The fireworks fell in March, and the blue paddle lit up my missing. I searched for your story in the long years. In that small building with green bricks and tiles, I was drunk in my memory about you with the aroma of wine. Stepping on the setting sun on the bluestone, I saw who was still singing the final song for thousands of years on the mottled broken bridge. The ferry port winds the thoughts of landscape families, letting the waves break the lovesickness, and then the river surface ripples, which turns into the most beautiful poetry deep in the clouds and smoke. The folk songs of the water town wake up the fish and shrimp, I also sang and woke up the plantain and Willow on the shore, but I couldn’t copy your beauty, so I could only sigh softly in those uneven verses: Jiangnan! Like (prose editor: indifferent) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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