It rained in the south of the Yangtze River, lingering and lingering.
This rain is different, maybe it is just the hazyness of that glance.
Above the arch bridge, the green river gurgled past, misty rain and white mist rose. In the fog, the figures were blurry, and only a faint green robe could be seen. The figure was blurry and seemed to be about to disappear.
The person on the bridge held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and there were little dewdrops on the slightly yellow oil paper.
Then, the umbrella holder lowered his eyes and looked at the lake at his feet. The green lake water flowed by, and it seemed as if there was water flowing through his eyes.
The rain in Jiangnan has stopped and it is slightly cool.
The fog on the bridge cleared, and the people... Disappeared.
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