Before long, I know, nothing is not the past. Tomorrow will always be more mature than it is today.
me up at night, sitting in the window, wooden floor, watching the early morning light from the blinds Xiwei the gap through that hole, more bright, more dazzling, listening out the window began to change from the quiet car in silence Zhaguo the road, the barking dog, there are children began to slapstick, this night though tough, but has passed, this season though tough, in the end will be in the past. . . . . .
small, that one year is long, and the overall hope than the day of Chinese New Year. Then, I grew up time shorter,光阴started like flowing water, I only had time Ju a handful of water, listen to the sound when it is falling. Then, the passage of time became a part of life, I am immersed in the river of time, do not feel it's footsteps, almost ignoring the years to replace the slight discomfort when you brush.
Finally, we need the passage of time, so we are accustomed to, or forgotten.
I would like to forget Huangshan, Huangshan Mountain is unwilling to forget, although I know that one day, Huangshan tour, will be gathering dust in the memory, occasionally referred to these two words, he no longer would be sad, or excited, I just would faint to say is: a certain period of one day, I have been to. Float mind, it is only fragmented pieces, such as: 67 steps.
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I was so perverse unruly people? You leave me, this is one of the reasons do? If you give us a chance, you will accept my perverse, tolerance, I do not tame? Or, you change or I change?
but a hypothetical, you or me, not change for the other people, as we do another perverse selfish person, how could give another chance. We are only faint to say goodbye, smiled and staggered off, there is no heated rhetoric, there is no retention, there is no dispute. I do not even know that in dreams late at night, I think of the past, you will also like me, have quietly dropped the pillow wet with tears, will not, remember Huangshan 67 steps?
October Huangshan Mountain Gate has yellowed pine dwarf shrubs, in the middle a little mixed with reddish brown color, looks, and some blows, the taste. Is not as I imagined, "according to the moon between pine, springs stone upstream" and Xiao Shu Xuan Long scene. Autumn the wind is blowing slightly in the possession of Qiuhan transparent clothing. However, we are two hand in hand visitors, snuggling with each other together, seems to me that the background scenery, the background will be replaced, the protagonist can not be. We each put a hale and hearty the Po disabilities, shoot down the mountain tomorrow, after the preparation and Lang Beixiang be in sharp contrast.
originally thought, Huangshan mountain is a graceful, venue and health springs, lush trees. However. Huangshan pine tree is the peak there are cliffs, this is a man mountain. Japan, South Korea followed a quiet tourist guides, climbed up and down one by one peak, from time to time they have controlled sounded breathless and shutter sound. A pair of lovers from time to time more than we also from time to time by us more than we, linger in different scenery.
our pace very quickly, more than a family of three, wife wearing shoes in Gaughan, his father ran before running for the mother and son after the two pictures. Little son, do not know why the matter quiet and kept issuing screams of excitement. There is a simple mild appeal, in these three flows between individuals. I have always been eager to have love turbulence and ever-changing life. To this desire, I gave up many things that should be cherished a lifetime. To go and the road ahead was uncertain of the future, I do not know who is right to play a gambling. However, it now appears, right and wrong, not in the yes answers.
Huangshan everywhere dense locks, tight buckle in the mountains of Copper Cylinder, the telling of family ties, love, friendship, these things are my disdain on the surface, deep down, valued things. I think it is worried about their own future, so they have always focussed on the matter.
We have the sea in front of the lock according to Chang photo, I have played a curious coincidence of a name to it:锁不住. . . . Sure enough.
hill to the end, it seems should be returned, and tourists have come back. On the map seems there are roads, chose a route to go, the locals tell us that victory to five hours, it is already two in the afternoon of the. We Hu Wang 1: go!
Oh, are so perverse people what a good strong.
prescriptions are very dangerous mountain scenery, all the way to see mountains, a beautiful autumn sky empty, and gradually have been no visitors. Like the Huangshan Mountain are our! We go too fast, one has a mountain to see not see the end of a gentle affair, but linger in the mind, I think the body is not tired can not stand. May be more steep hill, we have come to understand why there are sparsely populated why. . . . . . 30 pounds increasingly heavy backpack, legs seemed to no longer be his own, and autumn, we actually sweat. Stopped to take a rest interval is shorter and shorter, I stubbornly rejected his proposal for my backpack.
eyes is a hill, the time has passed three hours Qichuanruniu. . . . . .
If you flip over this mountain top, is our end.
"guess how many stairs?"
only a few stairs, we have now, it seems that the same ladder. . . . .
67!
same time, we say so.
two were silent for a step by step start to climb, in their hearts to calculate the amount. The last set foot on a stage, it is just a few to 67! Our words are not exhausted, legs can not support, kneel on the ground and hug together, feeling the mind interlinked agreement.
moment, I think we have found that can be life fair-weather person.
lifeless in the night, the stars twinkle, north wind moving wild, we are tightly hugging, listening to bursts of pines.
I thought the 67 steps, is a harbinger of our lives will be like in the 67 steps, as Xinxin interlinked with each other to support the walk. Two people with the impression that nothing can stop feeling.
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However, the end came too quickly some of it. Huangshan actually became six months ago, memories. Nothing is not the past. Once a soul is also no match for reason.
really a rational move? Or just an excuse?
our mountain rumbling, in the cliff on the jittery camera, you dragged sleepy I went to see the sunrise, we were down at Tuzhe tongue, according to a exhausted photos. . . .
fragments of these are already past, will occasionally emerge in your mind?
because of these fragments, we die a natural death.
think of a particular short-term difference, you holding my face gently kissed me, told me: the way careful, a good meal. Heard people say "bon voyage" is a sentence of courtesy, really care about the people would say, "all the way be careful."
still ringing in our ears, burst into tears.
one day you will join with another girl, another a mountain to climb, you will be embraced at the peak. I will love me and another one who walked the streets hand in hand, - when the heart has been touched will be remembered once the person do. One day after the passage of time, hard to sleep at night time, open the windows to see the Star, will the person who have been gentle sigh?
dear. 再见.
Author: pudding19
