The rhyme is Jiangnan, An Zang's ink painting, and the pink and white letter paper expresses endless feelings. The peach blossoms fall in the dream, the flowing water is quiet, the blue waves are thousands of miles away, a curtain of dreams, the broken words are still there, the people are as graceful as flying, the drunken dreams are full of love, the elegy clears the city and the whole place is hurt. The flowing fireflies are painting the screen coldly, the clouds are floating lightly, and the water vapor is dense and graceful, pouring out a piece of fallen flowers and melting the emotion into the painting, depicting the prosperity falling on the water.
I will never forget that beautiful woman with a charming smile, who came from the prosperous middle of the Six Dynasties and looked back at me with a smile on the edge of the exquisite lake. The fragrant grass is green, the willows are smoky, the elegant character, the unparalleled charm, and thousands of years of rain have brewed into an intoxicating wine, slightly drunk with the years, smudged by the world of mortals, and blurred in the eyes.
Once, I was as beautiful as jade, in the south of the Yangtze River, water splashed with duckweeds and spit out the fragrance of lotus, and I laughed drunkenly and sang a rhyme in the hazy moon. Just for a single unforgettable sentence, I held on to my lifelong longing.
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