Always at a certain moment, close your eyes, in front of you will flash Beijing hutongs, Suzhou gardens, Hangzhou West Lake, Lijiang ancient town ... and these places but only in the network of pictures and videos and other media have seen.
Perhaps my soul was sucked into these pictures, so that I could still see this vivid beauty after closing my eyes.
I saw myself strolling in this heavenly old city on earth, the wind blowing across my cheeks, sweet; people on the road playfully playing, occasionally a group of elderly people gathered under a few trees by the lake, it turned out that everyone was watching the chess game, holding a bushel fan, wearing a white undershirt, and watching the battle meditatively.
Chinese chess originated two thousand years ago in the Warring States period, is a cultural treasure of the Chinese nation, but the elderly favorite recreational project, not necessarily everyone understands, but a household name. Although now the uncles and aunts jumped up square dance, but this is also considered a new form of leisure culture.
The moment you open your eyes...
And then into the memory of the dream, "the river breeze whisking willow, under the tree cool not see people". The old man who told the story once upon a time is no longer there, but under the tree, he will leave his life's experience on earth.
The old man likes to tell stories, I like to listen to stories.
The old man loved to tell stories, and I loved to hear them.