Farewell to the Wei River, leaving the ancient city, with yearning and vision, through the Qinling Mountains in many long and short tunnels, all the way to the green filled with eyes, finally came to Hanzhong. With the back of friends, wandering in the city of Hanzhong, standing in the center of the street, the heart really want to shout: beautiful Hanzhong, I came.
The heat wave came, it seems extraordinarily sultry, sweating, really regret, asking for trouble, sitting in the China Mobile payment hall, do not want to move at all, my friend saw my confusion, signaling me to go, I was in a hurry reluctantly out, all the way south, across a bridge, the bridge abutment on the bridge: "Tianhan Bridge" in the sunlight glittering with gold.
The bridge is the first of its kind in the world, and it is the first of its kind in the United States.
The journey of the tired, so that people quickly into dreamland, a wake-up call, has been nearly dusk, along the street in a snack bar to be a copy of the famous Hanzhong noodle skin, the taste is really true to its name.
The river breeze blowing hair, in such a riverside walk, under the foot of the fine sand and gravel, under the sun's incubation also seems to spit out the mood, which is after countless trials and tribulations and pain stranded in the shallows of the plaintive ballad, their forgiveness, so that their own phantom childish footsteps sense of its serenity, mysterious. Sunset, countless sparkling light spots, this variable object, let the thoughts fly, make the language pale.
Standing on the banks of the river, looking at the river and listening to the water. Approaching, it seems that the water is static, the small fish in the water at large, the water turquoise green, blue intoxicated.
When standing on the upper floors of the river, a glimpse of its charming scenery, exposed to the river grass, a clump, very chic, to the quiet river add a few portion of lush, extreme eyes, sparkling waves, in order to feel the water is flowing from east to west, in the distance, bifurcation, a to the west, and the large tributaries to the northwest direction of the flow.
The mountains are verdant in the distance, and the blue water is long in the near distance, which is worthy of a small Jiangnan.
Any strong summer in the shade of the riverside silence, the blooming flowers let a person have some pleasant mood, flying birds, skimming the surface of the water, resting on the shore to drink water, trees on the robin chirping vigorously, the asphalt road seems to melt, the car stereo in the romantic music, seemingly so boring, a bottle of water, is the real needs of life.
Contemplating the summer riverside, the flowing river water is so pure, enough to purify the heart.
A touch of sunset puts the slow calm also hangs on the sky. Those evening wind chasing love, their burning red undershirts, let you think of yourself back then, the heart can not help but a little pale, once a little warm, can only be stranded in the memory.
In the river swaying reflection, those beautiful mirage, like the ink painting of the rainy Jiangnan, so realistic, so elegant and serene, as if in Jiangnan, not in Hanzhong.
The setting sun, like the Venetian merchant Shylock as stingy, it is little by little to put away its last bit of gold color. The lights on the bridge are on, and the neon of the night is flashing, picking up a pebble that is not too big in the hand and smashing it into the river, and at the sound of the ringing, the water splashes. The ripples swept away all the beautiful illusions, ripples take advantage of the darkness of the night, quietly buried the mirage of dreams.
When a familiar 'melody slowly ringing in the wind, turn around, has been the bridge south of the square, set up along the riverbank, lush weeping willows diarrhea soft green, dancing under the neon lights swaying, in addition to belly dance is now mostly popular in a variety of dance styles, here can be appreciated, the south bank of the Han River in the night, along the banks of the walks, fishing, playing Tai Chi, riverside barbecue, that wet! cool drive away the inner restlessness ......
Remember, ten years ago, is also such a hot season, all the way north, the car casually stop and go, passing through Gansu, Ningxia, enjoy the scenery along the way, once in Inner Mongolia's river-loop area, Bameng there under the embankment of the Soap River Bridge, through the wire grill of the Yellow River embankment, with hands I scooped up the muddy river water and drank it down, and the memory of that muddy flavor has settled in my life. Now, standing on the bank of the Han River, and once again a drink, that clear and sweet aftertaste, so that my dusty mind, once again washing ......
To be able to drive the river of life is not easy, excluding the impetuous, close to the deep, the initial human nature and the pure beauty of nature, ten years, in the middle of the obliteration, it seems that there is a kind of predestined thing to hold me back. I'm not going to be able to do that.
From the Yellow River sediment, precipitate my pale life, and now, with the pure and sweet water of the Han River, wash the heart of the tired and full of dust.
The dance music of Qiaonan Square is still reverberating, the night dance, still beautiful, neon lights under the dance partner, as enchanting as possible, health, happiness and happiness is their eternal pursuit.
In this hot summer night, I thirst for tomorrow - a misty rain, drizzling rain, holding an umbrella, looking for an ancient alley, in the depths of the smoke and rain, looking for a Daiwanting pen with a lilac sorrow girl ...... to enjoy the Hanzhong food.
In the next year in March, the grass grows and flies in the season, together with the Hanzhong rapeseed blossoms ......