The dimension in March, catkin, it was the season of the grass sprout out of the earth, if a thin gown, in March, the poet went into the misty rain in south China alexander hera pre wedding.

Jiangnan spring, with the south's peculiar misty rain breath, on both sides of the mysterious fragrance floating in white cherry blossoms in the evening. Pluck a flower blooming in the green willow swaying under the peony, the horse, MuYun, traveling in the south in the gentleness of the jiangnan, drunk.

ShuEr, a light spirit of sound through the crater, cherry blossoms, over the side of the poet, like this blurred the misty rain in the south, in his heart. Remember those strewn at random in the past, the poet could not help but stop to listen to and in sound steep turn that moment, he took off her skirts that have been dormant Bai Yuxiao, and relies on the piano. Clear spirit had a moment's pause, then rang again. Piccolo, song of bamboo sound clip shore poplar and willows sway. Sound beautiful, sound, a flute, piano is so fit, cleansed of the jiangnan water shimmered. Stepped on a land of Fei sakura, the poet found sound. So, in the march of peach blossom with willow, in the mist of engraved on the bridge, the poet to facilitate the color flower jiao, he will be a lifetime woman meet by chance alexander hera pre wedding.

And lang Xuan heat, recall the mo forget.

Since the ancient times, is he with her years after ink jiangnan jiangnan is he with her.

The peach blossoms in full bloom season, fragrant and beautiful impression. Poet directions scenery, sing odes word, she was in childhood Fried tea, song aficionado. He looked back, he saw the peach blossom is thick, quiet smile of woman, the poet unbearable whisper: "wild creeping weed, ling turbulent xi, have a beautiful people, realisation wan xi, meet meet, comfortable, I would like to xi". Woman after listen to, still did not speak, but her face suddenly red like the romance of the peach blossom in March, just her sound more indirect than the first touching, in fine threads continuouslyalexander hera pre wedding

They hand in hand to admire the chardonnay, here in the small furnace tea cooking, see a month on forest tip, when the bottom of the sleeve. He didn't, more polite she ice snow cleverness. They like-minded, together to talk about poems and pale blue flowers. Years, in the ancient town, stop its steps.

Such dull days, also become lasting appeal umber. Poet suddenly felt himself has been deeply absorbed in jiangnan tender feelings, don't regret for the past, also don't need to plan for the future. Clear water before emptying, tracery wall behind the double way, sitting with her so, just sitting, so day is already left tao ran machine.

Cherry blossom season of all, the purple basket vine covered the whole flower shelf, a letter of distant. Poets have to go. Yang river south bank, still green was ecstatic. O, horizontal, eyebrow peak, since for a harp, then by jean tail! Her tearful aficionado, his emotional and "o feng feng xi to return home, burn xi burn xi mo phase forget" jean flute still harmony, only with the endless sorrow, through the crater, cherry blossoms, scattered in they had together to jiangnan every corner.

She thought he would be back soon, but until the jiangnan town gets older, he still did not return.

How could she know that, don't for one, have much transformed. He returned home, from temple. He in his ups, poet already is not a poet. He has the power, have as beautiful as her wife. Perhaps already can't remember, that in the old jiangnan silently waiting for his woman. When he promises to pay, she as a pledge to stick to his life, the long light pay time.

Time transformation and impermanence, he eventually tumbled down from the cloud. Deportation, alone. Walk in on the safety, planted on both sides is full of YingShu and peach trees. ShuEr, a gust of wind blew the tree full of peach and cherry blossoms scattered wave, under the sky red rain, suddenly he remembered years ago that woman of song in the peach blossom flutters aficionado,, she is still waiting in the jiangnan?

ZongYiWei blue paste in jiangnan anchored along the shore. Suddenly his eyes wide open. In that year, respectively, the ford, willow has a new build by laying bricks or stones more grave. "Sound sound, the day is cold, cold water. The dream silk light singing, building outside the building, mountain outside the mountain, the mountain building outside people also. Wild goose word back, forget sichuan. Early aficionado of cold tears unlined upper garment, it was raining with shoulder, with shoulder, flute, window shade, those plasma sound, when to return?" This is the inscription, this is her, it was her! She has been waiting for him, is just too late to wait for him to return, has receded. He couldn't help crying. River's south bank, whose flute light qi, in the evening breeze, especially the chill cold.

Much later, the old jiangnan in a strange old man. His hut built beside a graves. His days at the graves aficionado flute, whispering softly. Children in jiangnan is a he taught song "dream into the jiangnan water, smoke as jiangnan, and writes a encounter. Us nowhere said intoxicate in sleep, wake up disappointed us mistakenly intoxicate. To do this book ruler, floating fish sink geese, no proof for the end of..."

This is a love of strewn at random.

This is the secret of Yangtze river valley.