Standing on the stone bridge in the mountain pond, I fold down a section of willow branches with a slight yellow color, and gently place it in my accompanying backpack. Under an oil paper umbrella, I can see the deep eyes in the distance flowing. For this small street in Gusu, I am deeply nostalgic and tender. Tonight, I will return to my hometown thousands of miles away. At this moment, I will say goodbye to this small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I will never forget the lingering wind and willow beside the Taihu Lake, the Zen silence and carefree deep in the tiger hill forest, the gentle singing on the Qilihe river; I can't forget the light fragrance in the teahouse The rain, drenched both sides of the Daiwa, cold wind blowing through the nearby branches, into a voice sobbing choking, as if they were carrying the same as me. Walking through the street at the beginning of the Lantern Festival, with exquisite embroidery, you can see a heart full of wonder, and the lifelike landscape paintings always make people reluctant to move away for a long time; The wine shop with strong fragrance and intoxication must order a pot of peach blossom wine, push a cup with a friend for a change, and send a farewell poem by Wang Wei: "persuade you to make a glass of wine to go out of Yangguan without an old man", drink it with tears! Time passes quietly among the drops of water, meets, and transits to parting in a short time. Under the pavilion of the ancient road, I am the one who is about to take a long journey. Looking at this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, which sleeps for more than 300 days and nights, I can't help but feel warm. It used to be a gentle place where I threw all my spare time; it used to roam with me in the poetic and picturesque atmosphere; it took me to see the great scenery written by the ancients; it accompanied me to enjoy a romantic peach blossom. The gears of the suitcase click and finish the last intimacy with them for me. Looking back again, I can see the beautiful picture from the bottom of my eyes and store it in my heart. The earphone circulates the song rain breaks the south of the Yangtze River. It's gentle and the tide surges a lonely heart
