I have repeatedly told them that far in the distance is a Dai-Aoyama, but the bundle from the rain smoke barrier of sight distance can not see.
We came directly from the World Trade Center Hotel, Sudi, the rain just small, small as it seems not, and we excitedly jumping up to the first bridge, the weeping willow strands of rain drift and slightly Tulv intertwined with sensual vibrations of vulnerability to some degree, in the This misty rain of the south, it is not yet had time to dry a canvas, every step that we have clearly Wendao Na moist atmosphere.
Forsythia be even in the Lin Lin delicate and soft spring rain, calm lake reflected upside the Qing Ying, birds in the air, Qing Wu, it all seems to be moving, are quietly earth ... ...
I am the one hand to introduce them to pay close attention to the side of my field of vision, and memories, and that each one for each section of the road bridge, that night and that morning, and then walk to a come away, eyes still smoke a lake rain, rain smoke is still Invisible Castle Peak.
Gradually, big rain, playing in the cheeks, Wet your, and then there are not many, it flows into the drop down and gently touch of, whether tears are intoxicated in the past is sad, be happy, or tasteless ... ...
Leifeng Pagoda is being rebuilt now just have a profile, and we left a shadow of its background, and witness in order to capture the history, also in the elegance of the first new client, although I do not know a few more times, there will be.
Later, as the cruise ship visitors rarely come to pavilion, surrounded by the open lake, wrapped in a small island full of spirituality, pavilion angle and soft willow gently disturb the senses perceive every point, this moment, Gu Lake heart, Si Wang at a loss, only the US-run of Emotional Memory to Sanjiang, long whisk shoving the harbor.
Finally, we left the small Yeongju, when more rain and fog, and we can only see the eyes of the people, the background is to look over the lake unclear, I imagined then, photographs should be only human, and the gray background, certainly yes, see Castle Peak.
Cruise fled ahead, the fog in front of a vast, bustling city was hidden, and rain and fog, rain and fog wrapped around everything finally turn on, leave it to the next full sense of the tear.
But I have started tear the shattered memories, Castle Peak as if the truth of the misty rain where Chanzhe looming, I reach out to catch the strands of rain drift meticulous, ... ...
Author: ahxg
