Open your eyes and look out the window fans ignorant, a large village in the rice fields of the other side of the start of several white text on a red background out of a sudden clarity. "Nianba all"? Ah?
1 Jiankua a backpack, mess kits and water bottles to mention the camera stand on national highway, could not believe carefully looked at this landmark building - simple bamboo gate. This is the Nianba all, and I sat nine hours hard seat, was packed with nearly folded waist like Yidufangrong place!
Hesitate to move along the wide dirt road walked, the noon sun shining in dazzling, rice fields, mud, streams trickling sluggishly Man Buzou the ... ... in the village, no people, only chickens, geese Man Po walking a pig sty, where the voices of Kengchi . Until the search for Young Courtyard unsuccessful, but mistakenly entered the Wenchang Pavilion later, they began to slowly feel the "life" It's not gloss over the real face.
Close your eyes, I really can not clearly remember that I passed a few days the number of houses, saw the number of gate. I only remember the morning after getting up is a 6:30 to a real and shimmering turquoise of "life."
Open your eyes every day, open windows, big mouth and breathe Qinglie air, overlooking the mountains and that a slightly bright, white. Suddenly came the street, "fried fritters, fried dough sticks" and cries, his stomach in a timely manner issued a "cuckoo," moaning, so washing is completed, carrying a camera stroll away.
First went to see the bridge fengxi to shoot a few bridges, streams, and then wait to find a place breakfast. Favorite is the New Street side of the first hospitals in the flour, bread, very sweet and there is al dente. Morning, eat delicious bread flour can have the spirit of the day, which is found in Shanghai, taste: P. There are just pan of fried fritters, adding the soy milk, meal money, only about 1 yuan.
Street is a piece of the rice fields, road basking in golden rice, threshing machine sent skirr puppy roughhouse in the morning, lazy cat, which is Nianba all, and the South seemed to be no ordinary village so different yet so sweet and pure.
Unlike Phoenix, it is different from the Wuyuan Nianba are openly curious tourists in the face of the visit remained the most simple stuff. The villagers remain the same life into them and as if forgetting the purpose of his trip, only to blindly enjoy.
You can have enough time to stop and look at dragonflies and butterflies, you can stand saw a side of rice stems cars speeding car in the 205 national highway and off, you can savor exquisite murals Wenchang Pavilion guess its meaning, you can climb to the top of a hill overlooking a sign of floating tip, you can looking at the people in front of a large leg of pork wrapped in what looks like a long speculation newlyweds, you can go cold-called by the car planted on the road of happy sweet Zazhuo, you can be repeated to guess why emblem-style into a wood gate here, you can bat back and forth to enjoy the public pattern and mother bats there are several different ... ...
This is the life! Countless times in the heart of their own to repeat. Be able to breathe freely, can be full of green scenes to calm walk, climb in spite of all of hiking, this is the life of the most comfortable part of the pure!
Or always fled after the existence of the original can be found Youziyouwei self. Every time is always available from the separating Youziyouwei's own is considered to comply with the correct value of 100% of the life of the track. What is alive in the pursuit of such a question I have asked myself so many times, so do not want to ask. Or really as Milan Kundera said, the real life elsewhere!
Simple Nianbayehao, sentimental matter whether western Hunan, leaving a little moved away, take a yond come from the beautiful mood here a fresh start, like a string, return to the original state just to re - tension, the world's most rational thing to do than this, right?
In the real idleness Nianba merely a dawn 2 dusk, but the taste of the farm fresh vegetables, a bottle of beer, a few dishes, as the days flow away like water, the memory is fuzzy feeling full!
From the Jianglang Mountain Jiangshan back when, in the bumpy car, the driver stood a child listening to those old songs, sweet female voice singing a firm "Life is a dream."
Xavier walk in the dream, the pursuit is doomed to get together again and unknown life.
Some also say that life is a long trip.
Could only smile and not yearn openly for the long return trip to board the same crowded back then, but the reality of the most realistic to go.
Author: amcecily
