Jiangnan, like a graceful woman, walks lightly along the long river of time. Her beauty, like a faint ink painting, gently unfolds in front of people's eyes.
Jiangnan in the early morning is a hazy ink painting. The mist is like a veil, shrouding the small bridges and flowing water, and the pink walls and tiles. The green hills in the distance loomed, as if they were shy girls, unwilling to show their true faces easily. The willow trees by the river, swaying gently in the breeze, seem to be dancing girls, graceful.
Jiangnan in the afternoon is a melodious ancient song. The sun shines on the surface of the lake, sparkling. The canopy boat slowly sailed over the water, leaving a trail of water. The boatman swayed his oars and sang old songs, the sound of which echoed through the air and made people revel in it. In the teahouse on the street, people sit together, sipping fragrant tea, listening to the commentary, leisurely.
When night falls, Gangnam becomes a dreamlike world again. Lanterns hung high and lit up the entire city. The river glows with stars in the light of the lights. On the ancient stone bridge, people shuttle by, as if walking into a tunnel of time. The night in Jiangnan is quiet and noisy; It's old and it's modern.
The most beautiful Jiangnan is beautiful in her natural scenery, beautiful in her cultural heritage, and even more beautiful in her tranquility and tranquility. In this bustling and noisy world, Jiangnan is like a pure land, allowing people to get a moment of peace of mind.