After a full day after the shadow, the old mountain night quietly arrived. Our camp is a place called the Elephant (White Horse) and reservoir, a dam will be separated from us and the distant village: there is a secular Fan Chen smoke curl, raw is also capricious, die worries; here is our personalized small world, restless soul is always looking for the process of self-Taste found in the fun.
3 tent tie in the reservoir shore beach, rain wet lawn surrounded by a large uninhabited small trees Guiqi exudes an ominous tone, a falling into the river every effort to extend the lack of moisture here, and finally was able to escape the fate of dry. A person with tall weeds swagger, thick profusion. Walk through in which Shu-ran among wildflowers will be Peng and saw a big giggle hee hee facing the people grimace in pain and give you a prank-style surprise.
Tent next to the tall bonfire heap embers unfulfilled passion is still slightly after the break. To accomplish this great performance art, surrounded by a small Shuya has long been naughty Xiaoqiang poison depleted. The creation of the destruction, dialectics is the earthly eternal truth. :)
Hot and humid night, 1:30, I would not beat thirsty, drink water drilled ventilated tent. I do not know what the bird in the mutter mutter jiu jiu cried, that voice in the silence of the valley Youde response, it sounds empty and inward, as though someone in my empty heart yo Yin muttered words. Subconscious, and his heart in a voice conversation: "Xizhe Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies, Xu-Xu Ran butterflies are also ... ... I do not know the dream of the butterfly and weeks, butterfly dream for weeks with? ... ..." Want to come in between heaven and earth Xu-xu However, flying should be happy bar! Happy proud forgot shape, the will also know who he is and Mody? Hongyan in clouds of fish in water, no matter whether sad, happy worth mentioning are insignificant in. Sunlight, air, flowers, fruit orchards, and enjoying himself freely fly; forgotten the existence of time, no conventions, and no discipline, Promise Promise outside the complex ... ... the end of the jumbled complex is simple, simple is the best state of: naive everywhere, unrestrained, in a simple human nature to get relief - Heaven and Man, and material I have two forget themselves.
Tents are always so boring, night is always too long, 4:30, I woke up. Sleep on cushions around a small Ayu brawler the mouth, in front of sleep I do not know who is like a baby, a little hand clutching a sleeping bag, sleeping contentedly in Masaka. I opened the door account to the coast, to sit down, morning cool breeze gently kissed the face, it really pleasant. This time is cuckoo was calling it, "Fuya! Fuya!" From the very Youyuan where Ruoyouruowu to swing to the rains again, as if days depends on the general. Water fish to get in, "puff TOM! Puff TOM!" An awkward Huantiao, lake not help smiling out a touch of heart flowers. The shore of the people, who understand exactly what the water do? Truth is like a cocoon, until it broke open, who do not know will be out of bright-colored butterflies, moths, or ugly. Its efforts to probe the results, it might as well sit here, look at flowers. This moment is so calm, what a no-brainer. "... ... Even if I argue with the men, and if I win, I do not if it wins, if is also? I Fruit wrong? ... ..." I do not want to even argue the world, right or wrong, win or negative , are no longer relevant. Things are no absolute, why should they obstinately sticking to the vision of others. I have nothing to do, but in the enjoyment of their own time. Laoshan night, what a beautiful and endless night.
5:30, when the first wire daylight from the dam apart, Wang Dan, through to when they arrived one morning. Night has finally gone, but it is after all still have to come back. This is the day and night cycle of heaven and earth Tsunatsune, did not take endless night, nor can not wait until the morning. Flat faint through it, simple is the best, let us and the Laoshan Until next bar.
Author: molulihua
