Remember the city's big wheel a small screw on the rotation sense of, and life seems to be seeking the old process, but in the travel process, not just moving your own landscape, but more importantly is the face of them the kind of calendar and recognition of the body in mind, a naked moved closer to the essence of life, a value different from day to day feelings. Xun Gu began a course of Zhouzhuang I can not remember the first few steps, I find the old life and escape into the total acceptance.
Walking in the ancient city of old streets, watching the pedestrians were watching the scene, there is a Wang Water for Life, listening to the guide's words never cease, my mind numb close to the freezing point. Way line, and the countless business telephone rang in my ears, if the travel agency colleagues for giving me the definition, I believe there is a "phone lady" in a high-Qishuang autumn wind, my heart was ancient streets, the hearts of Jinong been the product of the exhaustion of modernization, watching the water Zhouzhuang roadside tea Sasa of the passers-by, my heart became a freeze-frame, standing at water's edge, a long time I did not move. Comparison with the gap between daily life and living here, my heart really hurts. A long time wanted to go away by themselves once again the feeling of floating Chung up. This is the knot of my life, struggling in the compliance and rebellion, shackles and freedom inside, but why are there so many reasons I had to stick down.
Pervariabilis old Aunt singing leisurely boat slip will be over, dark faces, simple face, as well as I suddenly heard she was singing softly in the mouth, there is no Chinese public Quchong feeling, she was In listening to yourself sing through my front, she inadvertently looked up and gave me a brilliant smile, and that has not stopped singing, just her mouth, I can feel her Jiangnan Minor song rhyme, moment, my heart filled with moving, the ice began to melt the hearts of solution, when elderly people deviate from my shadow, suddenly I found that eyes already moist inside.
Passed Zhouzhuang, passed her days and the old Lang Lang's Market, walked Natiao steady stream of water and gray tiles and white walls of silence, in my sense, the old lady simple and honest smile and crooning songs that I gone through the greatest memories of Zhouzhuang and wealth.
He hopes to be a more easily moved and touched by others who wanted to be a more difficult to numbness and apathy of others who, due to real life ---
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