Early days of a rainy day, in the city we live together Manghuo Zhao went to paradise.
Utopia is a quiet hills looked quite delicate and elegant. Foot of the mountain there is a Bei Lang, the peach Long Run smooth slab built, it is elegant. Many large and small blocks of stone which, it is that some handwriting has mottled, and which makes what we want to explore the contents of the inscription has defied attempts, however, from the residue came off the strokes of the nimbus, enough for us to imagine the founding fathers of those predecessors, Zhu Zhang Mans shoes, talk and laugh pointing the style, as if each cross is an anecdote implies, each vertical were accumulated with a story. Guanghui Beilang between the front of this, you will feel the imagination of the poor. Utopia the more mysterious.
So we had Fangzhu Pavilion, a Qin-dong, set foot on from time to time travel by water impregnated bluestone mountain trails. Road circled twists and turns alongside the stream murmuring, eyeful of bamboo pine trees, Bitan grass, as if it were bright bright river water seeping from the Green in the past, earth-ness was depressed, immediately was a net wash. Hearty laughter, and I do not know what to say which of the vine tree which is only mildly sweet voices of the birds to go with the melt.
Mountain Man Po's peach trees, although flowering is over, but flourish after rain washed the oil-Bi Bi tours, it is a sultry mind sees; branches are filled small Sinopodophyllum, moisturizing moisturizing, the visitors looked secretly at the bottom of leaves and tells the people think that Yanzuiqingxiao of Painting girls.
Along the winding path, we have to "extend St. Pavilion." This name seemed intent Mr. substandard Yuanming, but they do not pay attention to names, here is Taoyuan genuine: the entrance boss a floating streamers and the words "Lei Cha" 2 Nongmo characters, outside the two old woman arrayed Tiaozai tea, bamboo strips inside of the basket filled with some tea salt, eggs, and both men careless careless manner of sitting, it seems that no one was there to buy their stuff does not matter; Museum arrayed a few logs, square table, a man and a girl greeted with the sweet soft accent with us, Cuci of the blue and white bowl with the milk-white fragrant "Lei Cha" and then put a dish of boiled peanuts, a plate of its own collapse refreshing crisp pickled radish - on the so sit, and occasionally drink a Lei Cha, who is caught a chopsticks snacks, chat with friends, 12, inadvertently have a Liangsheng Yamadori's Jiaoti the ears of not only a mouthful taste, full of the brain were simple yet profound fragrance filling, and we seem to have become Wuling fishermen, it tastes really is "inadequate and outsiders also" the.
When we returned to the city to make a living flame, our hearts, we left a small piece of memories, quiet, Chun, and enough to be learned in order to rest the tired.
Author: zhangli88
