To the West Lake, the most appropriate is the semi-darkness. Amidst the Rain in the morning, dressed in a white dress, is to hang Yibing flower Zhisan, and wandering around Su Causeway. Si Wang cloud water and fog, fog mountain gray; close look Bicao luxuriant, Yang Liu Yiyi. Your skirt garment and black hair fluttering want to fly, while the catkins, and falling in the wind go hand in hand will be braided into the corner to the long Sudi rainbow. You walk in the embankment, not to become an Ivy Ling Po fairy Mody? Poetry where only the mood, I like. If the body near where I will be in mental state over how to do?
Arrived in Hangzhou on the third day morning, I wake up in the Feng Yusheng, suddenly very happy, quickly opened the window son, fleet lunacy horizontal rain, leaves, and falling down already shop in one place. I am a little disappointed, so the rain at the temperature of the lake is not clean Wanrun affordable. I idly leaning on the bed, holding a book introduction, Hangzhou, but my mind was in the imagination of the West Lake depicting the rain. Gradually, I even fall asleep soundly and dream of the sky is exquisitely carved the strands of rain drift children, there is a Ping Ping Ting-ting of the girls is wearing a flower-degree Liu, Fufeng come. Woke up, relaxed, pleasure, feeling empty out the whole person clarity. I recall the dream that the beautiful woman, unknowingly laughed it is ideal itself, or the legendary Chaochen Jue Su, stout woman, jade, then? Also a little puzzled, I have always been impetuous heart qi, sleep another bad day it is very difficult to sleep. West Lake, the rain probably because of my internal organs had been washed clean of the month, right?
Take a look at watches, nearly noon, the rain gradually smaller. I ate a few random things, would hold the poncho out of the hotel. Opposite the hotel is a tourist goods shops, the counter covered with a simple but brilliant Zhi San. I went carefully selected a handful of oil off the surface painted with a yellow umbrella girl costumes, two swallows, Jiban peach. "Petals of people independent, micro-Swift Flying." That danger bun wide sleeves are eagerly Ningmou girl, and she is looking forward to what?
I Dazhao San out of the shop son, into the street, colorful array of umbrellas. Jervois out the beauties often heard these days on the street, I really pleasing. Almost all of the girls are Titaiqingying, graceful, rounded contours of the face, soft skin, such as DiorSkin and white but red, grace graceful, pride and brilliance, his eyes tip of brow Liu Yizhuo scenery of the gas. No wonder Wei Zhuang have no alternative but sighed heavily and said: "Not old KMT and return home, return home to be heartbroken."
Girls in twos and threes pass by from time to time, although their faces were covered umbrella, and can not see any real, but they speak the same as the Shaoxing opera singing, the sound also Liu Wen Ruan bright, clear water-like refreshing.
Approached the West Lake, moist, warm, fresh air rushing toward the water will be surrounded me. Shiratsutsumi close to me, an embankment visitors sparse, only that Bi-tao, and among the dancing in the rain to ascertain Cui Liu Ying, probably want to create some excitement to the atmosphere of solitude to comfort you? Distance, mountains, lakes, Sudi and small island, there is an embankment of Yan Liu painted bridge, the island's pavilions are among the Yinyun in the immense rain and fog. It was a different kind of world, the absolute quiet, absolute harmony, while the distant, I think.
If you have a boat like, I can, as ancient philosophical and indifferent to those wise men, "riding a leaf of the boat, Ling boundless expanse of the loss", in that world, the unrestrained, easy to do a return to "Inclined thin Yu do not need to go home "fishing Kou. However, I ran several places cruise ship terminals, have not found the kind I want to have a long pole, two pulp of the boat, only with the driver of the boat, small motor boats and contacts in various attractions of the large passenger ships. I Left, had boarded a yacht, it is better than no bar.
I will Zhisan Shoulong on the bow, wearing poncho, request the driver to the slowest speed to Santanyinyue embarked. From time to time there is rain flew at my face and gently biting my one, and then firmly stuck to my skin, I feel fresh and cool quintana comfortable is the West Lake to my kiss Mody? Lake, countless broken bits of Yuhua again in an instant blossom wither, it is sympathy and affection and sigh a sigh, it is probably the world's most simple, Mazumdar, but short of a flower, right? looking round Shiratsutsumi, Xiling Qiao, broken bridge and through the layers of Yulian greet the fundus. Suddenly, my heart has been fixed. Rinpu notion, two Huarongyuemao, a woman's inner Zhixing through time and space, from the fog in the rain to me leisurely walking, the left is Su Xiaoxiao, the right is Bai Suzhen.
Xiling Qiao grew up in the small side, snow and ice smart, versatile, although prostitution is still Yujiebingqing, eagerly longing for genuine love and pure life. "Concubine by the oil-wall car, riding a blue Cong Ma Lang. Where to tie the knot? Xiling under the pine and cypress." When recited her "one heart song", I always moved but confused, a few common and simple words, how could her and write romance between scholar Ruan Yu Chun-mei, so natural, it is interesting then? White Suzhen, the broken bridge that affection dark Xu Xu Xian first met. Close to Xu Xian, and she cast magic, Huanlai drizzle. Sure enough, Xu Xian Lianxiangxiyu, take the initiative by the umbrella. This, by a further, they opened the one shaking, ZZZZZZZZZ a prelude to the classic love. Amid the rain became the incubator of love, what a wonderful thing ah! Since then, Bai Suzhen abandoned convent and refused to immortality, heaven into the earth, the pursuit of truth. In order to determine their own destiny, had been living Exalted should, they burn their own lives. However, the same love and women of the era had been ignored, their painstaking efforts of the well-being will soon be crushed. Ruan Yu impressed by all these pressures, gone, small Shoushenruyu, depressed to death. Suzhen husband ions dispersed by the town Leifeng Pagoda, we do not see the light.
Li Shen's "real mother Grave" Preface that the wind and rain of the night, sometimes in a small tomb wafting Song of Voice. Must have lingering rain touched my heart melt can not afford to, but also scattered not open affectionate, she sang the song simple and beautiful "concentric Song." There is wind, the rain accompaniment, that is how to soul-stirring songs that do? "Xiling, the wind and rain," Li's "Su Xiaoxiao tomb" in such sentences. Just think, a Ruhuasiyu, slim and colorful girl's souls, the way the wind comb Mu rain, Ta Ge come off in his lifetime, and loved ones meet the local, wait senselessly watch. These circumstances, how can one shake God Dang Jiaoren heart, soul palpitate soul unchanged? Chia Pao-yu always say that girls do flesh and blood is water, so Yuji ice bones, blue heart LOH of women, should be the lake of water birth made of souls, right? I ask the driver to stop, clap your hands together into a bowl, Ju Qi had a handful of the lake. This is the water crystal clear, moist, just like in the mountains just smoke Lam Tin Yu Ye Qiong Jiang. Rain splashing in the bowl, the small ripples stirred. Faint ripple years, contains a strange light, but God has given spiritual essence gas? I slightly loosened the palm, the water drain down bit by bit, drop them into an exclamation point, as if a silent sigh. I distraction Zhisan, umbrella, rain falls on the surface, just as wine banana leaves, petals, but also as if coming from the depths of her years of crooning. I stared a long time, this rain as fine as gossamer, soft, if at dawn, Dreaming no trace of light appears, the static sound, such as Flying Flowers over the bamboo forest on the next dew that is more pure than the girls mouth smile more clear-tim, slightly redolent with incense gas, Kaori with a sweet child; Rourou flashing the light, the light inside reveals a Reiki child. If the ancient celadon undertake this rain, rain water where it will slowly extend one Bailian it?
Everywhere you the distance, I saw a long days of heavy rain and fog into the earth in its mouth, heavy rain and fog into the mountains football in his arms, both hands in the hands of the mountains to the West Lake, West Lake put the me, a Dreamer, into the wave of her heart .
I put down Zhi San, took off his poncho, let the rain soak into my skin. In this rain, I desire, quintana and transparent.
Author: fenfenabc
