That song makes me very quiet, very melancholy. Let me quietly recall that once the pursuit of love time, in the dark night alone to chew the flavor of the past romantic dream. The song is called "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves".
At that time, I do not know who sang this song, I only know that I like the woman who sings, the woman's clean voice, obsessed with the song in the attraction of my **** Ming's thoughts, and the wind blowing, so that I am infinitely yearning for the wheat waves. I envisioned that one day, I must go to that wheat wave, to touch that wind-blown wheat wave with my hand, and personally feel the love that can be interpreted in the wheat wave in life. That met the wheat waves, then became a dream of my soul, sent me a long time to press in the heart of the love and affection.
So, no one knows why I must go to Lijiang, to wait for a soulful picture.
The wheat waves, my secret that no one knows, harbor my sentimental mood, and the indelible memory of youth.
"Sister Jinhua, can you stop the car for me?" I nervously requested to the white guide of our group, my voice trembled with excitement, yet the eyes were so firm, in persistence and blazing with the fire of excitement and desire to go wild.
"Why, Brother Peng?" Sister Golden Flower looked at me with her beautiful eyes wide open in surprise. Everyone on the bus also looked at me strangely. I know that a group usually can't change their itinerary arbitrarily for the sake of me, an ordinary traveler, but I was pleading with a hidden anticipation that was hard to restrain.
"Look," I pointed out the window, "that, that's my, my dream," I said, almost incoherent with excitement. "Sister Jinhua, that's the place I long for! Where there are legends and, beautiful love!" Outside the window was a field of golden wheat, and golden waves could be seen undulating in the wind, and my heart ebbed and flowed violently in an uncontrollable frenzy.
"Okay. Master, stop the car for Brother Peng." Sister Jinhua pursed her lips at me, "Brother Peng is also a sentimental person oh, also came to find that love and dream. Like a love-struck man of our white tribe."
For the first time I panicked in my blush and hurriedly ran out of the car.
Ah! My wind, my waves of wheat, here I come!
What a field of wheat it was!
What kind of a wheat field is it? The waves of golden light, one by one, layer by layer, circle by circle, it's a sea of fragrant wheat, as if it's going to melt the distant mountains, the nearby villages, I forgot where I stood, and it seems that I've already been drowned in the sea, forgetting about eternity and the moment.
That wheat wave ah, is the undulation of life in this wilderness, is the vastness of heaven and earth spread open. This makes you irresistible wheat field, that is a piece of pure land of the heart. I want to deliver your heart to this place forever.
Looking at it, I was suffocated by it, I want to jump into the wave, but I dare not approach. There is a distant call under the blue sky in the distance, tempting me to take the beauty that penetrates into the blood and hold it in the palm of my hand.
"Ah ......" I cried out, jumping off the side of the highway and literally letting my body melt into this dreamy ocean. I leaned over that wave and pressed my ear against it, listening to the song of the heart, listening to the love that emanated from a faraway place. I skimmed my fingers over the tips of the waves, and with my warm hands, I touched the mysterious power, the power that makes love defy all odds!
It was a clamor and cheer, but it was so calm and peaceful. In the face of wheat waves, I want to call out, but the distant skyline, the blue sky floating white clouds, and let my mind tranquil. I understand this wheat wave, understand the love in this wheat wave, however, I will never have it again in this life, even if it is a poignant love, the wind blowing the wheat wave, just a piece of scenery in my eyes.
"Surfing the golden waves of wheat, just where it was once you and I, loved. When the breeze carries the smell of harvest, blowing to my face, remembering your soft words, had wet my eyes." I wanted to embrace her, but I couldn't get her in such a trance. For this has been the place of heartbreak, the place where a smitten woman has shed her tears. I could not bear to touch the soul that sang for love.
The song floats in the heart, that is a kind of stay, a kind of love. In the long thoughts, there is that faint longing, there is that sheer `love', there is more grievous helplessness and endless memories.
Standing by the side of the wheat field, looking at the eye of the wheat waves, the distant came a long song tune. My mood, quiet and happy, the sun at this time, pouring in my lonely body, flowing in my dry heart, it is so comfortable and warm.
Because of a song, I went to Lijiang, because of the love in the song, I went to see the Lijiang wheat field wheat waves alone, more love in the lingering and sad romance, I personally touched the dream wheat waves, breathing the wind that blew the wheat waves of the Lijiang plateau. All this, I only for my heart, only for that song touched my heartstrings of the moment of moving, only for my eternal pursuit of pure love of the throbbing soul.
I am in such a way to redeem the broken love dream of my youth, and to give myself an account of my search for the home of love from now on.
"We have sung in the fields, hoped in winter, but did not wait for the sunshine, the sight of autumn. Let the vows that were once made fly, and drift with the west wind, like your long soft hair that once perfumed my dreamland."
The woman who sang, that beautiful Lijiang Xiaoqian, love of romance, sweetness and happiness, so that she fell in love with Lijiang, stayed in Lijiang; love and like the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain snow melted, all all love can only be the beauty of memory, as the ancient city of Lijiang, small bridges and rivers, in vain to stay in the sadness. Beautiful woman, can also have stood in this wheat waves, with crystal fingers across the fragrance, alone to warm their cold love? I only know that I wandered in the footsteps of Lijiang, will not wait until that a beautiful encounter, turned away, back carved in the mind of the drawing board, can only quietly for their own sketches out the dream of only one person's love of the splendor.
On this day, I stood in the wheat waves of love, the romance and happiness that passed away, quietly waiting around. See the wheat waves of Lijiang, I closed my eyes, open arms, wantonly breathe that wind, enjoy the most pure breath of heaven and earth, that moment as if it is the eternal classic picture of my life, I remembered in my mind, I once swore to a certain person's words - please bear in mind that in this life, I said to you: I love you, we will never leave! We will never give up ......
That night, Xiao Qian's "Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" accompanied me as I kept watch until the dawn of Lijiang. Wind-blown wheat waves, wet my heart.
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