I think the south should be a small bridge on the water, it should be Wuyi Xiang, and Uzbekistan shed the boat, should be the long grass warbler fly, bonuses Liulv. Leisurely, detailed, and like Chiba night after dinner enjoy the cool people at the water's edge, like a scene Yiyi Ya Ya sound like a scull sound, water, sound, sound Daoyi.
Mindful of the Yangtze River Delta often, the total concentration of intractable emotional like a kind of a drop of ink falling slowly for Health announced that the mind will be open to dizziness. This feeling not only like a long time Yanyan's gardenia incense lingering in the minds of the butter, jasmine hard to walk softly on the heart, and finally one day I contain himself in a plum ripe for the season approached the town Xitang.
Because of the night like rivers and lakes, so he chose to come to Xitang in the afternoon. The sky will be dark, sitting on waterfront restaurant, featuring delicious items with the town, listening to the town a special dialect, slightly Suanku of rice wine in the tongue and the heart between the swing so that I can thoroughly into the nostalgia of the Also with a hint of melancholy mood, dissolve in the Xitang ancient time and space, feeling a thousand feelings. Xitang cloudy in the evening to cast a layer of beautiful people distressed blue, and finally to understand what is called the US's heartbreaking, it really is a kind of realm. Xitang to Gallery Peng and alleys known. A stroll along the promenade in the misty rain into rivers and lakes, towering gables, cornices, and the old color to me already sparse narrative history of the deposition. Water, has come and gone, and the town remained peaceful and calm, the joy of the people are still calm, sadness with. 60 meters of stone skin to get feet wide, but both sides are the courtyard and the walls with carved wooden window frames. Walked quartzite, the pace of playful, for fear of awakening the sleeping town. Looking upward, and the mercy of God, heaven line. Out of the alley sitting on bridge, watching the water, watching the water's edge house. I do not know why it has always been a fascination with rivers and lakes, and even a little can not find the reasons, but I strongly feel that I did belong there, and only here is my soul habitat. Perhaps my previous life was a clove-like Zhenzhen woman, where he was born and died in Sri Lanka, where there is a flesh and blood kinship, there is a memorable love, so that I can never forget. I'm happy in their own fantasy, as if I was in the river, stone steps on the pound of clothing, the sound of the river Yiya wooden scull gash a circle of water halo. Gradually the night fell, the town quietly soaked quietly submerged. I sat in the bamboo boat Peng, a string of red lanterns and red reflection in the water Dengying shake. My mind gradually clear but ethereal, one could hear the voice of the gently flowing night. I stood in the bow a small fireworks, happy feeling quietly struck.
Let me bursts of acoustic and wooden oars, I love the sound of songs, round a lifetime dream. Hopefully, tonight, let me midst of their dreams past lives.
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