Sometimes, I also want to dream back to the past

Day after day, we all seem to be accustomed to: accustomed to step in the fast pace of walking between two points and one line, accustomed to the big city erected countless forests of reinforced concrete, accustomed to the endless weaving in the highway car, accustomed to the elegant small town crowded, shoulder to shoulder holiday, accustomed to the colorful neon lights under the power of the era of sleepless nights. The ubiquitous tedium filled my senses of sight and smell. We all belong here and work, learn, and create with all our might for a better life here.

When I am idle, I always wish I could get out of the orbit of this age and go back to the ancient times. So the soul of the mind borrows the "Ether" to go back to the comfortable and unrestrained ancient times. I want to see that the magnificent grace, taste that desk elegant ink, listen to the heartstrings of the silk bamboo.

Want to go back to the domineering Qin and Han, like the red and black lacquer wood outlined in the dragon totem, like full of fragrant tea and silk weaving of the Silk Road, like the woman casually erected silk, flowing in the waist, vulgar to; want to go back to the power of the world's Great Tang, that is like Luoyang peony of the grace and splendor of the world, the world look up to the heavenly music of the Tang Dynasty, mixed with the Taibai spirits: "Laughing up at the sky and going out the door, my generation is not a person of Artemisia", with the old Du's bitterness: "Feeling the flowers splash tears, hate to part with the bird alarmed", but also Bai Juyi's "the same end of the world down people, meet each other why not have met! "The feelings, Wang Wei's" indifferent paddy fields flying egrets, Yin Yin summer trees warble oriole "elegance, all show that this Tang's talent, Tang's style, or is a flying neon dance and elegant zither rhyme, dance to forget, dance to the mountains and rivers of the absolute generation; also want to go back to the quiet Song, he was like an orchid, quiet to the bone, like the rivers and mountains of Kyoto. Outstanding riding and shooting skills, the tinkling mountain spring-like chant - Yuanqu, is the most dazzling medal of the Mongol Empire.

This former dynasty, there is a war, there is poverty and strife, there is also a threat to me, but he has a real life can not give me the quiet. There, I can throw off the shackles of reality and self-restraint, I can be in a mountainous hut planted with orchids, chanting Tang poetry and Song lyrics Yuanqu, spinning hemp, or in the boundless grassland horseback riding, to get the relaxation of the soul, enough.

However, everything is hypothetical, after thinking about it, we still have to continue, together will be traveling along the road of ideals, test, bound, tough, because the dream and love together!