Three articles of the trace left behind - Pang Tong Temple Chushipangshi yuan, or when I was a boy. Can not remember which one is on the books, but now thin memories, should be that the category of the Three Kingdoms. When young myself, I love reading, especially historical themes preference for a class of novel, perhaps because as a betrayal of my rational knowledge, but also in a kind of literary debauchery, or I would be born of, and because of the emotional component inside. Therefore, a class of official history and rational side realizes the solemn serious books and I am not privileged to those with true and false by the arm and a half stories and allusions confused history class books, on topics such as the three countries and his ilk, and often can leads me to the infinite reverie, as well as the desire to go on reading interest.
The base of loyalty and love for this historical novel, the young I have sketched out the brain and that a vivid image. With their life story can also well known, off-Feng slope, Wuzhang Plains, Mount Dingjun, everywhere I am also able to clear the recall, and about a month out of that place, where vivid, fascinating and extensively and are endowed with legendary story.
Also the base with a strong impulse to this fantasy, the final sublimation of desire as the exploration and pursuit, and is facing some of my father Ruanmoyingpao. His father is also a semi-literate life-sized, with a big hand-wave again, pack up your things started. Obstacle with the energy and financial resources to travel the route with his father the choice of harsh, and finally choose to choose to go on the set of the city, and from where I live, there are 17 cities in about eight kilometers of the White Horse closed.
Rouge a pair of white horses, a round is not bitterly cold winter's tombs. Clay out of the black paint is not paint, like a taxi yuan, being broken when I was the only remaining memory of the.
"Young heart's content landscape, the unknown woe." Now it? Car bump in a rough circle of the Hill, the suddenly disrupted both of my contemplation, but also stir scattered self out of which our little playful element memories. There are horses, there are grave, as well as mud.
Scenes are the last flash in my mind, that inward eyes resumed, and a winding mountain Road to look endless. Is the late autumn season, the window light from the inside and outside the Kazakh one, can also condensate out of a mist-like water vapor, the Mengmenglonglong among my sight again pulled back. Detained in this piece from the smoke coke, body odor, mixed with a variety of flavor inside the compartment.
The less open the compartment where the only bumps sway, even more crowded, but fortunately I already had a heart among the vast world. Any thoughts on the free ride on the boundaries of fantasy.
As early as in the brain is no longer in front of all the worn out body in the compartment, spiritual soul has been operating since returned to the millennium out of time and space enough to frame them. Like the monk-like meditation in general all very leisurely, safely into the seat. . . . . .
Do not know that they have lived long, I heard a dull yell, my Mu Ran them again pulled back to reality. "To the white horse off of that two, where you can get off." I jaw a bit, then You Xiang out of the window overlooking a moment is to transfer into the afternoon and evening hours, Qi Yan touch of the setting sun, shining on the on top of this piece of barren hills. "To, and moves quickly." Again gives a yell, the sound sonorous and forceful, it seems also that some blunt. The lost in the crowd a while, and because among the surprised eyes. I interspersed with hard body forward Jiqu, steal a glance out the window once again and looking, I suddenly I can understand that they bear with eyes among the means.
Get off, accompanied by aides have been self-standing in the road, blankly looking at the distant peaks of the launch of God come from his face where I saw lost, saw a kind of wild things with emotion and melancholy.
Late autumn chill atmosphere, clusters of hills in the thorns among the co-Western Paradise of the sunset, and the mountains and scattered swirling in the Canye, then sprinkle the entire mountain. One step on the road trip, leaves rustle to do ring. Faced with this situation less a dash of joy when the first tour, a little more desolate scene. I lay hands on heart buckle ask, "Is this what I want to explore, and this really what I want to pursue?" "Stood not to enjoy the good life, but many went to this bird is not the place to lay eggs." In my assistants eyes, I clearly see that a number of points to the meaning of such.
At the foot of a noisy non-stop playing the moment, Ma Si-Si direct chaotic people. Shalashala, and accompanied by such a rhythm, I suddenly want to write a poem, also happens to hold in a time not come out. Then Yin Bar!
"Sze-death golden, Qice had left temple. Hainanen often difficult combination, Tien-hsin Qi Yi know. Hero eternal hate, elders at the age of thinking. Cang ruthless moss pole to fall over Duanbei." This is an early age to Wing Deng's Lu You a "deer Mountain" Guo Pang Shi Yuan tomb.
Faced with this situation, to really reflected on the perils Qice meaning poem, from the poem at the end of an inference point of view, Lu also in autumn, when traveling to this territory. One to study this point, look up Piedmont. 1 Panshan Road, especially from the rough. Lu in the former, I, after thousands of years later, I still is pursuing the footsteps of our ancestors. If the space-time could be turned back, I think I might be able to master Lu unexpected encounter, get together to tour about it, So what is a Fan What kind of spectacle.
In this way, at the foot of marching symphonic, and my heart also thinking of Lu, the road ahead seems to explicit is not that kind of boring and monotonous.
The road ahead is not smooth, always full of difficulties and obstacles, since the original plan of the affected structures boarding tonight, but because the temple master takes no one outside the family adhering to its principles, the abandonment of helpless melancholy.
The sky will be dark, the eyes of aides have been all over a heap expansion of the discontent, blames, and regret. He had heard me right off with the white horse allusion to tell a whim and quickly come together with me. Unexpectedly, it is Zhefan scene, the temple of the plain room, extremely light, how can not afford to also mention that our appetite, keep in mind the time of that many things a welling up in my mind incessantly. Repeat the previous mentioned as a problem, "This really is what I want to explore it?" Hunger, dirty looks, and even do a good job of sleeping mountain preparations. Me is for what? Chewing with the mouth of the vegetables was hard to swallow, looking at the temple where sparse number of people this is not the masses, which wear mingled with our only two visitors. Is particularly eye-catching, but also the other people in particular, feel a bit awkward.
At night, lucky to find a shelter, in after several negotiations, the final was our side made some concessions, a price of 30 yuan a whole. Here is the simple customs are a legacy from our western Sichuan, less a dash of modifications to a little more on principle.
Lying in the empty room, over and over again, Dengying flickering. Reflected in the walls of the powder wall on. Out of the window ray crescent, nobody has been quietly put up the trees.
Not the moon's Masaoki, cold Fengyi Chui, Shino desolate, distant from time to time came several more barking. But I know that this time there is absolutely no tours this point, and they might have, before the millennium Lu somewhere across space and time came up to me. Gushan coldest month, only Woliang an ancient one person today the plight of travel across time and space, the right to do so silent exchanges.
Handed intoxicated, then I have unwittingly fell into a dream bed incense, dream another dream like the ancients, big sleeves fluttering, Qi Yu extraordinary to me call.
"Nankeyimeng" I do not know that the dream of dreams, the study is to Lu You, also, or Pang Shi Yuan.
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