Morning departure from Padang sand brick field, the low skies, a dozen years I walked in the final.
Night tide has not yet completely faded from me, the heavy humid air filled my lungs.
Pass through a small quarry, and we turned in col. The Yangtze River has not yet regained consciousness, here Guailiaogewan. Flow gently, as if lingering tranquil beaches, mountains grace.
Dozens of villagers sitting on the beach, the shallow of the river as naughty puppy descend quickly on their feet retreated to tease with. Them to stop talking, turn around and stare at weird to see these costumes stranger broke into their cozy morning.
They do not know I was jealous of them.
Messy fresh footprints in the dull light and delicate repressed, heavily cross-mapping of the beach under the exceptionally clear. They are alive, co-Xi, a Zhang mischievously breathing mouth.
I looked up. Castle Peak burst of giddy happiness welled up in my eyes.
Some companion is slowly climbed the hill and into a gigantic tent, an emerald dream ... of ... ... ... ... ....
If the beach side of the silver mirror. They ease the pace of upper body slightly shaking, backpack of blowing over, behind the hot pursuit of the footprints, light and shadow crossed Yixinghuanwei, all floating together. I am floating on top in terms of time, flows through a node, the power of honey is full of great calm, like, in my heart spread. Amid heaven, earth opened his eyes, infinite love to watch them bow walk, waterside sitting in the river playful creatures, but also gently close up eyes ... ... ... ... ... ..
Rain, such as silk
Or just mist, slowly moisten the clothes, hair, mountains and verdant - Dark Green - Deep Dai --- light gray, the rain blurred the boundaries of all things, the overlapping of the endless mountains bonded together. River silent, only the clouds between heaven and earth solo.
Mighty shade of misty mountain ridges in the deep valley they are submerged in the waving sleeve of a robe sleeves, but also in Britain Tun peak set, stand in combat readiness.
I clearly heard that thin voice, Ruqirusu. With the cloud and vapor, with the fog and the whole workshop is truly, with the smoke and released into the atmosphere, with the rain and cohesion. Yun ah you Yuyuehuanxiu! How much do you want played to be about?
Traveled alone is Quzi Mindanao quest up and down crown?
Lee Bai Caiyun Fimbristylis between the ape inside the Yi Mei Sheng?
Is Du Fu's poetry and literature autumn huts Manjuan?
Lotte Xun-yang moon is under the moisten the normal hit?
Jade footpath Night Rains, Bashan lonely candle flickering shadow?
Or Lu Guan dream meandering river, Wu Jing?
3000 years, China's most distinguished poets, painters bald Biduan writing, but also difficult to capture the grace of your case on paper!
Yun ah, or you want to portray an instant Zhang Ju also devoid of humanity? Now, you can not swallow Sang Sang superimpose my scene.
I leaned against the ship's side next to the. Hundreds of millions of pieces of strands of rain drift hundreds of millions of pieces of shiny strands of rain drift exposed in Figure needle into my heart.
Gray's time to flood-like open-ended, I could not peel ethereal calm as heaven and earth and the river and the gorge between the clouds and the rain was a doting organs.
Early the next morning, nanmuyuan immigrant hostels. Wushan broken windows into the room almost hit my nose. A feather falling from the mountainside, Yau to swing to go in the clouds in the drilling drilled.
Author: windframe
