Their dreams Phoenix
Phoenix should be in my conjecture is a fine dream, it should be slowly across the long and arduous journey to fulfill. Tracy's in Phoenix it makes an extra pairs of pure desire, the anticipation of love. Finally, all about the legend of the Phoenix and Tracy in the early summer in June, a normal afternoon into a ticket to go West when they find that they ultimately can not resist going to achieve the bottom of my heart that this has not devoid of desire.
Wheels and rails in the sound of casual coincidence, the mountain is also an extension of the endless, as if unlimited elongated to put this dream. A long journey so I see the majesty of the earth, in the oldest permanent, endless stretches of mountains, you and me just a snatch at passing, while the ancient city of Phoenix more than a century on the so accompanied by Tuo, depending on the quiet mountains to lay there, not play, not Ye pet.
Car carrying me Hill on the road, countless corners, as if at the last moment, once again inadvertently extend the distance of my dreams. The car grinds to a halt, my dream from the晕晕pull back to reality. Phoenix Park, as countless small towns in the Mainland, so you do not know where they live. Finally I chose to walk into the old city this way, inadvertently slowing down the pace of their own, and slowly move closer to the dream of the border town, such as may slowly close to my sleeping lover.
When the Tuojiang, Diaojiaolou, Hongqiao genuineness in your eyes, feeling a little bit at a loss, I do not know or anyone else involved in the dream reality. Tuojiang ease, the quiet times in the Diaojiaolou downstream. He Bu destroy clothing head washerwoman's voice came as if from the depths of a hundred years, while at the foot of the water has long been carrying Tuojiang memories of the time I do not know where to go.
So finding a Diaojiaolou settling down, Tuojiang flow of water from downstairs, has long been with thoughts drift to the distant river. Old buildings and elegant dresser, mirror ought to know how many surfaced in Tracy's face. At this point of time has become a fixed grid, Tracy, such as the general simplicity of the back of blue cloth, carrying a little wet country flavor, and that time depth are almost gone. The room should be quiet, as usual, as if they could see the time through a pane of moonlight slipped down down, leaked some broken bits of light. Night time people have become so fragile, a trace of the sound are likely to smash the illusion of this moment, I could not bear to turn on the lights to break the silence of the night, groping toward the balcony. Some years ago the moon floating in the river today, like a dream, if only, if from the same.
Night, Tuojiang restore tranquility of the past, only the water and gently tell the old past. At this point, I am, depending on the corner of meditation in the balcony. Night, all sound clamor had subsided, those who gather dust has long been the memory of it ran along the Tuo River water chime coming. Past perfect, past short-comings, past the happy, sad past. . . . . .
In a distant time and space away from the city outside, remembering loved ones and friends. . . . . . . Needless to fortify all this time will be unbridled emotions together, the long night I remembered the taste out of a bitterness gradually the warmth. I dare not think, do not dare to ask, I'm afraid to witness the inexorable fate and years.
Distance, it seems there is a leaf boat floating down the river slowly come Rourou moonlight, slowly boat, a slight ripple, Hun Hun lights. . . . . . . I would like, as long as the water is still flowing Tuo, then Tracy will still be in the riverside of the ferry, this dream will be endless continuity.
Author: sxf03
