Dream Township
Is candlelight and return to the city, looking out the window drizzling rain. Meditation contemplation, vaguely, the heart bit by bit deep into my mind as fragments reprint, stagnation and refuse to leave ... ...
Remember, that winter. I set foot on one side a dream land, have not met deja vu of the Yangtze River Delta - the same years. Time, I accompanying travel. Before, I always think, rivers and lakes, he will give a picture of what I do? Along the way, coaches brought us into the Wujiang city, a Shui, drove up an old stone bridge. Quickly went to town with the inside. The car, warm welcome in the ranks a little girl, self-introduction that she is our guide along the way, they would play us about the origin of the name with the town. According to legend, said to be a long time ago, Zhejiang Fuyang area of famine continued year after year, many displaced people here worked hard for farming, because there is all year round good weather, fertile rice fields, products rich people live and work, so this side of land known as the "rich soil", Later, Emperor would take over, licentious excesses, all day ignoring affairs of state, treasury growing deficit,, major disaster a year downtown, the North South flood drought, crop failure, so the emperor decreed by South-rich soil have to pay 3 per bucket, and limited 10 days paid, and offenders face heavy punishment. Fortunately, there is a golden named after the scholar used the analysis of the soil of the split-fields the Law Reform Commission "rich soil" as "with the inside" side were spared.
Walking around, I saw the edge of town under water, because of water into the street, because of water into the road, because of water into the city, because of water into the park, tour guide, said: This is the water home. I thought Yi Zheng, walk in the small bridges, powder wall Daiwa's town to see her compassionate shallow smile, listening to her with his right of themes. Inter-trance, I have been mesmerized into the south in that picture of the gurgling water into. Ah, Tongli. Perhaps, in your eyes, I just passer-by, rapidly disappearing; but for me, it was an unforgettable memory of this life. Many hope that the pace of a hurry and then slowly; more than hope,似水time to stop, so that I feel your simple thin and feel to your quiet. Always felt, that is what I dream sentimentally attached; always felt, no matter how you fit into the film are also moved.
Thinking out of the back garden, and wandering around in the Bridge between a rock into the water, sealing micro-Lan, the hearts of a move, moment wake up. Ah, this is what I dream Do not walk where people see the children do? All the past is so sudden, came true, as a result, she has finally found unguarded, know what to do. Yizhenyihuan, dream, non-dream. Not feel nearly dusk, with deep regret, from the thick intelligence Biexu leave you. Outside the car, the setting sun like blood, breeze Cantabile. Small bridge, flowing water, people, and gradually disappear, in my line of sight among the ... ...
Overall a very short time a beautiful, beautiful time leads people to miss. Back to the city's days and nights, I gradually for their deliberate pursuit of perfection, but do not press the shutter while the delay in regret together, looking at the hands of the few photos, can not help but sense of loss, of loss. Not sure, way is unknown, away from the situation is a kind of hazy nostalgia. In the days away with the years. I also often immersed in the memory of the town, the revel in the beauty of Wu-ning, until another year of the warmth of spring heart, a voice constantly calling, to re-visit the same years, to find the dead memories, Qushi fill regret that rush down the ... ...
His hard work, I come, You're still you. Powder wall Daiwa, Mucha Diaolan, fuzzy shadow has become clear. Days with the people's wishes, so that another reunion, although this is a short stay, but for me, but also to re-visit old haunt has been a great comfort. Hurried departure, could not bear to say goodbye again, because it is very depressed. Quietly leave, can not help but look back stare, beautiful rivers and lakes flooding on one side a dream land. Thousands of thoughts, to make a Magic: treasure. Would like to bye you, and still so pristine, like floating in the lake in a lotus leaf, quiet, beautiful. May linger here a Japanese leisure, then enjoy your quiet thin Yun-Fang situation in the show bar!
Good-bye, Linhe the small building. Good-bye, endless stone street. Good-bye, I do not know when he can see each other again? !
Author: 513hq
