When I opened my eyes, and to choose their own way of life, enjoy the simple desire
I would like to is this: standing on the horizon Haitian border, breathing a clean and transparent blue, I was listening, heartbeat sound, it becomes a link the world's languages;
What I want is: everyone back to innocent childhood, breakdown of stars in the sky, rain, and passing strangers on the streets, with music, dancing together ... ...
November 13, 2002.
Hangzhou.
The road to Linan is not very convenient to have to Hangzhou, after the two hour ride on the bus to arrive. Fortunately, everyone in travel was pricey colleagues along the way has not a sense of loneliness Shuiyuexiaoxiao down. I specifically look forward to the scenery outside the window, occasionally found in the fields into the film into a film, I will excitedly shouted praise: wow! Oh, it's beautiful! The fault line of the JOHNSON Brother Xiaohe He scolded me: no insight!
When arrived in Lin'an, contact a good car is already there waiting for us. This found that some overcast weather, down to the West Zhejiang Grand Canyon began to rain a little bit of that, attached Falls, suddenly reminds me of and romance related.
Members of the boys clamored to take pictures, pick string on the string landscape Shimoji, one of which is also brave to go to the waterfall stone pestle, the last naturally pants became the "victim." May be due to the relationship between the off-season, visitors get little bizarre, combined with rain, the whole valley seemed to us a few.
I did not allow entry in to take pictures with them, but alone, marching mountain, listening to the voices of raindrops mixed with water falls and enjoy the tranquility. Given the natural beauty of the real we need to feel it, rather than to memory, so photos can bring back to the emotional moment for us to do? Can not be.
Meandering streams wind around, as if to cross the border, people's face back to the most primitive innocence and purity, laughing heartily license to cry, without hypocrisy, in the horizon at the end, was the sinking of fog turn around.
The first day of a tight schedule, the time consumed in the journey in less than half. We had to abandon the beauty of first went to residence - Baiyun others. Wan Shan Road, the more dangerous the more run uphill, the driver also did not attentively to drive greater than me peace of mind can only hold your breath, mind kept silent prayer.
At first did not quite understand what "white clouds people", after the driver of the fine solution, I have come to realize is that the residential areas located in the top of the hill, white brick black tiles, with blue sky dependent, by definition, must have come in such a pretty petty bourgeoisie name. Petty? I could have put such a stylish and simple nouns and Atsumasa hilltop houses linked to ... ... He He. Then the point of sensationalism.
We live in what we call him master Cheng boss, mountain people are not used to control men are called Mr. President referred to as Miss, and so, we regarded the boss's wife, Zheng affectionately known as Auntie. Three-storey house is a small villa, built in the palace like a fairy tale-like, there are romel & Juliet balcony and color of the pointed top, very beautiful! To his home after the fire started to cook the aunt. I am excited to Wai in the cooking stove next to the East looking West, touch, and is hard to imagine such a well-developed in today's society but there are still so many places people are using firewood for cooking!
For the first time to see the simple spirit of the mountain!
We carry with them altogether out of West Point to the Cheng family boss, who constantly thanks, and even brought their own to do potatoes, I think more than French fries are delicious! Dinner time, specially aunt played only hare to us to eat, a whole table full of dishes, and a mellow rice wine, temporarily forget the troubles, I hope that solidified into eternity!
Mist the hills at night is very strong, middle of the night I can not sleep, I went into the balcony, the feel free the mood among the clouds were clouds around in the air and soil fragrant mountain game, separated by a distance clouds looming SHAN Lan, paintings in general beautiful and charming!
Jiti recognized early morning wake up, go downstairs after the aunt has a rich breakfast is ready, my colleagues after another is also the name of hazy sleepy eyes down the stairs ready to go. Wait until the drivers arrive at the gate to meet us, when actually some nostalgia, Auntie's eyes are hidden in faint dismay. Car down the mountain road along the mountains to the direction of opening, an uncanny quiet inside the car, I think, everyone's mind is certainly playback with layer upon layer upon layer of fragments and memories! Even if only one night together, or maybe the boss at home but also, as always, Cheng received another batch of young Phi to tourist resort, or to meet with the difference that a simple smile can be Auntie will always be branded into my heart and become non-wiping to the memory!
Then it began to rain.
Vehicles in the middle of doing a short pause, my colleagues in the mountains so they bought a small shop in the raincoat, I refused to close all the barriers and the natural way, any small raindrop rolling the hair on the cheeks and flowed along the collar Lane, a little bit of cold Refreshing. As much as set foot on the ground that people would suddenly discover that the footprints, and the cars and signs off!
I can not bring back all the joy journey mood, it can leave your mark! In this fairyland-like beauty world, I had a moment's stay. Later years, often lonely, wind around, alone think of life here, simple and transparent, doped stuck in rain, waterfalls, and Aunt sweet laugh, so a little hint of yearning walk through my mind, leaving behind the most innocent of the most ignorant of memory, enough for !
Vivian Wei
November 26, 2002 Tuesday
Author: vivianwwei
