The Yangtze River, can I touch you?
Live on campus, there are a lake, walk through every day to work along the lake, transparent blue-green lake, watching for a long time, from the natural hum the words "spring green river, such as blue" poem, we suspect that the spring of the Yangtze River should also be the case attractive blue-green bar.
Growth in the north waterfront, are familiar with the blue sea, the Yangtze River for me, distant and unfamiliar.
Childhood, I thought the Yangtze River is to use scissors to cut out a long blue sea, a river bend. This idea is a lesson in hand-smoke come. At that time my brain ran out of some strange things often. For example, in rubber mud I play, I would think, the Yangtze River is perhaps the largest piece of rubber from the sea helped break down the shape into the mud on. I am not a little impression of the Yangtze River, so I always use the sea to make its frame of reference.
Although his mother is from home then come to the outside world along the Yangtze River, but the mother did not give us the Yangtze River. In the vicissitudes of the years, the face of the Yangtze River, she was more of a silence. As mothers, we are very close from the Yangtze River; As mothers, we are from the Yangtze River also brings a distance. I sure do not live their own true feelings on the Yangtze.
Later, from books to know the long history of the Yangtze River. I have read in the riverside hovering Hang Yin Chu doctor's "Lament"; seen throwing wine Linjiang, Wang lance spectacular and write poetry; in imagination, I once again boarded the Jiankang delightful pavilion, the Wu hook read, Langan shoot times.
The Yangtze River in me, not so much the usual meaning of the geographical concept, is nurturing a culture that is more symbolic in this. It is already five thousand years of history and culture with the overripe in my heart. I do not know In addition, in real life, but also what kind of Yangtze River. In her mother's eyes, the Yangtze River also represents something.
In this sense, I was familiar with the Yangtze River, after a chance to use my visual organ to feel the Yangtze River.
Vehicles from the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge on the rumbling has opened, my eyes greedily over and over again stroked the bridge of the river, like the blind to touch over and over again that they had heard of the elephant. Just do not know if we, who felt more real.
A gray-green of the long-practiced quietly landed in the vast southern land, quietly extending toward the distant horizon. If there is no ambiguity, then this should be understood as "but see the sky the Yangtze River flow", although there is no shadow Gufan far.
I can not say that he is a kind of what it feels like, but could not help asking: Is this finally manages to do the Yangtze River? I do not know the past Way back in front of the Yangtze River and the Yangtze River which is more real and more fascinating.
I am on the bridge, the Yangtze River at the bridge, we are quietly eyeing each other, no one step forward. We just staggered points in time and space with the right depending on Staring at the blink of an eye. Not a dialogue, on this constant gaze, let the time become eternal.
Romain Rolland the organization of his hero, John ? Christopher and his crush on a girl meet in the two intersect, but after the train, "In the juxtaposition of the cars stopped for a few minutes, they both in the static saw the night quietly, and without saying a word. - two souls in the thing of the past world states once they have encountered, I've met, by contrast, is permanent feeling will not disappear. "
How it will disappear, the Yangtze River, as we look after each other with the heart, blood vessels in the hidden passion they gushed uncontrollably, which have my passion, as well as mother.
The South returned home in the north beach, when I looked out bursts of Haitao, knockout Yangtze River from the computer word, and my heart surging forward on the inexplicable melancholy. I do not know what I want something.
There is a word called: touched. Described as skimming over the surface. Alas, although I like a Congjiang dragonflies flying over the surface of a hurry, but did not point to the vast Yangtze River water drop.
I also hope and pray is not like Taiwan poet Yu Kuang-chung forward to as close to the Yellow River to close to the Yangtze River.
Here is still too far away from the river, and then nearer you? The poet down the Yellow River embankment, in the mud on a narrow ridge of high kick low kick to the near water at walking. Poet numerous singing off the Yellow River, but it is the poet dreams of the Yellow River.
The poet has finally reached into the Yellow River, the first truly touch the pulse of the Yellow River in an interest rate. The poet said that the blink of an eye I've been waiting 70 years.
The Yangtze River, when I can use with a body temperature of hands, touch the water you have thousands of years, so that not even the surging river from my heart, fingers crossed, it makes me truly feel the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River with my feeling pulse flash jumping in the same rhythm.
The Yangtze River, you know, although in the distant north, although separated by mountains and seas, due to blood's sake, I actually not far away from you. Flows in my veins, I always feel the looming between you and me right close, almost synonymous.
The upper reaches of the Yangtze River in Sichuan Jialing. River level, the mother of teenage girls have been reflected upside-time reading and learning of the shadows. With a passion for tomorrow's vision of a better life, the mother resolutely parting home, she was unfamiliar and far away toward the north. It is not only a turning point in the community, but also the mother's life-changing experience.
Mother down river by boat, when the river boats pass through the high mountain ranges, rapids rapids will soon be out of the Three Gorges, the one the ship's young people are excited about standing on the deck shouted: a Gap, and out of the gorge.
Mother said, when the river surface suddenly see the light, bright and sunny, it seems that she made clear to a bright future. The mother's heart, like a mighty river like the surging, excited, the mother believed that she was in the march towards progress, towards a bright future, towards a hopeful future. Write here, my mind went straight up just to see the words: history is not a turning point at most of the beautiful, beautiful turn of the results must be modified, but modification is often rewriting of history (Yu language).
To go to school reading Li Tao Yuan's "Waterways", the last sentence: "The Three Gorges Wu Gorge Badong long, ape-ming sound of Tears 3 James Sang," thought, the mother who simply aspire to a bright band of enthusiastic young students, by boat through the Three Gorges, whether heard the Su-Lin Han-stream in the high-ape Chosho. It is not absolutely dismal rounds of sing, whether to give their young hearts to bring touch of sadness. Whether they thought about life, and the fate of these variables is very full of tragedy, the word means.
They way Uygur, singing "liberated zone of the sky is bright day", they do not hear what the ape-ming. Even heard, so what! In their Yingsheng laughing in no mood to appreciate it a careful listen attentively desolate miserable ape Ai Ai Ming. "Cross-Strait ape voice sings not live, vessel passed 10000 mountains" is the feeling that they were a true portrayal of the young.
Mother is one such, from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River proceeding down the river, the duty-bound to leave the Evening Rain up Akiike's hometown, she never failed to touch home look at the river, but lost time is never the river became a mother's pain in the hearts forever.
A child, due to the so-called origin question, the mother rarely talked about her with our hometown, and she is also very taboo someone asked about her family home. Even asked us, someone else asked grandmother, they say no longer available. At that time, and Grandma can not leave this world, although the grandmother's eyes blind, though a wretched grandmother lived in the countryside. The only mothers can do is always send money secretly to the grandmother.
Mother hometown everything to suppress the bottom, the waves of the Yangtze River water only in the dead of night, when secretly dream of beating her mother embankment. The Yangtze River from us go away.
I am glad that I can grow in the sea, the sea at all times feel the atmosphere. However, I have not heard a mother's praise of the sea.
A chat, I asked mother, like the sea, or like the Yangtze River, the mother's grief without hesitation the answer, like the Yangtze River.
Then I learned that the feelings of the mother of the sea can never be more than the Yangtze River, although the mother had been living at the beach for nearly half a century, but her pulse is always the Yangtze River waves, rather than the rough sea tides. She is always the flow of blood vessels inside the Yangtze River water, and will not be another astringent and salty seawater.
The mother will always be a southern fish, she only belongs to the Yangtze River, although she can be the surface of calm waters in the north to live with. But only her own inner pain in the sole responsibility of the true feelings. Years has the original polished like a mere warm the hearts of the reefs along the coast, riddled with problems, could not bear to witness. Those wonderful ideal, but is illusory mirage, has nowhere to pursue.
Noisy flashy after a return to the quiet.
The mother said, like the Yangtze River, her ears must have heard the cuckoo Bashanshushui that sounded "Better go back" in dripping blood lament.
As a result, I love the sea, the Yangtze River will have a different kind of feeling. It is no longer merely "Gufanyuanying blue sky to make," the elegant poetry. In the real world, it is true, like the one the umbilical cord to my mother and I consistently together.
My friends say I am not quite resemble northerner, I know it is because the mother's sake. Seawater and river water in my veins like blood flow, such as fusion and.
So, when I first faced with the Yangtze River, when I look down from a bridge overlooking the Yangtze River, I found this point of view totally unsuitable for me. I think I should go around the Yangtze River, with revive a feeling of head-eye to feel the Yangtze River, to understand the Yangtze River.
I say gently to the Yangtze River: Yangtze, can I touch you?
Author: limei5601
