The late summer of that year, in August after a half-wave of a certain day early in the morning, I set foot on the train to Haining. It was out climbing, but did not have imagined being so slow, to the Da Haining station when it is more than ten minutes. Hurriedly rushed to the bus station, but, to salt away a car just getting a group, the next one have to wait until after more than 11-point start. I remember the day the tide is more than 12 noon, thinking can probably catch up, they bought tickets, just sit in the waiting room at bus departure. Then next to the curiosity of some passengers at bus approached and chatted with him when they learned that I have to rush to look at mid-day tide yanguan one after another shook his head: "Today the tide of cross at 12 o'clock, and you even get on the ban The car is also estimated catch of the. "" ah? That may be how to do呀! "had the time to just count on fingers, and my heart will be my Zhexia Ke Tap anxiously, she thought, to a rare, or specially to see a wave of it, it takes numerous one, playing one of the catch bar. So I hurried back the ticket, went to the door edgy hailed. One lady with other cars also followed out, help me this situation and the driver, said a driver was cut out is that even though I am now a taxi in the past, can be sure to catch up with the tide, this car is not cheap money, so that waste it is not cost-effective. That driver also told me the night 11 points and once more the tide, thinking This is even more impossible, they will have Xingxing Ran back to the station. That kind-hearted lady, and other passengers comfort I Haining Road, and then later, also told me that the bridge on the Qiantang River can be seen, not necessarily to the salt, and told me to go to the best in the rainy day, so the tide even stronger wave higher. That lady is the most enthusiastic, said to me: "sister, ah, the next trip and then to salt, went to the lady at home to Shiraai Oh. Well, Lennon to the × × junction turn right, inquire about × × × to know of." Oh, the local people really friendly and honest, their enthusiasm did not catch up with the tide of my displeasure and regret swept away.

Speaking of salt, do have the一段小插曲. Has picnic through salt, Wang Guowei accidentally discovered the house on the roadside. The housing is small, but the end was very clean and tidy, is located in between the verdant countryside, seem simple and tranquil. House furnishings simple, raw cold primitive, like other former residence of General, halls exhibits Wang Guowei's biographies, portraits and some manuscripts. Way back more than a century ago, a young overlooking in this case, studying hard, who is expected in the future, he actually thought was a terrific academic masters! View of his life, I am really extremely distraught admiration can not help but regret, sigh sigh.

Back to the train station, bought return trip ticket, wondering how to spend the remaining hours, saw a seat not far from the hills, to the inquiries that were named the Western Hills, there's parks, not help Qiexi, thinking there place. In fact, that is to fall back on the Western Hills Western Hills Park is built, in the Piedmont set up a door as the entrance up the hill. Few visitors to the mountains, there is no number, is loving this as clean. Alone in the opposite direction along the small, roadside trees and verdant, the light green deep-Bi, thick ridges Yu, Yin Whisper insects, birds crisp, calm mind, such as washing. Line to the mountainside, in a secluded discovered a tomb, tombstone engraved with impressively Xu words! Oh, Ruo-small Haining, try out the Wizards, who is the great poet Haining Kip shiren. This in front of the tomb was surrounded by pine and cypress care, appearance is a cement brick, because the environment humid and dark, over the green Cang Tai Hen. Gray owned by Ash, Dust dust, earth return to the earth, the poet's romantic records into text circulated through the ages, and his souls sleep in this forever. Hearts truly yours, fold a small offering of wild flowers and put in the tomb, rest in peace, once the soul of agitation, and now has returned to his mother's warm embrace, rest in peace.

Because Zhefan occasional mind quite some turbulence. Return trains do not have a seat and extremely crowded, stand in the compartment junction of the aisle, looking out the window, but after the field Sasa village, thought about at home.
Author: amyown