Writing in the night under
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Every time away, the train almost all of the clean water from the land of Guizhou Aoyama passed, however, I would like to go near her impulsive, but it is in May to see a Journey, where the deep canyons, Castle Peak green water. . .
Holiday approaching, began to levy four companions. The specially marked: Convener retain the option of playmate power.
A friend heard I chose playmate of Shier, smiled and said: This is you? How such a critical and harsh come from?
I smiled and said: a man afraid of loneliness, too many people are afraid to live up to ah!
Some thread, that I also retain the option of playmate the power of your photo and personal information sent to my QQ on, QQ number is. . .
I returned to him: I have the choice of playmate is not Yimaoquren, so pictures would not have made the same belief, most important, the so-called, way different, incompatible to seek. Our aim, unknown road ahead is our greatest pleasure journey.
No action, my friends had warned me again, stubborn is not a good thing, especially in women, the weak and the time to demonstrate a woman's tenderness. . .
Just that I do not know how to distinguish, what is stubborn, what is perseverance.
Have always believed that perfect mountain climbing, we should first help themselves before mutual aid. I have the ability to cope with, why should somebody else? What's more, others do not have this obligation!
2
Autumn was underway, and received SMS Ling: cool autumn, and be careful catch cold!
At that moment, my eyes wet.
3
FEI back, looked at me dead than alive, virtue, and that is still the case? Would like better?
I shook my head.
She sighed and said, why had so long, is still not able to let themselves? The hands-off, and do his own thing to do! Let it, you could fly again.
Me jealous, and she stab to my corner of the most vulnerable.
These days, I have been trying to calm himself, and gradually to forget that a bear memories.
I kept away. Every walk, I thought I was a brand new self.
On the way, no matter how bitter, more tired, and I said to myself, to be strong, should adhere to the face!
I have to face in silence all the way and kept to bear has been walking, walking, no end in sight. . .
However, the road was not as I imagined and expectations of the flat, I am not free to fly.
Had thought that together with the stranger, less because they are familiar only concern, because of distance, can get along with the humility, understanding. But I was wrong, that's just my wishful thinking.
I have been completely overthrown.
In the wandering in the face of too many disappointments, I gradually lose the heart of tolerance, did not dare to believe others. Gradually close the doors to the mind, for whom no longer open. I thought the only way I can get heart no longer subject to suffering can be started.
I like to stand near-deserted world, quietly, enjoying the feeling of heartache that the only way the pain, I was sure I was still alive.
I like to stay away from the crowd, alone, drifting away, pull down a ballot doubts. Only this time, I was able to calmly face themselves and quietly said to himself, the loneliness is my destiny!
When tired, always think of you mews me "girl" when the gentle, when I was stubborn, you sad Yanmou.
My eyes, tears leaking again. . . You are always so easily aroused in my heart the microwave.
I can not Zaiqu face, once between us, and we, the place of those things that so many who can not be expected to, who can not control.
I have pain.
It turned out that I have no left in the past, is still trapped in the Agency, you can not forget, not reluctant, perhaps just unwilling to bar. . .
4
It has been asked, where is the real person in the mirror? Is filled with misery but there is no feeling of a huge station, or in the barren, but the real face of the reality of nature do?
I do not know, I have been looking forward to what the real one's own, so I chose to Bop.
Walking along the street feeling is real and unreal, it is a temporary escape after a Willful, physical fatigue and loneliness of a person on the road with no one to depend heavily hit. At that time, any help on the road encounter, perhaps just a smile of encouragement, and make me feel great happiness and warmth.
On the way, the kind of mutual understanding among people sympathetic journey is no greater satisfaction. But, as long as a cold, a Lengyan phase ridicule, enough to push the cross along the way to establish trust and rely on.
On the road, people are the most vulnerable, trust, mutual support and become solid because it also due to a selfish, unfriendly move broke down.
On the road people are lonely, is happy.
5
Tickets can not be determined down, my heart is dry again disturbed by the move.
In fact, do not want to give him any pressure, for the votes of the tired, not worth it. But I just want a definite date, giving an account of peer playmate. I do not matter sleeper or hard seat, anyway, determined to a long journey of the heart, what is also prevented from sufficient.
At that moment, I suddenly cropped up in the idea of a long journey alone.
During this time, in order to look for playmate, I have physically and mentally exhausted, prematurely destroyed the random nature of a heart.
Suddenly felt, as long as I like, one seat tickets, a backpack, I can do to take the Quartet of.
Although, I'm afraid of a person Sheung loneliness and helplessness, but I have to learn alone the long journey of. Perhaps at a later date, such a walk will be my son go through one way.
Two people than one person come Tianhuangdilao happy, I'm afraid I do not have such a blessing.
Did not allow me to stay for him, I had to continue my walk. No person can be together, I had to Sheung alone. . .
Walking debris fragments
1, Fanjingshan
Pre-trip, wing weigh on my backpack, looked at me and said: Do you back again so heavy, work? Do not become someone else's burden Oh.
I have a smile on her own line-hsiang, the starting.
Yuping out of the train station, nonstop, on and off, after more than six hours of epilepsy toss, we arrived in India by Tongren River. Yes, 9:00 pm more.
The next morning, drove up to gate.
Rest, start to the top Fanjingshan embarked.
Backpack weight, coupled with gastrointestinal discomfort, only vomiting. I have become increasingly slow pace. With the clouds change with my backpack, I still was one, and so I really can not move back when, and back bar.
Uncomfortable with, walked slowly behind alone, walk. And no matter what, as long as be properly walk, and then climb to the top.
A person, lone forward, slow down and experience the tranquility of the mountains of the Ya-Jing. Really can not stand when the backpack down and sat panting roadside Dakoutaikou. Depressed the chest. . .
Some people came from my side, and some will be stopped and asked: weight not heavy? Tired? Then try to prop up my backpack and said:厉害! Refueling Oh!
I do not know where are my companions, and unable to catch up, but hard to walk. . .
Finally see them, and waiting for me, I really dragged everyone's rear foot.
They soon was underway, I did with great reluctance, I am tired. . .
With the cloud Erhuamoshui, strapped my backpack on the off into the mountains, I would like to have no stopping stopped. I no longer insist that were dropped.
I has really become a burden to others!
During that long on the steep mountain, with the clouds to help me go back to pack.
Close to the Peak and repair. Got started, my backpack to the back, with the cloud is also tired.
Then the period of relatively flat Wan Shan, I briskly forward, a moment's inattention and feet did not mention enough height, toes touching the ladder. Kaneshige, transient loss of center of gravity, fall on the ground, Fortunately, it was followed later with a handful of clouds Fu, grateful!
Finally came to observation deck. In front of the famous mushroom stone, on the left of the old golden dome on the right is the new golden dome.
SAM is not an old golden dome, and we take the opportunity to backpack down, Qingshenjianfei climbing.
The way an old Jinding迂迴, steep.
Hands and feet of climbing, embracing iron chain, climb over a stone caught in the two straight between one another steep slippery ladder, finally arrived at the pinnacle of the old golden dome.
Just stayed on top of an old monk, the old monk in here, more than a decade of self-cultivation. A small temple, next to his personal life, hut, surrounded by may have nothing in place to gain a foothold. At the foot of Cliff, a little careless alarmed at the foot of the stones have been weathered, feeling the danger of degeneration at any time.
Britain standing mountain, a vast field of vision. Sitting on edge of a cliff, with the new Jinding distant sea, now, a white belt meandering stretches in the mountains with.
"When Ling will be in excellent shape, list of small hills." Sky heaven and earth, people are how tiny! !
Sometimes the fog, the scene in front of, at times when the hidden, such as exposure to Xianjing in.
According to the old monk said, here are 2494 meters above sea level, even higher than the new golden dome.
Lying on the cabin before the old monk in the formation of smooth boulders, the days are so near, as if on top of the head.
Blue sky, white clouds, breeze, Xuan Yan sunshine, curved mountain road at the foot of extension.
Share of quiet natural beauty makes my heart a "dream look for him hundreds of times," like a throbbing sense of surprise and sudden exposure to which, agreeably surprised helpless.
As he will eventually be attributed to the sea, I am finally back to nature. Britain was lying mountain, sky, watching clouds walk in front of the whole body relax, give up self-struggle,坦然地面对cloud bound in a league云舒. And the thin air, and accompanied by warm warm sun, that is what a lazy afternoon!
Silent, silent.
Sunshine flowing in the palm of your hand. Eyes of the waves with that, blue sky, white clouds, green mountains. . .
I have drunk and what not want to think, what did not want to do, the only thing it can do is this heaven and earth, mountains and spirit of the aesthetic feelings, up 11 collections.
. . . . . .
Although with great reluctance, still have to go on. Purchase a person waiting for SAM, not kindness.
In the town of Temple stay there, we have four people continue to board the new golden dome.
The new road along the Jinding straight chisel out of the mountain, steep abnormalities, such as rock-like, step by step frightens. However, the scenery is not the good old golden dome. It is said that the new golden dome, if there is sunlight, will be destined to see the Buddha, but unfortunately, we did not see anything.
Escorted vertical iron chain, along the cliffs on the carving of the ladder down, I just feel dizzy.
Intolerable cold last night, almost Yiyewumian.
5-point more than a noisy throughout the monastery. I rely on in bed, feeling the outside, steaming uproar.
Struggling trying to get to before deciding to up and, with the crowd, go mushroom stone and watch the sunrise.
Mushroom stone head raging, the dawn of peace and quiet, was the popular crowd bothered boiling.
I'm cold, whole body trembling. No matter where I hide in the wind I always will be surrounded from all sides. I have nowhere to avoid, simply put themselves in the vast sky, let the cold wind will blow me.
We kept on holding the sun seems Micang with a long time does not show up.
My face was stiff wind, cold hands too could not move.
With the panda, Mei got separated, I am a person wandering.
Finally can not stand the cold that Barbed heart, I hid under a boulder.
In contrast, Hongxia dyed a half of the sky. Burn like fiery glow of sunrise.
Bathed in the brilliant sun, sitting watching the spectacular Huoshao Yun. I am a man quietly sat in a beautiful landscape, integrated with nature.
Look back, do not know when, behind my fear of losing a pair of lovers. They were holding hands, snuggling with each other, quietly watching the horizon, in the cold wind in a happy smile. . .
I envy.
Suddenly feel very lonely, very upset, and the feeling of being abandoned.
All along, I was always stubborn and wayward thought, there must be what is always, always insist on some things, stick with that belief, always considered herself a person anything can be, strong enough.
The horizon is still glowing red one, my heart sobbing with blood.
Woman hurt the most, not because did not receive love, but it is something to look forward to her, let her down in her most vulnerable time, no one helped her.
At this point, I am fragile.
At this point, I just want to have such a person to accompany in my side, look at the wind, see the clouds rushing to see this glow, look at the sunset, then slowly growing old. . .
Thought here, I also laughed sad, I can only sit alone look at a person's R & B.
Eat breakfast, I was shivering cold Hunshen with chopsticks Nabu Wen.
SAM will be gloves lend me, but I know that only serve to stir the clothes are not much use, I was cold heart. No one will know just what I wanted to Yi Sha, I went through a person's Tianhuangdilao, the kind of desolation and hopelessness, and no one will understand.
Down the mountain, and the ladder to more than 8000-level departure.
With the cloud, or the back of my backpack, I gave up persist.
All three of them flying and flying in general, only leaving dangling I Wei.
Guiyang the road, a handsome guy, tired more than we do not stand, step disorder, shake the swing in front of us.
I stood there, exclaimed: Akira you do not like this in front of me, looking like you, I really do not go on in!
Attracted his burst of laughter. We also sat on the floor, no more.
In this way, to encourage the, and with him down. . .
For nearly three hours, I have like over a century, tired I just want to become a ball, roll down forget.
Finally came to the foot, they have a rest in the river, for nearly a half hours.
The backpack down, my legs were already fatigued station unstable, almost fell down.
Tired, tired, tired. . .
2, 1000 Xijiang Miao Village
From the Fanjingshan down, retrace their steps back in time.
The estuary, Tongren, Yuping, which lasted nearly 9 hours, and finally arrived around 10:00 at night Kerry.
Carey, Lusheng Festival, bullfighting, and corruption.
West River is not a good way to go, to shake my head晕晕the.
To the halfway line, the driver stopped car on the roadside shop to buy pork.
Shop before, there are three kids put out a stall, selling crisp ringing sound, selling the persimmon. Middle of the little girl grown very cute, sweet smile. I quietly raise their cameras in an attempt to photographed her sweet smile, a pity that she will soon see my intentions, busy hiding. I am unable to do so several times.
I Gezhechuangzi directed at her smile, sweet she looked at me with a smile, a little sly, but also, as in make fun of me.
I have the name of gestures, signs just shot one, she hid a smile. Until the vehicle to be opened, and she generously up some hands, and I say good-bye.
Cute girl!
4:00 or so, arrived in Xijiang.
Seedlings with a woman, was admitted to her home.
Her family in 1000 Miao Village opposite the slopes. Also began giving a room next to a small wooden pavilion, where you can enjoying the Miao Village. There is a pavilion next to the old camphor tree.
A good environment and landscape art.
To lay down their backpacks, along the path of broken broken Miao Village.
Walked, but also with them became separated, and I left with the clouds in the slide clatter forward.
The sky dimming, I tried to hide store Miao clothes, but hard to with the cloud.
After dinner, we sat pavilion, the chat.
Many insects, rushing toward us. We pavilion where the lights turn off, immersed in the dark to see across the hills of the miaojia lights, such as star-like dotted throughout the hills, feeling warm.
Ying Huo Chong in front of a tiny fly, caused us a while to exclaim.
To my surprise, a small-Ying Huo Chong, evoked a romantic past with the cloud. He speaks tirelessly about listening to him, her, Ying Huo Chong romantic story, we are all for his share of romantic affection and moved.
Later, with the cloud of a person hiding in the dark, quiet. . .
SAM fried to a peanut, as appropriate, when the last Fanjingshan bought wine.
Pavilion where we sat, facing the 1000 miaojia lights, eating peanuts, drinking wine, chatting with. . .
Panda Q: If you can return to the past, will follow the same path?
I answered: Yes!
In my opinion, no matter how the road will be trade-offs. Walked the streets, no matter how bitter, I do not regret it, it is a life experience. When a road that leads to nowhere, the re looking for a better, missed, I believe there will be better in front. Road, there is no right and wrong, as long as the intention to go.
SAM says: Let the past be history, not become a burden.
It has been asked me, if they can return to the past, so I went to see a person who I most want to see?
I said, I do not want to see who, as destined to miss, you do not have to go back. Past smoke, it is important that the front of the later.
The Fanjingshan, I lost that follow you around for many years a small bell.
I am upset, and blame careless with their own. Small bell with me walked many roads, each time to go out, I bring it, along the way it is crisp Dangzhuo ringtones, I have peace of mind.
I tried to find before, but have lost or lost. Walking on the road, suddenly can not hear ring tones, my heart is empty, as if lost to rely on.
But on second thoughts, miss, Yin Zhi-Fei Fu?
Perhaps, in it, and stay there is its happy place, I had sake of it.
Slightly tipsy, in front of the lights, looked very beautiful, very deep and very heavy. But, do not sink too long in this nostalgic space.
I slowly close your eyes, ears insects, barking. I thought silently in the darkness of the past irrelevant. Bow their heads to thin thought, life, and not also the case?
There are some roads, never squarely in the sights, you must go, must go to face.
Some people do not have to insist, without suspicion, without waiting. Occasionally affects the heart's time, just when he really liked, even on a little bit.
Some things, gently touch the, like a veil blowing over the soft heart, but not necessarily head-on collision to go, it is not against the invulnerable.
Some illusions, in live time has slowly come to a clear, and finally believed that fate was exhausted, and finally a decisive and firm resolve.
There are some doubts, when naked in front of the answer can only choose to accept.
Some memories can only be forever yesterday.
Love love, love can not be the extreme case, being the case, not loved then why not? What is the frown for?
A long time, his eyes finally confused together, thoughts began to blur with the mood of the night.
Finally, buried deep in the hearts of those fragile Department's concerns and in such a quiet night and be re-carding.
Tears, and finally falling silently down the cheeks. . . .
Last night, light rain. This morning, Wei Liang.
I, panda, Mei again toward Miao Village.
The sky dark, from time to time Piaoqi light rain, cold. The entire cottage hidden in the mist.
Along the mountain road up, I was always a man walking in front of the stop-go, enjoy the feeling of a moment's peace.
Swing slowly back to shelter, has missed the back to Carey's car had to first transfer of Ray Hill.
3, Xiang ditch paper
SAM, and Ray Hill to stay with the cloud, we have three first to Guiyang.
Settled down, took to the streets feeding.
Z phoned and learned that I really ran out again, admonished me to be careful of a person.
Prior to departure, he called, I told him that I turn to a long journey, but that time has not determined whether the trip. He also asked me on the road carefully, take good care of themselves. I smiled and he said, I will not let himself something happens, not for me, I only cared about people.
I understand that my life not only belong to myself, since it is walking the deepest feelings.
Off-site cold streets, has his greetings and blessings, let me warm.
The next day, came up with their mountain from the mine of the SAM and on-demand cloud, ready to go to tea, ditch.
SAM provisional decision to not go, stay in Guiyang.
After many setbacks, only sit in tea, ditch the car.
About 5:00, reaching incense paper ditch. Stay there, along the water, walked to the ditch.
All the way to persuade us to have the groom riding.
Although the sky was dark, but we insisted to go.
Ditch flow is very small, but very clear, gravel Jin Lu. Walking on top of the friction shoe and the stone, issue "imperfections" of the sound, sound in the quiet valley, exceptionally crisp.
Go about 1 hour, came to a small village. Entrance to the village, stood a hand paper-making Workshop. Because of the recent good weather, people are busy with farm work, paper temporarily idle.
At this point, the sky was getting late and we had opened all the lighting tool and slowly back away.
After dinner, taking a rest, early drilling quilt.
Morning gallop rode at Happy Valley Road. 10 km of the troops on spurring a horse, flying feeling of freedom, so that troubles them altogether forgotten. . .
Dada Horseshoe is a beautiful mistake, I do not go people just passing through. . .
Back to Guiyang, with the return of the clouds and Wei tonight.
4, Qingyanguzhen
The Huaxi, noon came Qingyanguzhen.
Town is very small, almost visit all of two hours. Long stone streets, wooden, was built on uneven stone wall around. The household door hawking snacks, quite a local flavor.
Greedy of us, stop-take a rest, taste the local snacks.
Panda and the return of the SAM tonight. 4:00 or so, bid farewell to them, I alone Inspired by the setting sun, to continue to wear walking in the wrong vertical lanes. Alignment of the lens again and again alley corner.
Do not know since when, I fell in love with the alley corner.
See the corner, I would think of Yan son said to me the same: in front of a dead end and hope around the corner, forgotten behind ran straight to the benchmark. . .
Later, in my consciousness, the corner means hope, every time I saw the corner, I was pleasantly surprised. Really imagine that, like a cat, bound in a league contraction in that corner of the idle land basking in the sun. . .
Dragging one's fatigue, crossing numerous streets, back to shelter, head crushing.
Open the door, face the empty room, a person's shadow in front of the shaking.
Bottom of my heart leapt out of a sudden has never been tired and lonely. Door unsealed, windows did not pass, nor light, it is even too lazy to take off shoes, it is so curled a corner of the bed inside. My mind a blank, what does not think about it, do not bother to think about.
Yanyanyushui the first tear-like pain, boiling the.
I just want to cry, piercing the cry, vent inner weakness and helplessness. . .
Untimely phone rang, I idly glanced at: Where is it? Okay?
I stayed, I have what it?
Suddenly sat up, suddenly felt that a modicum of coolness from the surrounding slightly hit, thought the instantaneous wake up many, loss of eyes in the dark for free.
I stamp to the outside, gaining ground, only to find unusual sky clear, and the stars covered.
A beautiful night sky!
Lot of attention to my mouth slight smile, instead of tired to evade their own, it is better to decide to accept the reality and create the joy of being alone.
I have the phone read: In the Qingyan, very good! The sky full of stars, like back to childhood.
Then, the button, send.
I have deliberately withheld, at this moment, I am a lonely person, a person's weakness. Even if the wing called and asked me Guiqi, I also hid the fact that I am alone.
Who I am I do not worry, I told everyone,我好好的.
Has been, in their view, I am weak to withstand the wind and rain, need people to protect.
I am stubborn, I'm able to take care of themselves.
Shiny lights in the yard, cover the Xingyue glory. I hid in the dark, quiet night sky the stars unplug fog.
Quiet, comfortable.
The final match for the physical weakness that cool breeze cold cream, I soon Duohui room, hide blanket.
Alternating cold and hot constantly with, tired, trapped, sad toss me, how could not sleep, over and over again, if only the whole person too weak to do anything for him breathe. . .
SAM received SMS: up.
I returned to him, Qingyan the stars twinkle, you have been missed.
Peace of mind. Then, continue my dazed. To dream together with the number of stars Duke of Bar. . .
Being晕晕, the message came again, I've got a little gas.
Is not in such a space destined to bear a question? On the road, only to listen to?
Scenes, bringing back memories of superb picture, could not help but, inevitably regret and lament, after all, I am a layman.
Across the twists and turns and the rain, shuttles, concerns and hesitation, persistent beliefs and vision of beauty, moments between the brain denounced me.
May well be true, such a space is not stand a question, just listen. Listen to the voice that comes from the road.
This way, really like most of my life journey.
This road, the wind has to go, rain has also been, at the end, I am doomed to only one person. . .
Sleep less secure, the get up early, simple clean up, Akira out of residence.
Morning Qingyan, good quiet, very quiet, very comfortable.
Shops did not open, but occasionally someone coal stoves are up to, on the door. Plume of blue smoke slowly rising, filled the streets in the old. Occasionally, some people rushed from the alley cattle walked through the thick country flavor.
Dangzhuodangzhuo also met yesterday in the streets to see the grandfather, is still holding his sticks a long pipe, almost 1 meter long.
Joo consultations for a while, I walked up to: grandfather, to give you take a picture do?
Grandfather mood and looked at me and said: Well, you and so on, I'll get smoke.
Within a short while, grandfather walked over holding a cigarette, then cigarette, ignition, haughty disregard of others to draw up.
Watched him a leisurely look, and I laughed.
Next to the uncle in the join in the fun chatting up, then said that Granddad is 76 years old, this pipe Well, there are 80 years old. He ah, have to go to tai chi every day, come back in here, smoking his pipe. . .
Grandfather squint, listening, proud with, them the cool expression, allowed me to shoot.
I promise, I will certainly be sent back to his photos, he happy as a child-like smile.
He said he was about to smoke 20 cigarettes a day, on this door, with him that long pipe.
This is a simple life, people envy.
5, Town Village
Out Qingyanguzhen back to Huaxi.
Received text messages with the cloud, saying: I have received a postcard mailed in the Fanjingshan, and looked at the familiar images, thoughts seem to wander back to the quiet leisure Guizhou, really envy you can wander in Guizhou alone in a small town.
I told him that I am going to the town from the sea into the Village.
've Never tried a person's walk, it is also very envious of people who admire the independent brigade, it takes a lot of courage.
I am a person who did not a sense of security, fear of loneliness, fear of a man traveling the world. But today, I had a man on the road.
You want the freedom of a loneliness so that they are brave together. Seclusion in the lakes and mountains and so he chose the small village to wander safely and freely wandering freely wander.
I want to fly, I have to fly, I can fly, although I am a bit hesitant, a little tired.
Perhaps, naked face is the existence of well-being.
I shop around to find the Huaxi Reservoir Road, where there is said to ship straight to the town village.
Beat motorcycles, along the river until the dam at the foot.
There's no boat to the town, village, car no. Chartered, too expensive, nasty feeling of owners, not honest.
Disappointment, slowly back, thinking forward to the next destination.
Walked leisurely manner, but do not rush.
This section of the road is very comfortable, filled with a strong autumn. On both sides do not know what kinds of trees. Trunk thick, dense foliage, yellow-green cross. Straight road, sparsely Sazhao yellow leaves. Indus? I am not sure.
The other side of the river, anglers, hidden in the thick of the autumn. Just like I walked into an exotic style painting.
Sometimes, the leaves from the trees gently floating in front of, the little dream I Was a passenger feeling.
Walking alone on the boundless sea, feel the good far, distant but very real fluttering there.
I gave up searching the town to visit Village, back to Guiyang sloshing bar.
Sit back to Guiyang car.
Afterward, turn over travel brochures, suddenly discovered that there Guiyang city bus through the town Village.
I am ecstatic.
Rushed to Riverside Park, get on 211 road car, a girl's pointing in the car, the motorcycle hit straight into the town Village.
Entrance to the village, a woman carrying a child in the sun valley. I stopped, you can inquire about the settled areas.
She hesitated a moment and ask: Are you a man?
I nodded.
She said, I have at home. . .
I saw the room, pure farmers, clean and comfortable, but also very realistic, like the non-commercial farm, let me feel warm, warm.
I am full of joy, to lay down their backpacks, walked along the road to the village.
The way, stopped. Front of the green woods, lying still Yihong clear water.
Speed up the pace, along the village stone paths towards the lake.
The village is a stone world. Stone road, stone room, stone walls, stone and tile. . . Everything is piled with stones.
Houses are built on mountains, layer upon layer upon layer, patchwork.
Walked into the town, village, entered the Buyi.
Holiday has passed, the village appeared quiet, the whole village, in addition to me, there is another four tourists, businessmen Guiyang, with customers this play.
Filled the lake to stop the boat, I have insisted on a lake to swim.
Guiyang businessmen in a hurry, not the lake. I am only one person to stay in the lake.
Boatman automatically dropped, I have one package of a cruise ship, blowing cold wind, and boating lake.
Punt's aunt told me that here, water from Tianhe Lake, connected with the Huaxi Reservoir, about 10 km. There are boats in the reservoir to the town of Huaxi Village, I could not find. Huaxi is also a car to Tianhe Lake, I have a big circle around before they come here, injustice ah!
Aunt while Yaochuan while I introduce the two sides of the scenery, thin strip of sky, half of the mountain, Little Three Gorges. . .
Her Mandarin is not very good, I listened very laborious. To take her time speaking, I did understand.
Aunt said that outside people coming here say the United States, comfortable, very envious of us live here, but we do not consider what the city is also envious of their lives.
Person is so easy to satiate a place to reside. We always move toward the unknown distance, looking for life, passion, and then go back to a familiar city, to continue our lives.
We are all trying to walk in and find themselves, find happiness in front of translucent light, look for the export of individual life, adjusting the pace of life and life care so that they are feeling happy and beautiful.
Thus, we again and again on her own line-hsiang, go the distance. We always thought that people can be as natural scenery, like thousands of the showground.
On the way, I do not want anything, just want to cherish a great friend, which insists on a belief, let me have the courage to continue to go on.
Caterpillar told me that each time walking, you have too much heart, so you tired. Only intentions to go before they live up to this trip.
Yes, in the walk in, relax body and mind, it is also strongly reflect on their own, but also kept a knife to stab his heart.
Therefore, the motives are doomed to sad. So I learned to be a person who does not mind.
Back away slowly.
It is evening, the village people are busy, packed with dried grain, ground grain. People looked at me puzzled wander alone. Q: Why do not you come to find Renpei do?
I walked around with a smile from them.
Back to the farm's owner, had been packed in front of the millet, are busy.
See I came back, busy, I moved a bench to sit down.
I looked at her busy, but do not know how to intervene to help.
Little scared and a half years old son, her health, take a look at me, and then looked at her, mouth kept shouting: Mom, Mother, Mother. . .
Raised his head and looked at me, Lie Kai mouth, smiling.
I raise my camera, he was curious, and laugh at me.
She also curious: how a people to come here? Not Zhaoge Ban?
I told her that my companions are back.
She said the village was also to Guangdong to work for.
Asked if she would like in the past to work out, she said, and now will not go there because the family is here, my son here.
Her idea is very simple family together.
She is a simple, good people, very diligent, to home cooking and a tidy, clean and comfortable.
To see her, I am reminded of the aunt, I have always loved aunt.
Although they are poor with, but I know that they are equally happy with.
It was the English translation inside the well-being well-being, it is a "calmly."
Well-being already like tides, often volatile playing pieces. We always ignore the humble and is also a happy life will be placed in the root of their own, but also a blessing.
Just that, used to luxury, we can do to learn simple?
Some people say that Buddhists thankful twisting the hands of non-stop action, the shiny Buddha bead, some happiness and joy, some misfortune and suffering. Person's life is such a number of the last one.
I do not know where my happiness, happiness is always short-lived, unfortunately, Shadow and pain are always hand in hand.
I heart the pursuit of happiness, but it has encountered difficulties.
I do not know what happiness is my resting place.
Doomed, happiness belongs only to the simple people!
Her eldest son, also came back from school, wash the apple, divided one to his brother, one for me, his bite one. The pace of his younger brother is always unstable skull-bone, followed in his buttocks, after shaking hands, "Brother, Brother" to keep barking.
Brother loved to holding his brother's hand, he walked carefully Strip.
I suddenly moved, I deeply feel her happiness.
The village's national demonstration team has been dissolved, only the group tours the invitation, will organize the show. Now this type of performance is rarely met with, sorry!
6, on the return
The morning, outside, rain, unusual cold.
Quickly pick up, back to Guiyang.
Start homesick, but fortunately, today is the Return Journey.
Cold car, I just want a warm home.
Plane finally took off.
Looking at the immediate sea of clouds, I will not feel at ease. I used to drift, that is a kind of living conditions, way of life.
Just that I have learned to cherish themselves a bit more.
Has been, I was getting along with people who do not know, nor is it easy to get along with people. Like a person alone, it is the most relaxed.
But I am very afraid of the way a person's loneliness and helpless fear. As a result, hope, in a journey, both peers fun, have the freedom of solitude. So I gradually learned to compromise, learn to give way to learn tolerance.
Author: silline
