Sunset, visitors gradually dispersed, the town has responded to its original quiet.
I was sitting on the bridge, watching the terminals, river, alleys and the whole town.
Pier quiet, busy day at the beach parking Wu Pengchuan lazily in the breeze of the water you squeeze each other's pro-I; river fish in threes and stuck heads to look at whether to take a visitor because they also hold in the bottom of the day, is time to breathe out; trees, cicadas may be called a day, tired, and only occasionally to issue several more not a husky tone noise; shore of Several Strains of willow in the late the wind swung right and left, for this quiet town adding to its dynamism.
Sunset, all the houses, trees, pedestrian ... ... have cast a layer of soft golden strands of smoke rising from the tile surface, wind around the old house, rustic bridges, winding alley ... ... and the entire ancient town.
Lanes, the number of old coal stoves in the Shanzhe billowing thick smoke from time to time the smoke was choking tears, coughing non-stop, when children help wash vegetables, or other household chores, the town's residents are for the dinner leisure busy. Two dogs chasing each other, I cast a glance in the opposite one, it disappeared in the deep alleys ... ...
Quiet, comfortable, simple, indifferent to the commoner life, small bridges, flowing water, people, paradise-like place ... ...
The immediate scene made me calm the mind as a mirror, either there is no "passed away this as nusf," and lament, but also there is no "concept of heaven and earth has passed, sorry but Tixia alone," the sad, not to have "broken-hearted song in Tianya's" The desolate.
Occasionally pedestrians passing nod and smile, or a thick Wu sound greetings, a warm, familiar, natural feeling, let me fully integrated into the town, as if I had not tourists.
Along the river within walking distance, heavy like painting after another, such as screen, passing through a quaint teahouse, string and wind music pleasing to hear, can not bear to leave. Lin Chuang sat a tea, a few glasses of rice wine ... ....
Wine, not strong; people Weizui ... ...
I hope that drunk to go long drink awake ... ...
Town like "Jasmine", similar to aging Huadiao wine, a touch of alcohol alcohol, direct penetration of Heart and, people close their eyes smell fine, shallow Kouqing tasted food for thought.
Slowly the night falls, the opposite, "Hanlin Restaurant" corridor of red lanterns and a lamp points up, the reflection in the quiet water, teach people to distinguish what is an illusion, which is true. Two bunches of long red, for this simple but elegant town added a bit flirtatious. Also reminds me of the "Raise the Red Lantern" and a lines: three-bedroom lighting ... ... and I was only a "principal room lighting," although I envy have "three-bedroom lighting," but I do not feel jealous, because I have my "main building" also has a "Jasmine" and Huadiao alcohol feeling.
To leave the tea houses, winding alleys, quiet! Occasionally, deep voice came Mahjong (quintessence of Chinese culture is everywhere), dim lights, the half-open windows of a few fans revealing a trace of light, moonlight through the narrow, irregular roof of floating down the alley on the mean. Lanes not see the end of that line only saw the rise of the sky, lanes Shenshen Shen dash of ... ...
Out of the alleys, stone bench beside the river and the bridge railings are better in the cool shade of living in harmony with their spoken, also like string and wind music, and the town's exceptionally quiet and harmonious, one land and water side of people.
If you changed the northeast, bowls spirits, after a few catties beef, it is definitely not living in harmony with whispers.
Night, cool water. Under the bridge, clear-bluish; the bridge, sat speechless.
Night, tired, sleep. Out the window, the moon a little glimpse of who ... ...
Author: moya_dong
