That Arch of Dark Brows

Jiangnan rain, like smoke. The people of Jiangnan, like mist. The women of Jiangnan, gentle as water. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she steps onto blue stone slabs carpeted with emerald moss. The clack of wooden clogs echoes leisurely from the alley. There is a winding stream here, a tall courtyard, and rooftops that arch in the distinctive curves of Jiangnan. This is Jiangnan! P.S. Something came up at home, so I missed my schedule. I can only sigh regretfully~~ Theme: