A beautiful image of the Iraqi people is projected on the bluestone board. The alley in front of us is silent, just like a layer of fog in the evening, covered by the last sunshine. The white water passed around the city, and the glass-like bright and moving water came slowly from a distance, singing a thousand poems in a low voice. There are not many tall and splendid buildings standing in a square city, showing a unique and arrogant look. There are only gentle houses in Jiangnan water town, which hide particularly delicate and unique feelings. This fairyland-like place is another world I dream of every night, a world that can be big or small, a world that changes in obscurity, and a static and dynamic world-poetry city.
People in this city don't eat fireworks. Women are gentle and naive. What is revealed in her bones is Dong Mei's pride, but her face is as charming as a rose. After all, she is a woman from poetry and painting, with a unique temperament and a heart that dares to love and hate. Men are pure and white, have a pure and just heart, are fearless, dare to compare with the sky, have a broad mind and can tolerate all rivers. They or they are pursuing the most beloved feelings in their hearts, which are patriotic feelings and deep affection for lovers. Looking back on the past and hurting the present is the love that has been condensed for many years.
On the bridge over there, someone shouted at the surging river, and on the pavilion over there, someone drowned in the heavy rain with wine. Women play the pipa, the thoughts brought by the ships coming and going, and the "people are haggard" and "things are different" pouring down in the song are the smells that pervade the city. It's like human nature in life. At the beginning of life, nature is full of conscience and cordial fragrance emanating from the heart. It is a gathering of noble souls, exuding deep love and warm breath. Everything in nature, rain or shine, snow or wind, appears inadvertently, lighting up all the surrounding scenery with people's mood and blowing the flute of happiness like an angel. The flute fills the air, and people are dependent on the scenery, stringing together the warmth of this city. In this glass city, everyone's shadow is reflected on the wall, killing all the treachery and evil in his heart. A city that has never been dirty for thousands of years has no masks painted on the surface of human beings, no dust and dirt, and belongs to sunshine, life and emotion.
Every time I see this city in my dream, my whole heart will come back to life and I will have a sense of satisfaction. I don't care about anything, that comfortable and quiet city.
The so-called poetry city is on the water side.