Introducing two scenic spots with Gangnam flavor about 200 words .

Suzhou Garden, Tongli, Wuzhen two ancient towns.

West Lake, Wuzhen, and Xitang are all from Zhejiang.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, cutting off the time of the past, or the warm and cold of this February day, freezing the enthusiasm in my heart. Peel away all the familiar faces of the past so unfamiliar. Perhaps we should be a little sober, life is always reincarnated in countless reunions and partings, and we are moving forward in countless laughter and tears, and we are bound to have no end.

Meet in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, in an instant our hearts bloomed with dazzling fireworks in the alleys, spent a romantic rainy season, time took us through the ancient town of the south of the Yangtze River, hand in hand Walking through the stone steps covered with moss, sitting on the raft and looking at a blackened wooden door eroded by the rainy season in the waves, you laughed and wanted to push it open, when the white and immature little hands touched the water surface and rippled layer by layer, only to find that everything was just floating clouds. You are drunk in my arms under the oil-paper umbrella, looking at the vast water surface outside the umbrella, letting time erode our youth.

How many times have you wandered in every alley, it is still the same road, or the same scene, just a playmate in the past, can you still vaguely remember the happiness you had, whether you are still in contact, and whether you can still have the warmth and happiness when you were happy together.

I have paid attention to the back of a person alone, who is it, I have read about the sadness of a person alone, without time, whether there will be a repeat of that boundless death, no memories, whether there will be a little bit of forgetfulness in the loneliness of separation, no forgetting, whether there will still be helpless hesitation in the memory of separation.

Full of tiredness, longing to blow a breeze to take away a touch of sorrow in the heart, the willow branches outside the window hang from the high branches to the ground, it can't resist the gravitational pull of the earth, just as I can't resist you, maybe you have forgotten the promise we made under that golden sun, reflecting the sparkling lake, everything is like a world away, everything is like floating dust. Once we rushed out of the age when there was still a trace of innocence and childishness, we would also be so sad to leave.

There is always some silent nostalgia in the years, when we parted with the past, where will we be, and whether we can still remember the previous dreams and the people and things in the dreams.

Once upon a time, looking at a clear moon, let my thoughts be like the wind, and taste a faint sorrow alone in a faint situation; Once upon a time, one side of the party missed, let the years flow like water, and swayed an eternal memory in the quiet time; Once upon a time, I was no longer lonely and waiting, just letting the flowers bloom and fall, the tide rising and falling, and in the desperate wind, I was indifferent and not shocked.

Maybe it's just a Jiangnan dream, I hope you don't see the tears on the pillow when you wake up from the dream!