The south

Clingy wind as it flows,

entangling you to a nostalgic dream, slender drizzle as it drops, dropping to the fading world...turns around, only to find that nothing was left but the remaining memories.

The willow catkins are fluttering in the sky, like the snow, swimming in the air to open a mysterious world, it is the time.

The venerable town,

its pristine and intoxicating atmosphere, as if the dreaming world, you can not help appreciating it within or outside, once upon the time,the days of disorderly mood, I was wandering along the town of the river south, its landscape, lonesome rain lane, the vicissitudes of the past, the scenery of the poet, all of these made me feel rejuvenated again, as if it was my destiny where to look for.

Year to spend similar,

but each year has changed, wake up today, only to discover that every thing is not a dream, it is real, if I have the ability, I could use my pencil to paint the beautiful picture scroll, including the turning around of the departure.