This is a small town.
Dusk is approaching and the sun is warm.
Miscellaneous old houses, green hills and clear water.
One or two streets, three or two vehicles.
Groups of women talk about their time.
This is a small town.
It was windy, it rained, but it was always sunny. The sun is always reluctant to wet the people of the small town, but I am afraid that I am too enthusiastic to melt the ice-cream, from time to time to find a piece of cloud to hide the face of the children, quietly put some wind out, blowing a blow of the ash of the street trees, disperse the heat of the adults, scraping the face of the children, for the people in the field to come to the people, the wind is even more in their out of doors on the face of the hated can not be drilled into the clothes, to a close embrace it. But the sun is really like a small town, after a while, the clouds threw away, a pair of eyes curiously looking at the people of the small town, the face of the hot people rushed to hide in the house, the sun and run west, quietly tugging the clouds half-covered face, on people's eyes, shy face appeared a reddish haze. At this time people have come out, walking, chatting, playing, the sun is afraid that they run back, it is y hidden into the clouds, quietly watching the people of the small town, until the moon came to the night shift, only to leave reluctantly.
It was a small town.
The moss along the wall is a unique mark of the old house, which extends from under the roots of the wall all the way to a vegetable patch. The vegetables, planted evenly, the place, much like a small terraced field. Which family did this? And for whom were the vegetables grown? Standing on the balcony, you can overlook this small hill, you can also look into the distance of the river, there is always a leisurely fish above the general boat, dragging behind the rippling water waves, leisurely forward. The water is translucent, if you say suddenly launched a temper to roll away the swimming children, the people of the small town will not believe, not to mention the water's edge of the fishing weng, the view of the tourists, walking neighbors love to come here to play, all say that this water, clean and lovely, that is, it is also it, nourished this small hill, but also nourished the people of the small town.
This is a small town.
There are not many streets, neither wide nor narrow, and those traffic jams never happen. The people of the small town lived a peaceful life, and there were quarrels, just not many. After all, the small town is located in the middle of nowhere, and there are not many vehicles coming and going on weekdays, and they are not fast. People are always happy, get up early in the morning, running in the old street, to a nearby school playground exercise; also always happy, the afternoon in the home to sleep, and then go out, take a walk, gossip women always love to get together to talk about the day, the children also always love to chase and play everywhere; also always happy, the evening to the square, watching the jumping square dance, laughing together, together with the music.
This is a small town.
The beauty of the city is enviable. How like Tao Yuanming's paradise, so peaceful and quiet. I walked through the time-dappled corners of the wall, saw the sunshine and moss looking away, saw the old man and children playing, saw men and women laughing and joking, and saw the time of the long flow of water running slowly.
Just because, this is a small town.