At this point the window, blowing my face is in late spring breeze. But my camera is still recording the most beautiful springtime in Yangzhou, my heart was still immersed himself in the ripple where the Slender West Lake.
"Scenes in Yangzhou," is my first trip reason. I would like to, because sentence poems, Yangzhou has become a fascinating place where many people.
Selected one day, regardless of the weather Yinqing, or good or bad mood, I just want flew into the arms of the spring, feel the rhythm of life to listen to the four seasons of reincarnation that hidden Chan Yu.
In the Wei Liang in the morning breeze, with a tired but excited expressions appear in front of us MM, was me.
The journey began for the way a prelude to the laughter was an accident. As their favorite game, and the determine the winner, after the exhibition as a wonderful, full field jubilant atmosphere become the most people down, bringing back memories of the aftertaste.
I am in the crowd, enjoy the laughter, enjoy the play, while allowing their own to enjoy a long absence, madness.
Only occasionally, slightly away from the complicated and noisy people.
Since the spring of Yangzhou is gentle, and delicate, with not exposed, and unobtrusive, but is not refuse.
Walks away from the thin, West Lake, you can hear a slight and delicate grass breathing, a tour of the sweet peach that roots of Zhaxian.
At this point, the spring is a personal, or can only belong to 32 confidant.
Yangzhou trip time flows have been migrating to the days behind. Floating, as well as refused to return to the mood, in that happy period of life is Liulianwangfan.
I do not know the spring is too irresistible charm, or because the real heavy, so that people finally find a reason for emotion-laden, making my mind to do a non-return trip. Or, short-term happiness is also the fact that people can not resist?
I took the semi-darkness of the mood, time and again remembering.
Well, should laugh at me, unnecessary passionate and sentimental, would like to stay strong this is not of the earth's beauty, insist this is not their own feelings.
Author: sunnyday
