----- Foreword
Hangzhou, Xixi. Smoke and water, grass grows and warblers fly, smoke and rain is also dashing as the old. The hidden peaks of the mountains, the reflection of the water mirror, the embellishment of the rain and mist, the clear spirit of the bamboo forest, this nature of the green mountains and beautiful water, this Jiangnan story is so perfect, but I was alarmed to find that I have already walked into the story in the painting can not be extricated. I was so mesmerized by the dreamy colors of the mist and rain that my eyes had to stop just like that.
The bamboo hedge is winding, the long embankment is green, and the soft sound of singing comes from the wind.
Folding a piece of willow flute, twisted between the fingers, want to drip green coloring sky blue eyes. Just one look, and I was enamored with its unassuming atmosphere. Walking in this quiet path, many flowers bloom quietly, calmly, as if with the time has nothing to do with the earth, you come, it is gentle, you go, it is also elegant. Think of a small poem, "small knot thatched four or five rafters, Xiao Xiao bamboo trees with autumn smoke. Called the child to sweep the empty steps leaves, good to the mountain kitchen to cook three springs." I have been thinking about it for a long time. Suddenly, I thought, when can I get away from the chaos of the world, find a quiet corner gently, quietly. In the soft wind and blue leaves in the light song and dance, I do not dare to knock the rolling dust, for fear of thoughts to take advantage of the opportunity to enter. The scenery in front of me is full of emotion, and the thoughts in my heart are surging, and I'm left alone, as if I'm in a different world.
A song of a stream, a song of smoke, smoke lock Xixi, a small rain. The steps are dyed wet, and the color of the moss is getting more and more glossy. Occasionally, pedestrians hold up their oil-paper umbrellas in their hands and rush down the stone steps, looking back in the rain, leaving a smile. It's like a legend, stunning time. After a turn, only a piece of silence and Shaohua left, leaving me speechless sigh.
The rain wet clothes can not be seen, idle flower landing hear no sound. In this life, I would like to be associated with the landscape, in the heart of the construction of a corner of the peach, will be the green surrounded by the hut carefully guarded, not for other reasons, only to give the world of you and me shelter from the wind and rain, stop the blood healing. Just wait, when to go back, as an idle person, to a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds. I believe that after walking through the lake, the years, the mountains and the rivers, and after tasting all the flavors of life, my heart will be more vivid and clean.
Small bridges and flowing water, the old road west wind thin horse. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what's going on!
This romantic invitation with nature. Will you come?
The quiet practice of the road, luxuriant grass, in the light and shadow swaying, like a white mist dense lanting, such as the breeze as shallow and gentle, time as a flying feather, in front of the "swish" and down. Unintentionally, the mind has a collision shock: I really want to, pick a leaf of green color, for you, light dyeing fragrant fragrance, I really want to, with a quiet heart to listen to the hands of the sound of this leaf, carved down some of the things of the heart, the rain and smoke, drunkenness, Jiangnan.
The encounter with the red dust, Xu a stream of smoke and rain moist pen, pouring the city to write all the ink of Jiangnan, through space and time, sent with you. Walking in time, quiet as a vegetarian, shallow flicking prosperity. The only thing is that the hand of a blue leaf, so that people have all the beautiful reverie, the depth of the red dust, the idea of the gentleman as such. A leaf in the hand, it is better than the endless prosperity of the world.
Spring flowers fall out of summer flowers bloom.
The waterfront of the reed, the stream north and south of the stream, the green cover field, Nymphaea bloomed. As if there is a kind of aesthetic, is full of flow. The winds are blowing, the winds are moving the sleeves of the clothes, heh, all the lotus clamor, you are my most gentle one? I am holding a lotus flower, its fragrance can be scooped up. But no one back to me. Only a pool of lotus shadow swaying, like a great ink dense scroll, the rise and fall, dancing with poetry. Who is on the other side of the lotus pool, white clothes snow blowing a song of Ying Ying Gu Yan lingering. With the quiet beauty of the return to the flowers to sentence reading. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of you," he said.
People have already helped drunk, gradually become lost, do not know the way back!
"Sparse shadows across the water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk."
The sun is setting, the stone fence rest, the heart slowly become soothing, intimate, warm and serene. At this time do not want to think about anything, the sky is full of colorful clouds, the dusk rendered into a stunning ink.
Originally, some landscapes do not need to deliberately look for, has long been in front of us, until we find, only separated by a cut of time.
Afterword:
Backpack wandering in the clamor of the world, have seen a hundred flowers, listen to all the pines and waves lingering, "a leaf in the boat chanting again drunk, clouds and water, at this time to recognize the free body". I have a volume of Shibuijiang Hibiscus bloomed in my Xixi Jiangnan, that is a picture of white snow, hanging high in the top of time. I just want to forget the transition of the years in the simple light of day. With the heart of the footsteps, with a calm elegance, through the crossroads of time, in the depths of the red dust, so that the eternal beauty, all the way back to play. It is more in the red dust, still abide by that part of the innocence of the quiet good.
A volume of ancient wind, a curtain of Xixi rain, such as the beautiful.
Prayer: I wish the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the world is long and peaceful!
Zi Yan Ruoxue QQ：1043671195 Written on the bank of Li River in Guilin.