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That year an unexpected chance to actually let me careless, and it hit a sky full of clouds everywhere, in the clouds inside the home through an unforgettable night.
When the evening came to a hillside on the Lushan A Brighter Summer Day Zhen, planted in many parts of town could not utter the name of the flowers, Rou Rou, and thin, in the town's residential ago, at the water side of a mountain stream in curved up the hill after another small road, to grow tight-knit lush, in the wind gently shook his head arrayed body, not timid. The flowers may not be lonely here, has long been used to explore the attention of tourists to enjoy.

The town were very relaxed, whether men, women, children and senior citizens, his face serene quiet, walking Man Tengteng, or even glance right and left, continuously and in that greeting, and this just say laugh, stop-go, contented self-Lok. Standing on the edge of town, like to enjoy the same scenery, watching the town's residents in the Dengying come and go suddenly like paradise-like Kate, a poem by Tao Qian on my mind, I really do not know there Qin, Han and even have had.

At this point, it is the foot of the summer, may have been late autumn hills, and remembered a friend up the mountain to say - with enough clothes, it? Suddenly understand what she meant. Invisible thin thin air, and kept Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind ah ah a moment to feel that their skin covered with a layer of mist on the hair, damp, and Bing-bing, and cool to.

Walking in the mountain road, could not help but light Oh heard, summer resort of the iceberg, it was I inadvertently widened.

Living room facing the outside of the cliff, jagged like a big blanket weed cover the mountain original soil. On this night, I can only see the highlights in the shadow of the black and the grass and the tall shadow cast by the little tree. Sitting in the window, watching the fog rise up the long way and will cover all of the opposite cliff, and then curl Nana, the moved to my eyes. Suddenly, as if lost in a dim, the eyes wide open but can not see all the scenery in my eyes are blurred. Can only feel the air was filled with a moist fresh fragrance, with the distant sound of water, insect, Lin Tao, in my front looming behind the spread.

The ancients said, does not know the truth about the matter, only the edge of the body in this mountain. Chien-one in a few nights before that, he is also, like me, have been immense Yunxia shrouded with, in the deep shallow fog in different colors, the forget where you are, forget where it comes from, He forgot to Jin Xi Xi, in Qiong Yao Xian mirror Susu wielded in the hands of Wolf-natural way, and write poems that do this lasts?

Fog then gently upward Gone, and eyes just like gradually restored, but if, with just not the same, lighting, shadow, there is rising in the darkness, haze, Yingyingchaochao, constitute gorgeous blurred scenery, there is somewhat illusory. Doubt in the dream, but know that it is outside in the dream.

At night, and the wind in the mountain forests interspersed snake, startled from time to time in the various sounds of the mountains, luxuriant rolling into the memory of sneaking into a dream come flying around in my up and down. Lying still listen, Jianjue confused, the lingering clouds and the mountain breeze, and Cao Cao polish polish of that mountain, in the consciousness gradually diverged.

Something struck the window lattice of the metal cover, "Thunk - clatter!" "Thunk - clatter!" Rain. Midnight in the midst of their dreams, the window is still empty deceive one, pro-and have been sit-ins, at the moment, only the suspect is only the hill mountain rain and me. And I can not find himself, only the clouds, rain in front of fluttering, guiding me into the depths of mountains.

I have seen, eyes dancing fog, past life is wind, wind past life is water, water, previous life, is the mountain the rain ... ... and so, that wind is a bow quiver, that fog is flowing strings, that rain is jump notes, in my dream kept singing tour, from spring to summer, from winter to autumn.

What is this? Getting closer, moved to the immediate fun of my sleeve, float my body. Also drifting away, drag me in your mind and held out my memory, implicit to the welcoming pine tree behind her back. Are so mobile, soft, and slippery, and turned around, waved his hands, shirt sleeves that particularly soak into the depths of the fragrance emitted. Wumishan night, people lost Imajuku. Fog in the Whisper and I are still closed.

This is flying in the mountains of the fog, eventually to leave, and so the sun, mountains and the fog will slowly shrink into a crystal transparent tick the dew, to continue decorating the mountain morning. That floating in the heart of the mist it, will also in the sun shining, the vapor plume of lotus in the breeze it?

That night, the clouds of Lushan Juyi Peng, I have a dream come dawn.

Source: Sichuan Online


Author: Lily