, sing odes, who lean on the window, who's full moon, people? Spread a piece of paper, who, as iraqis? Who, point a red candle, acacia tear shed? Who, light pillow, a soft bed, dream once again reunited, who, independent has a cut, have a old times?
One thousand years ago, who's here to years old, the old time go? Read is full of wit, or wen wan jade wind? Is following ZhangDeng bitter man awake, or window to ying ying and stand of the woman?
Thoughts, across the long, long time
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