Return to silence
Of Taishun impression
Car driving on the Taishun County. Uneven gravel road potholes, one after another corner, one after another of the mountains, if not on-street connections into thin sheets, bamboo remind me This is the mountain south of Zhejiang, I would think that they are being rushed to the south-west home.
Swing music box in the car, just easy to play amusement conversation like suddenly evaporate, leaving only a lively post-deserted, is dissatisfied with music filling the empty. One side is driving people to concentrate on one side is the loss of my response to the cooling atmosphere, embarrassed face staring vehicle, do not know how to break the deadlock.
Remain silent. Yueda smart silver in the mountains of the walk through, the car silently outside the hot sun baking the street fleeting golden leaf color of rice fields have been woven into an increase in late autumn soybean intense picture, spreading in the mountains of the mind .
"Stop, shoot a photo bar!" I can not help but say that because the present thick golden rain-delayed I can not give up, there is a desire to retain forever remember with affection.
In fact, know that only in the past, even if it is difficult to retain share of sentimentally attached to, it is my life flash across the landscape, I am more of a passing its autumn years, today the future is hard to converge our eyes.
Want to stay, only that moment moved.
People around, so, too, yesterday's wonderful, or loss of deposited on the inside, today's counterparts is a chance this fall, although it is also called an "edge", but less worldly dreams, and R & B's Boundless and no other request. While the breeding of a person's heart may be unlimited attachment, while the right frame of mind to all the other people who have to stay in a corner of yesterday, she was able to today's, and only carry a little shallow happiness and inadvertently .
To re-examine the photographs taken that day at first impressed me the warm golden faintly flashes on the screen, but must rely on memory to fill the missing share of moving, as well as the way roundabout in the ears of music, like that song "Tornado ", and repeatedly sang: Love going too fast like a tornado. I do not think of, I do not think about, I do not think about you ... ...
Taishun walking along a mountain road, accompanied by intermittent singing, laughter, five days too soon end. Taishun scenery, those mottled light point, ancient covered bridges, surface waves Linlin of the evening our own memories of some of the fragments were brought back to Shanghai.
In my mind, music gradually receded, leaving behind a quiet fall, silent Taishun.
Author: Zhongshan2002
