January 19 snow
Security called to tell me that the sky was under the snow.
I quickly got up, opened the curtains, window feather-like falling snow Susu. I am a long time to stand at the windows, separated by light blue glass, staring this seemingly strange world. Less memory on the snow little vaguely remember that seven years ago, Green told me that he lived twenty years in the Leizhou Peninsula, has never seen what look like snow. Or think about the "Snow Fox" in the Han Feng Xiaoxiao period romance, snow drifting around, a long way off, Ta Ge while the line ... ...
Finally could not suppress his feelings, alone into the Dazhao San filled the snow. Security told me that the snow sandwiched rain in such a city is not piled up, even though Xingxing Ran, but I was still stubborn to set out at dusk Quwang Jiashan shuttle, Tonight, I'm going to a place, Xitang name.
Car slowly forward in the darkness, cold and muddy carriage the air let me shiver, set foot on the stone road Xitang when a stopped snowing. A small town on the red lanterns have been lit, silhouetted against the schungite stone road, hard and warm, 23 pedestrians on the street occasionally whisper secretly which should be a quiet night.
In addition to street old residential areas, leisurely river, and all the ramifications are deep into the night, I find that stepping on the wooden floor crunching, in the dissemination of the damp smell of the carved wooden bed and a quiet lie down, lifeless to sleep, woke up the birds chirp in the town.
Open the wood, powder wall Daiwa snow, oily green grass sprang from the corrugated between the warm sunshine on the shoot so straight to come in, warm and subtle manner, in the old wooden table, she begins to spread out into a gold foil, spread out into a familiar Zhang Xuan, just waiting mottled red lacquer peeling off into a graceful aura of freehand, waving this town were not scattered and the plain of the morning.
Gradually melting the snow on the tile when the beat drops a thousand brick. At this time I've been reluctant to make way and that the cold water drops, let it build up slowly from a corrugated inter-gently beating my hair, my shoulder, my face, knocking into the body of a century the millennium's heart. Stone along the unknown road, have chosen to have chosen to totally do not know how the end there was a faint sound of gurgling water infiltration in dry my eyes. I hope someone subconsciously pushing Zhiyazhiya of wood and gently call my name, call me onions children, back to the millennia old house, in a dark room taking a seat, reach for water vapor to mull over rice Yinyun .
A people are not lonely, really lonely soul no illusions, no illusions about the soul is shameful. Chuanjiezouxiang, walking and watching, watching thought, alleys at the end, I am shining the naked simple and transparent.
Favorite place in the long-stay is clearly a fantasy, every weekend is a consolation to the soul lies, even a month to once a luxury is spared. Which I can not do it, the only thing I can do is to use their own words to record a Zhizhuo place, with their simple feelings to feel a place whose name is Xitang.
Author: nola79
