At the moment I was sitting alone in the gallery where Linhe Xitang Rain in the tea table, both hands and a new brew a cup of tea, Zheng Zheng, looking outside fluttering drizzle. Strands of rain drift, and makes a thick, Cecil strands landed in the water beside the narrow, little circle interwoven. The town is not quiet, visitors coming and going, selling voice come and go, but this alone does not prevent my personal world. The tea holding hands, licking the air and the heat will be surrounded by people's thoughts, will breeze cold rain barrier. . .
Jidiao recently received orders to go to Shanghai to know that this is running short period, and decided to sort out clues at hand to go out on a walk alone without any purpose and direction, only the back of luggage, embark on a trip where random cars, Jiangnan whoever it into place, they then quietly walk to see, if tired you can sit down and a cup of tea, watching will be books, write about self-entertainment thing. In this way, the train last night that put me on a small town called Jiashan. The cold streets, dim lights, from the wind, rolled up in the bleak side of the road leaves the road on the roll aimlessly. Standing in the wind, Posted in the face, narrowing his eyes around, and there is a while confused, do not know to where. Finally, however, riding on a taxi, heading for town Xitang.
Small town along the road and shops and any other small town is no different, but at night it is particularly the chilly loneliness. Driver said the road on both sides of town Langpeng behind, but looked the probe can only see the deep dark, and all have been lifeless sleep, as if there had not expected uninvited guests at this late-night visit.
Expended much effort to find an online frequently mentioned in ancient Miss You-house - Jingyi Xuan, but can not help but disappointed, imagine the deep courtyard, ancient window Orchid is only the immediate run-down signs and gates closed. Driver laugh laugh, said: "I want to smash the broken signs." But to find the road, looking forward to for so long, the total can not help wonder, and perhaps set off behind the dilapidated Qixiu, so he called asking, but the answer is already was full. Disappointed to think, until the next come to experience feelings of Miss bar.
Finally in a small lane where one is called "the more people angle" hotel settled down, close the curtains of the room lights turned out, such as legendary as the black was pragmatic and, reaching not see five fingers, so in this sense is also the same as this town - deep calm.
Morning wake up out of the window are inundated with rain, air moisture on a cool, chill permeates every corner of the room. But this precisely, Jiangnan flavor to this atmosphere, and then with the mood to enjoy a leisurely taste. What is at work in the troubled life of things today are for the time being there is no need to think about, and wear loose casual Casual, simple luggage back on the chips in pocket so I stood leisurely front of the hotel, enjoy a kind of swore off all the burden and to master all the pleasure. The next half-day trip can be about anything, nothing, said nothing to worry about, do not need to arrange a time, no sense of direction, as long as the eyes with admiration and curiosity, and then a little revel, and inadvertently on the to appreciate that long years of gentility and vicissitudes of life.
The pace slowed, and wandering around in the blue light wetting, get inside the narrow resonant stone, he served as a light rain falls gently Fashao cheek, gazing with a near-stationary state of mind where dun Shenxiang carved window panes and Ying the breeze breeze flowing Jiuqi surrounding sound Piaoyuan, the world seems to suddenly stop and calm down, the abstract beauty in the bottom of my heart wells up. Alleys and the river on both sides of old houses in the fall of snow between the rain next to a quiet, aging, dignified. Each roof tile edges in a small box between the outflow of skylights, was covered with glass, daylight pouring through this pane of the clutter in the house a few dilapidated table, Youde reveals a virtuous Lengao. I think my emotions are captured at once, and eyes unprovoked fever, how such a familiar scene in front of? No longer appear on the dive, as several of consciousness. I really doubt whether the pre-existence, whether I spent a past life is a story in this secluded town house where?
Thoughts like the strands of rain drift close to the wind, like an uncertain, in the hands of the cold tea has gradually returned to God Shijue intended to have hit the cold wet all over the body, can not help I called Han Jin. It is time to go, and slowly got up and slowly re-entered the rain, looking back, everything was shrouded in.
By: cc22
