Spanning across the winding promenade with the lake with sparkling waves, deep look in, is one after another stone bridge to build up the link between the two sides. Simple alleyway and warm wind if not crowded friction in front of the road, maybe we will wait quietly until a lilac girl, to return the long-cherished wish.
People will always be willing to fall in love with beautiful things, like the dyeing workshop, the empty front of the house hanging long navy blue cloth dancing in the wind, the wall lazily climbed cloth vine green, like a dream to return to simplicity. In the exhibition hall stood a woman wearing a printed cheongsam statue, delicate threaded buttons tied diagonally around the collarbone, slightly girded at the waist, the classical color of lake blue with bright white patterns, highlighting the woman's exquisite figure. Bottom row full of zodiac models, small and lovely. There are also open flower umbrellas to warm the cold heart. At any time around the circle is exactly the same elegant, can not help, some of the fascinated. Out of nowhere, I remembered my own cloth umbrella at home, which was brought back by my father when he was traveling, and it seems to have the same pattern as this one. That umbrella is still quietly left in the desk, and my father in Ningbo for the livelihood of far away, although he has said that the guilt of not accompanied by us, but in fact I know clearly all the difficulties. The lines in the umbrella are like our real life, twisting and turning but beautiful, and the navy blue color of the bottom lined with our life, endless.
It's impossible to forget the people you're traveling with, the road you're traveling on, the scenery you're traveling on. If you are alone, you will feel the large town crowded with people are laughing at you are a passer-by, if you are quiet, you will also ride up the green boat ripples in the lake secretly launched idle whining, if you are moving like a madman scurrying through the streets and alleys also mixed fatigue. If you're a crazy person, you'll be able to run around like a madman without feeling fatigue. Together with a past memory, can be valuable then today and you meet the person, yesterday said again beautiful words are only floating through the ears of the breath. I'm sure you'll be able to appreciate it even more.
The April spring tour in the wind is very simple, and did not know that it was our first and last march together. Everyone's memories and collective memories are the same in the willow willow in the town of Wuzhen, and the days with you are happy and sad, and very cherish.
Simple housing is still open to the sun quilts, flowers in front of the door to the dark green town of Wuzhen looking for bright colors. If the clock is turned back, it will be the sunrise and sunset, living by the water, panning the rice and washing a comfortable life? It seems as if everyone has a promise to guard them. The circle is open to more than a few hundred stores of goods, specialty snacks, exquisite cotton clothes, cute dolls ...... That afternoon I stood in a sugar store for a long time, smooth sugar silk in the hands of the master shuttles, the two hands keep kneading and pulling apart, and then another hand came in, and they said it was the master's wife, who plucked the white sugar silk, and the master put and with the Crystal blue sugar cubes, tacit understanding in the hands of the flow just right. The house was decorated with a lot of candy, very fragrant, very sweet. This feeling is surprisingly smelled rather than tasted, and it is funny to think about it.
I think I'm even more in love with a gallery that sketches you on the spot. In the hustle and bustle of the environment there is such a quiet waiting, waiting for a very small painting gallery, waiting for their own interests and talents, how nice. Look at the painting of the wind whisking through the chair sitting on the stool woman's hair, a wisp, winks in the Wuzhen ink-like atmosphere rendered vivid, heavy ink brush swept between the lips and ears, the woman on the paper all of a sudden vivid it. Listening to the sound of the bells outside the house drifting past, as if I have been pregnant in the heart of the graffiti dream, unrealistic, but still want to adhere to. If one day I can also paint your life, even if that day is a little far away.
The bridge began to heat up slightly, and the sweat on my palms seeped out slightly, and I was about to leave with so much sadness.
Moving away from the picturesque classical scenery in front of us, a hint of green points to open the ancient town leisurely, flooding the boat gently waved to the inside, goodbye
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