If you can not see a place of twilight, how can you do the beauty of it is insight? If you can not informative beauty of it, why bother to see it?
So I lived in Wuzhen down.
1. Dawn Yinyun where the morning mist, the quiet and tranquil southern town, such as Lady Bathing. Qingliang meandering river flowing through the town, the two sides are authentic pillow River people, white walls and black tiles, from the horses from near and far walls, patchwork, layer upon layer upon layer in the faint dawn inside surface. I quartzite path along the river, a section of stone balustrades, there are steps down to the river to see small fish can swim You Hu; a storm gallery, you can "duck bucket bannister Du Yi"; a river embankment, grass, such as silk, weeping willow Yiyi, Splendor Fantasy.
To the God of Fortune Bay, I was sitting stone balustrades is not gone. Across the sparkling inlets opposite the bar is a shrine pristine promenade near the water and built Tuichengcanhong of lanterns and a stone pillar and the occasional root carrying a bamboo basket of local people walked on the water, turned the shadow a beautiful image out of trance.
Surrounded by silence, only the fish lunges out of the water in a circle of sound and Dangqi ripple to break the sleep-like calm. . .
Town cleared yesterday, after the daytime noise finally worn the most beautiful display of the most natural to me, and that even a moment's peace, I will not regret As far as, to teach over.
Read a hundred years not mind sitting.
I know silly, but the tears suddenly swarmed come.
What I am fortunate to be able to see the beauty of this moment; I what Gu, this can not only have a beautiful moment!
Paradise distant horizon, but close at hand.
Paradise close, but distant horizon.
How not to tear hang!
2. Day
500 ducks calls me back to earth. I looked back, OH MY GOD, I have never seen such a big tour! 1 200 people flocked to sonic booms cloud heaven and earth to kill the future, suddenly behind me filled with a separation of a small grass corridor. If it is not seeing all Rujiabaohuan adult, I thought what Primary School's "Bloom" team came here to open.
I Ganjin Wang them in the opposite direction to withdraw, take but a few steps, OH MY LADEN, head to a bigger one group! Gorge-phase seam, close combat, before and after the pincer attack, Hunfeiposan, grind to dust scattered into the mud. . . Fortunately, there is one days leaves people a way out. In the arc between the soldiers and the Army can be a stone bridge to the opposite side! I Batui gallop, with ten times faster than the recovery rate of handsome guy ahead of being captured before the sea submerged stone bridge, safely arrived at the other side. And then sigh with relief, Huang Huangran turn tail (if I have one) along a small alley back to my home in Wuzhen (Fortunately, I have) - According to friends on the residents of Fu.
Fu aunt came to see me much on the bubble for a cup of chrysanthemum tea. I put high on the threshold of the cup that he sat in front of bamboo armchair, stretch the legs, Xie Zhao bar. Most of the day of Our Time on the door of my home while away the. To do a total of:
* And Fu aunt sat chatting outside
* See the owner of a shop opposite the door removed to a shop door (I suddenly think if it is a very large SHOPPING MALL, would it not be a sunrise together to unload a door in the afternoon and then a one way loading door to the sunset, a day before?)
* Look at the little shops and small crush handsome guy playing please scolded Qiao, contentedly chewing their points to me are cooked baby corn (also fragrant waxy corn one entrance, I suddenly wake up before eating the corn probably really fed horse bar)
* To the nearby "high public health worse Square" to see wine, much of floundering in the vat (I have 1 meter!) A a look at the past to help instructors are pay Tian Chai, watching the fire burned Wang Wang, and then wood barrel then distilled liquor. Fortunately, I am a girl, or not "floating a white" master who would not let me give birth to Wine "door". Fils favorite is the house, brick paving into its winding way, there is a wall, corner moss, wall full of unknown wildflowers. Really love you. (In the city, only dust, soil, they meet again in)
* To see a blue calico fabric dye production, the compound yard, one a blue and white cloth from the high shelf is very spectacular to hang, I have my face close to the warm cloth, is also the warm heart
* By weaving Square, watching old aunt who used spinning wheel spinning, weaving with the old heavy machine "grid cell may have to" flying shuttle to weave cloth. The simplest is the pressing of cotton machines, allow me to use. I think one would learn (and later spent five minutes each had not put a stupid foreign Meimei and a more stupid crush the Church in China.) I wish I was born in the village, quasi served as the village's most beautiful kind-hearted and nimble hands of that one. 哈哈. (Really young girl selling of cotton, since the puff.). Followed by about an hour, I no distraction, look steadily, attentively, hard working to squeeze my cotton. I squeezed, I pressed, I would squeeze squeeze squeeze. . .
A sudden rush to a group of people I do not react until the flapping啦surrounded us and the machine, snip snip indiscriminate shooting a pass! My heart screams heard, "Hey, there are not mistaken, I am not here to perform!" No one asked us whether we can take pictures, whether it is the guy looks like bandits, or should look down the text of literacy Meimei! (If by chance, one day you see a picture of a Department, there is an ESPRIT wearing jeans and a T-shirt, FILLA sneakers girl, and a look Kudachoushen sat 4 Chuanlan printing cloth gown, bar-blue scarf, a black cloth shoes and a bunch of old lady weaving machinery, and that is me). 哈哈, MD (Note: smile). How can I what? I had tucked my tail Xingxing Ran (if I have any), fled to the home of my Wuzhen (Fortunately, I still have).
* Fled across the tea house, which is the most beautiful I've ever seen tea. Gallery, one side is green brick walls, a different bamboo pendant, simple and plain, quaint atmosphere, and the other facing the river, rattan tea table display of carved wooden bannister in the next, while pushing a wooden fence along the steps on the can go to a river. The most interesting thing is that although only 10 yuan a cup of tea, tea could be the surprise, I was the only one person. I went through a chair, one side of white walls and black tiles across the river, corner a tree, Wan Ran is a traditional Chinese painting sketch; river there is a boat exchanges Jiangsheng Egypt is, water gurgling; to the top of the Yi Qiao, surprise! Ying-sun on the roof of the water waves, green wall, a golden light beaming!. So in this light and shadow blurred, dreamlike teahouses, I have to take hats cover the face, unencumbered, peace of mind, extremely happily asleep.
3. Twilight
Evening visitors dissipated, the evening mist in the reply to its quiet town tranquility. Fortuna Bay, where waves played in the afterglow Yang, Yi-color golden, while some rich weather.
I went back alley, sitting at home, watching the owner of the shop opposite the door a one to be installed on a one way street lamps light up, the old men picked up the bamboo chair bench went limp and go home , 32 the dog was running out of frivolity with, Mr Fu sat in the very near stone bridge, dusk saw sparking cigarette butts. . .
M called to ask: Where?
I said: In the Wuzhen's doorstep.
Asked: what to do ah?
A: No do. Sitting on the home front, after the house.
Like a dog.
(Qi laughs)
Yes, feel more at home here. In the city's home outside the door if I sat in the past, tenants of non-use me as a roadblock Yi Jiaochuai downstairs is not; if I sat in the entrance door, past households eyes makes me think that I is only held in the grille column donkey (Is not it?).
Only donkey escaped to the Township, Ji Sun Moon essence, listening to Qiuchong singing, though only for two days and two nights, but it also chat solution can not get close to nature nostalgia of.
Moreover, for tomorrow will have to Yuandun arena and put hoof forest. Sleeping also grinned a donkey.
Author: Flitterjade
