Some really can not imagine tomorrow's time, will face six months of parting, the future uncertain, complex and complicated to be prohibitive. At this moment, the only thing I can do is to recall that in November a beautiful weekend. The impression that The Wannan is the WEN Xu, and would like a winter's warm sun, waves in the distant memory. there are so moment, I thought it was free ...
Hongcun three kilometers away from the Ta Chuan, flat road, bright and clean air, and the most suitable foot. In late November weekend, could have been walking in the wind is so warm, people feel quite flattered. Head-on bike It seems to ride over a group of art school students, carrying a sketch board, frivolity or a young face is flying conceal youth. if is subject to their infection, the pace and the mood I am excited to follow up - to put all that many of the troubles and the road ahead is unknown outside the bar threw their beauty.
Ta Chuan is a small village, but villagers did not know where to go, and empty stomach Luk Luk of us turning around three times in the village do not have to find one person. Have seen cases several chickens, so we decided to, once found others settled, one of which must be seized to fill their stomachs. But the fact is that we are too naive, and grasping chickens difficult, extremely difficult for! busy months sweating, but it is to root feathers are not met, but to look Hostel owner home, feather dusters the solution of slander. After dinner, a bit drowsy, so small anyway, Ta Chuan, time enough to turn it a 10 lap eight times, we simply put a small bamboo chair坐在院子里Take the sun, snooze. one-month cumulative fatigue Let me then sleeping the past. woke up went so far as is already 15 o'clock, and Shengelanyao feel exceptionally refreshing. Tachuan free to cross the village aimlessly hanging around too , suddenly between the spirit of the pick up, eyes emerged in a thick layer Diego Diego's color, and shaded by the leaves in the villages, sparkling in the sun ... This is Tachuan it, extraordinary in its subtle beauty hidden , plain and simple not the least bit of Zhang Yang and deliberately.
Back to Hongcun is already evening, and this exactly what our intention: 55 yuan tickets for too exaggerated a bit! Free riders into the sexual side of us outside the village were fed a leisurely horse, while the static and dynamic observation of ticket entrance to the village. Hard The conductor of the day has finally turned out the light at 18:30, we are so blatantly into the village, 55 yuan ticket is still a big sign next to the pictures of mark. Hongcun the dark night, no lights, we are in the dark Chuang blind, I do not know how many the wrong way before I came to the legendary monthly marsh. knock on the one called "Mochizuki Corner" of the hotels, and our dinner is after all were available. After all, in November, and to the night, cold air pressing, but the room bright lights, steaming bowl of porridge, then immediately drive away the chill. the master side of a legend in the Laba tofu, a little on some sesame oil, so do not praise Zhu and Xu Dage stop talking, but always do not like tofu but I think it looks like bricks, but hard enough to be injured by people, it is not to be commended.
Sunday dawn, and one to watch morning mist, two also to free riders. Five o'clock it did not look like day light penetration, a thin morning mist floating marsh in the month, the emblem of architectural style has been some years old, black tile remains the same, white walls are mottled lighter spots, with daybreak, the sky seems to be melting together. no one to speak, it seems that any sound would break the quiet, people were just watching quietly, quietly starting a variety of The camera recorded. To have those professional Zhangqiangduanbao naturally good, but I always believe that the real beauty in our hearts, quiet Ye Hao, shocked Ye Hao, free and happy feeling is that any real form can not be replicated ...
From Hongcun slip out of seven in the morning and only then, has some of the sun, and fog gradually dispersed, the air as if a transparent general, every breath are one to enjoy. Our original form only Hongcun and Ta Chuan Cheng, Therefore, the whole Sun is also a very nervous because there is no itinerary was all the more arbitrary. only know that somehow went to the Nan-ping. This is a small ancient villages, the streets are those nasty little shops in the street one of the stalls selling fried dumpling with locals around the small table next to, lazily basking in the sun, chatting, everyday matters, wrapped dumplings, I suddenly felt the infighting among those creatures, those lofty ideals unattainable but unrealistic are then in the warm sun in the winter twilight, and then dim and finally disappeared. there are so moment, I thought I was free ...
Author: cynvana
