Mountains in Zhangjiajie, to Phoenix, they imply that some healing. Phoenix is now very late arrival. Guest House in the county to settle down after my husband went to supper. Held out a bowl of noodles a while back, while feeling: here, men who have really good-natured, I heard that you ate dinner, came to adding something to the noodles, such a big bowl of noodles only spent 4 money, but also increases of these bacteria oil. Shop owner also told me that this strain the oil, however, Mr. Shen Cong-wen's favorite during his lifetime, when his hometown people to Beijing to visit the elderly, the total not forget to bring it.
Phoenix is beautiful. The ancient city, the Diaojiaolou Linjiang Hongqiao home soil on the old lady selling paper-cutting, it seems that all life stories, ancient and novel. Of course, to Phoenix, but also because it is the story of Mr. Shen and life. In the former residence of Mr. and cherishing the memory, and emotion, Mr. Yu's life, when suddenly came a voice of the din of schoolchildren at heart, so can not help but blame they should not disturb the quiet of Mr.. Can be switched to a thought, the elderly, tolerance and peace, the hustle and bustle of the children probably laugh, and they are also relieved.
Down along the Tuo, you can reach the cemetery by Mr. Shen. To adopt a bit wild flowers along the way to the natural simplicity of character, Mr., will not reject the wildflowers. Walked, several children holding homemade confetti butterflies, summoned: aunts and uncles, grandfather, Shen buy a gift butterfly bar. I think the old man is naturally could not bear to refuse the call of the child's. Bought the two butterflies. Walked, but also met a group of children, summoned the voice sweet: auntie, the butterflies gave me good? I thought: if Mr. Shen At this point, surely do. Bianba butterflies to them. Walked, but also a few look of childish children: aunt, bought a butterfly to give Shen Grandpa bar!
From the text of the tomb of blocks Linjiang slope of a hill, without a tombstone is a stone carved with the inscription old man last words: what I thought, can understand me, as I thought may be to meet people. Reading reading, a kind of time, Thanks for the Memories can not help but tear yourself under the Shan, however. Only those children, still naive call out: Uncle, Aunt buy a gift butterfly bar!
Author: emily0705
