[Art Picture Language] 2021.06.28 Muxi, a water town in a dream

She is like an ancient scroll, once the veins and textures are stretched, the fragrance hits, the dark waves surge, and the delicacy is timeless, like a delicate porcelain bluestone street, an ordinary alley, looking for a curtain of quiet dreams, lightly disturbing the blue moss, the blue rock peaks, Cui Wei drips only, and the thoughts are so delicate, happy, soothing, and different. The lotus leaf fields, trailing the tail, looking for the clouds and water, disturbing the clear lotus, the clear water is full, the lotus blossoms in the heart, the favorite words are sweet, the light is shallow, the ripples, the mist and rain lock the green pavilion, the doorknocker makes the verdigris, a song of high mountains and flowing water, the melody Consistent, stroking dreams and drinking Qinghuan, drinking Shu Yulun lightly, tea is full of fragrance, drinking with high spirits, a piece of ice heart always cares about feelings, the east wing and the west wing are suitable. Carrying magnificent dreams, but also soothing the sadness of the soul. In the misty rain of many buildings, the inkstone and ink are dipped in the ink, and the plain brush is lightly twisted, and it is impossible to outline this deep and rainy drizzle Jiangnan.