At that time, the texture of the porcelain, like my twenty-year-old skin, blue and white color of the gorgeous flowers, such as my twenty-year-old mind. She and I together, laughing at the youth like jade, from the deep depths of the lilac blossom lane in Jiangnan, swept the wings, flew out.
Segments of the end of the road, still walking; deep love of the homeland, long tie heart. After many years, in the displacement of the post junction, organize the tired bag, the bag still have porcelain sound like chime, and my heart, there is choking in the throat. In the pale night, open your hands and reach out, the night rain in his hometown, along the face of Qingsu, flowing into eternal tears of hurt. Reach out and hold your arms full - the foreign wanderer, hate can not, embrace a cavity of hometown smoke and rain!
Embrace a cavity of hometown rain and smoke, warm me half a world of cold. Jiangnan spring depths, Yao Li green mountains, right dragon misty. The air in the countryside is sweet, is the last life of the village girl's beautiful green silk, silk, whisked over the face of shyness, it powdered the village of peach and apricot branches. The air is so sweet that it becomes a mother's milk in this life, dripping under the eaves of the city's lanes and alleys, and moistening the March dream of the pink walls and tiles.
I came in the misty rain in March, stepping on the song. The banks of the Changjiang River, rain like willow, willow, there are flatboats, loaded with porcelain, sailing along the water and go. The city alleys and lanes, the memory of the green slate, stained with traces of green moss. High walls and deep yards of the ceramic workshop, there are people boiling. Sweating workers, hand kneading, foot stamping - that is the Kaolin clay it, up to the nose, smooth and soft in the refreshing rain and smoke thick breath! Occasionally, the rain clears up. With the moisture of the clear sunlight, from the roof of a few pieces of glazed tiles, colorful slanting light into. Creeper climbed the wall of turquoise, small flower bowl planted in the colorful bright, in the turquoise wall above the beckoning full of smiles. I was in my mother's swaddling clothes, singing loudly. Who understood me? Head tied with a blue handkerchief of the mother, patting the delicate child whispered, "I cub is wanting to grow up ...... to use that kaolin china clay to do rouge platoon themselves?" Painting porcelain sister she a few more rowdy, neck like a swan, brush like Malang. She listened to her mother's teasing, silent smile, look up a few eyes mother, and side ear listening to the swaddling clothes in several delicate cry. In a short while, the blue lotus leaves will be in the hands of the painting porcelain sister on the tire vase came to life, and a drop of crystal clear water droplets, depending on the side of the lotus. The water droplets, full and rounded, is a child crowing as a song of joy, the spring of the rhapsody; the water droplets, clear and transparent, reflecting the elegant charm of the blue lotus leaves, pointing out the sweet green of the March rain in the porcelain city of the south of the Yangtze River!
I longed to go back to my childhood hometown in the old dream. I have traveled all over the world to see the world everywhere there is prosperity, prosperity everywhere, without my floating roots. My roots and soul, in that breast name Changnan 's town. How many detained travel alone, lonely mind, think of that hometown of the distant mountains with a smile blue water with love, clouds rolled clouds at the sky high blue as a mirror. Chang River is long, like a beautiful belt, winding and winding, in countless nights and tears into the dream. The old dream of the hometown, in fact, is a party of elegant classical silk handkerchiefs, cloud light and wind clear, moonlight white silk handkerchiefs on the bottom, a few strokes of pure blue and white, will outline a city of poetry and painting landscapes, full of belly spirit show chapter.
I often, after a deep sense of fatigue after drifting, followed the dream to return. The dawn of the new century, the light of my hometown. Chang Jiang River, flying rainbow bridge; city center, spreading green grass like a leisure plaza; West gate of the welcome road, porcelain sacred torch raised; rain fell in the silhouette of the street lamps, blue and white lampposts silent, the millennium of the glory of the collection; Lotus Pond, there is not old slanting sun, fan song and dance, egrets in the forest sang happily; ecological road, porcelain paintings, wall wall, smiling proudly towards the sky road, there are trees to shade the sun!
Who, my hometown, called the beautiful girl smeared with pots of ash? Pot ash easy to wash, natural beauty is difficult to abandon. What's more, the beautiful mountains and rivers, there are still orchids. Jiangnan Porcelain City, hometown rain and smoke, is a bottle of wine treasured for a thousand years, the old dream of intoxication; Ting Ting new clothes, still porcelain song singing, elegant fragrance. Euphonious guzheng on the rise and fall of the jade finger, accompanied by the blueprint of the city's construction of the point of view, look at this day, the blue water above the line of the dragon boat, charming still, under the blue sky to take the imperial kiln, and then resounding!
I drank the good wine of my hometown, drunkenly traveling thousands of miles. And drunk and line of text, book into the Changnan children's honor and glory, book into the smoke and rain misty a flag, hanging high in the willow branches on the banks of the Changjiang River, the wind and rain sound, homecoming - want you.