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Night rain, and
The next day the cold a lot,
Ill-prepared we are, almost huddle as a walk in the wind.
Went all the way to see the ruins of a Southern Song Dynasty kiln,
Phoenix Mountain at the foot of a deserted spots.
Although a bit boring kiln
Querang Hangzhou were built beautiful,
Simple Gallery lightly at the foot of the mountain habitats,
Quiet madding crowd,
Raise interest rates and that the celadon Fanghun millennium.
A read, and go out to the Mid-Levels Upload ding-dong of the percussion sound,
Qingqing crunchy, Tracy hit the green air.
The original copy of the celadon excavated in accordance with musical instruments,
A pair of playful spirit of the old couple tourists,
East about the West about the pounding.
Then, on the car Cuise dripping through the winding mountain road,
On the Longjing. Most visitors to avoid the Longjing mountain park,
On the same production of tea Weng Hill,
To avoid soliciting his tea, insisted to find that one last drink tea,
And the roof of her house on the rooftop of that misty.
Is almost along Natiao big Yellow dog,
When they finally found a crowded office in the hillside of that three-story buildings.
All the rooms filled with come from Hangzhou mahjong weekend guests,
Daisow who last year was busy, their hands full.
Because they are regular customers, she told us gun on the young girl in this year's tribute tea.
Hangzhou to the table sat four women,
Non-stop eating snacks,
Is not breathing and did it.
Days of the stage is still the same misty,
Like a bit cold, but this time,
Daisow too busy no time to nag us to their home in order to build a house and a neighbor dispute in the matter anymore.
Large yellow-dog in the yard and turn,
Town guests early adopters to the requirements of
A chicken has been the scene wiping his neck.
Their home tea-picking jobs back,
Legs off the body of the raincoat, rubber,
Everyone put down less than half the tea basket Lv Yingying.
I squatted down to look at the body,
Friends ready for camera,
Wear red clothes, girls,
The shot so a hypocritical woman picking tea photos.
45 levels of tea,
Pick up a cup of cup of soup,
Seems to understand that he is indeed the same.
The true of the counter-offer,
Thinking about picking that workers get back less than half of crates of tea,
Price does not go on to kill.
"Qionga, last year bought a half kilogram, this year could only buy a pound of."
The true of joked with Daisow,
Knowing that next year, it's even this year, will come.
Sat there facing the mountain of clouds,
Very serious to the friends that
If one day the injured,
To quit her job,
Come here dodging,
Usually sitting and watching the clouds,
Over the weekend helped entertain guests,
The good-natured Daisow,
Should take me a bar.
At that time, at least, can see the mountains and the green,
And Yinyun cloud.
Down the time, carrying tea,
Satisfied.
No nostalgia, no looking back.
Met a man smiling
Knowing that, and if so one day,
I have my destination.
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