At last stood at the foot of the Great Wall. 11 years later. Light rain in the.
Its name is Juyongguan.
A dream I read many times in National Geographic magazines and textbooks, postcards point of view a number of times by name. However familiar, it came around, or had been struck by its magnificent idea of the sublime.
There are a lot of memory on the Great Wall, the Badaling, Mu Tian Yu, Juyongguan, Simatai ... ... those familiar with the names of only represents a superficial memories and stir the hearts of the real, or in front of this wall.
Meandering line of the mountain walls, deeply shallow green is very seductive. The time is mid-summer, while here went so far as still as the green of spring-like thousands of change is really surprising. Nature of the broad and rolling, it is increasingly feel that their tiny, watching the rolling hills, will be deeply appreciate that stretch of life, while the earth we are valued, the disdain, and the persistent, another fraction light and heavy?
Feet were twisted, and only slowly moved upward, surrounded by children wearing colored poncho far away, scattered, and from afar, as if only the color of a fat penguin, dotted among the green, extremely cute.
The gray walls and green mountains complement each other really beautiful scenery, every walk a few steps to discover a wonderful nirvana, all with green related, can not tell, but playing in their hearts.
Moved with great difficulty on the beacon tower, strands of rain drift is more dense, and good fresh air, listen to tour guide said Miss Fortunately, rain, and Deng Changcheng Should the scorching sun, will people feel uninteresting, and not as we do now Heart emotion.
Once read an article, authors and beloved girlfriend, the number of stars in the Simatai Great Wall, which is what a romantic thing, and now the side, no friends and confidante, and only companion little girl. Beacon with her standing on her love, as well as far away heard her boyfriend ... ...
If we just stood in the rain, his hands rubbing the gray walls, immersed in memories, I believe that he is a good listener, there is a good many have been touched by the story of her flat, but still the rain continued to pour out my heart , formed the ripples, I think of you come from afar.
Perhaps few people in this place where the ancient ponder to think of love, but the rain Deng Changcheng is heaven to me the best opportunity for a miss, I could not help could not help but think of you come ... ...
In my albums, as well as the Badaling Great Wall 11 years ago, when Gordon left behind a smile, when young youth boarded the Great Wall just know that laugh, but now, now, in addition to expressing's deep feelings for times past, the remaining, but also sentimental a bit faint.
Standing here, heart retained only one word: time.
Right time of the interrogation and torture, has always been started from the heart, the length of time has often been noticed, while the width of the time no one know, it refers to the body, heart, where a force infiltration is memory, is to recall the It is forgotten, can be indifferent or even betrayed, I said to myself, I would prefer betrayal do not want to choose indifference, in the apathy, the time of tension screeching halt, rather die than live, I do not want this life.
Leaving Beijing the next day, and today the walls stand Juyongguan, I can not see tomorrow, only to see now.
When I left the light rain turned into heavy rain, but I know that people left, the heart is still.
Author: choude
