Guo Nanjing, few have been Zijin lake. Even a lot of Nanjing did not quite know it. Because it is too small, too obscure, and neither the Qin Huai River in style, nor the width of Xuanwu Lang. It is only a very secluded Zijin foothills just a small lake. However, it is my memories of Nanjing, one of the most romantic.
First time I saw in the Zijin Zijin Lake Peak. Dark days have been gradually down. Peak left the last batch of visitors. The spring mountain wind on the body already has a little coolness. I leaned Yanhuai, listening fluttering mountain breeze, watching gray luxuriant mountain. Distant a mark a gradual integration of the Yangtze River has been in the float Ye Wu. It carries through the ages hate how many how many how many sorrows How much rain in the Yangtze River as the plume of blue smoke Acacia usually floating in the sky. Purple dusk beautiful: the birds soon as soon as the phase call homing; twilight inch by inch diffuse the Nanjing City; lights a bright one up; people one-on look at the beautiful Purple Mountain. As I almost think that this is the most beautiful time, in a casual look back that I saw it - Zijin Lake. Mountain greenery almost annihilation of its small green lake. Yet just when the sky will be dark in an instant it flashed the light shine on people. It is like a translucent jade inlaid in the hillside. If the hill have eyes, then it is the transverse wave of Les Yeux. It is transparent, the living, quiet but full of Reiki. Sunlight in a flash to the end of its most pure, most facial wavefront. Only the flash, the dark days of the. Road clear atmosphere of the wavefront that are astonishing glimpse into the vast hidden after the twilight years. Along the way I have in and Yan discuss that what kind of place. I do not know if I can find that soft, bright Michimata the wavefront.
The next day morning days Piaoqi the rain. Hurriedly looked Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, I insisted on a Xiao San Po Yan, on a secluded mountain. Yan is like water, they just can not refuse this time the mountain quiet. In the air mixed with the soil moist taste and fragrance of pine trees, people can feel the breath between the distant mountains. We are walking aimlessly in the absence of the mountain path, simply because like the foot of the trail was covered with leaves like a Qinglie the air, like it is so dependent together holding hands. Anion makes me enthusiastic spirits. Just one second before I have V in Yan's arms, after the second becomes a "forest mini-train," roaring down the mountain down. Yan connived with my nonsense, look at me figure beating loudly call me by my nickname. Echoed over the empty woods of our laughter. So smile Naozhao, we have a dream that broke into the general areas.
Natiao seem to never have a turn at the end of the trail actually was not prepared will be sent to the purple light of our lake. The moment they see the lake, I and Yan also quiet down. Lake no one, no sound, the lake beautiful untrue. Accidental one Liangsheng bird's sharp like a direct flying into people's hearts. Yan and I seem to hear each other's heartbeat. Blurred the face of the lake, I was almost afraid there is not enough before the fear of his own footsteps awakened by the dream of implicit in the bottom of the lake. The purple light rain lake Tengqi a layer of mist, so that reminds me of Zhang Jiuling of a poem: "Soul Mountain Multi-Xiuse, empty the water a total of Yin Yun." To the eyes, look down the lake but smaller than the peak. Green lake green, not like the shadow of the mountains covered with trees of the lake, inverted image is to the green mountainsides are sucked into the bottom of the lake. You can also clear the shore to see the gravel bottom of the lake, offshore inch long, green, one point will be thick, a short while, thick green Jing Si infiltrated the unfathomable bottom of the lake in general. Ying-green lake to mountains of more green. Clear and green mountains, deep green lake; the vigorous green mountains, lakes and green spirits permeability; mountain green poem Cantabile, lakes and green smoke like a dream. That mountain is on the lake, which lake is the mountain spirits. Thin layer of rain and fog shrouded the lake, it seems to be able to Zijin Lake profane world apart. As a result, hazy purple light lake has become a graceful, somewhat naive, losing Refreshing mysterious world of the gods. I leaned against the shoulders Yan, Lan Zhao Yan's hand gently to my waist, and we sat quietly lake, with your eyes, in between breathing, from the inner most depths of the lake on the taste of the pure diffusion. Suddenly had the feeling of kinds of R & B: It seems that since time immemorial, Lake wizard is here waiting for us; it seems since time immemorial, Anchor on my side, holding my hand, appreciate the poetic beauty, and not ask beyond the flesh earth's history. Positive thinking, Anchor grip of my hand. Raised his head, exactly like the lake as the clear front of Yan's eyes. Only one, between me and Yan have a thorough understanding and tacit agreement. If Yan is a mountain, I would like to do this turn the humble water, in his embrace, the silent, quietly, and Chun-chun, and for his stick to a warmth.
Author: mimishen
