Located in the north of the ancient town of Dogjiezi village commercial center of the busiest intersection, few people know that the north of the ancient city there is an ancient city bookstore. Once in the Huai Gu Yuan, two ordinary house, a few bookshelves, a few tables and benches, thousands of books of all kinds, more or less readers. Every festive season, the fragrance of flowers here, the fragrance of books, in the rush to catch the flow of people in the ancient city street, where people bring their dreams here, although not a paradise of reading, but some people bring a dream here, this is the exploration , bitter with sweet, the road is always someone to go, the dream is always someone to try, no matter what you get, but also the flavor of a different kind of fun.
I heard that the arrival of many years of friends Mr. Shi, is the most beautiful scenery in the fall. Who meets who, there are many factors of chance, meet is the most worthwhile encounter in the life of the reunion, especially and a I admire the mentor and friend in the north of the ancient city meet, is a thing of luck.
Willow and sunny day, it is the time of the autumn good view.
Just now a word of comfort, do not talk about life gain and loss.
Salmon Nanyun poem, and left on the cultural wall of my North City bookstore, how fortunate.
A simple bookstore is the best way to meet friends with books and treat guests with tea.
Mr. Wang Zhifeng and Mr. Mao Chunping accompanied Master Miaodeng to the North Old Town Bookstore.
A guest from afar, and listen to the words of the deceased, dreaming of a hundred flowers, the world, chanting and listening to your voice, is how worthy of deep friendship of an encounter.
The sentimental courtyard, blossom and fall, do not know the fall.
Wonderful lamp Venerable Master, wonderful pen, have the fate to fall.
Yang Liu Yi clear and sunny day, it is the time of autumn to good scenery.
A word of comfort just now, no matter how much you have gained or lost in life.
Desert sand like snow, Yanshan moon like a hook.
How can I get the money to pay for this?
There is a dream, there is a love, there is a love. That person is not full of ambition, can not let go, who can do to clear the mind, anyway, Mr. Shi did.
The name of the ancient city of the North, the mighty mountain city! People outside the show, the big incense will be famous four frontier; famous town of Gu cheng, blue water surrounded by rainbows, rainbow bridge, the future is bright, cheers fly; mysterious Gu cheng, submerged dragons out of the mountain, the ancient way out of the mountain, Dongshan stacked green, if the wood into the forest, Gu cheng evening, bathing in sunshine, phoenix chirping sunrise, Jingwei Huizhou blessed my hometown; industrial parks, the water of the Qinpanjiang River rise, yelping! Heavenly grace; Gucheng Dam, the Royal Decree, God made, auspicious river, Furei place.
Embroidered Ancient City, the fairyland on earth, a paradise in the world; Pearl of the Water Country, both sides of the river, all the people of the autumn water, the virtue of standing all alone to spread their wings and fly high, and the will of the heart of the sincerity of the spirit of the art of the people to dance lightly and soar. The beautiful old city, the avenue is open to welcome guests, looking up at the high hill, the dragon's momentum. Old Dongshan, Tuzhu Temple, prayers and wishes, thousands of worship, a call. Smoky water is vast, Tuojishan Nirvana, meandering Kuangzhou; Tuzhong Mountain, crane hillock, the world, adhering to the spirit of God, ten miles and eight villages **** worship. Puji Bridge, Datong Bridge, carp flying through the gate, jump the Dragon Gate, a wave of curved water waves. Excelsior, colorful flags fluttering, Gai Shi heroes, wind dashing, the old theater singing opera, since ancient heroes more Xingyi, Taoyuan three knot righteousness touching the sky and earth.
Looks old and simple Puji Bridge, is the way to go home, you in the hundreds of years of frost in the generous, you are a long road in an indispensable scenery. For hundreds of years, you quietly guarded here, the years wasted, stripped off your beautiful coat, passers-by rush to and fro, Puji Bridge encounter, my home is in front of me, I stepped on the old bridge, greeted the bright sunshine across your body to go home.
The ancient thin Puji Bridge, erected on the Nanpan River waiting for hundreds of years, running water of time, the end of the road here, when I encountered problems to come here to contemplate. When I miss my loved ones to come here, see the valley across the green mountains, listen to the branches of the rustling sound of falling leaves. Lamenting how much of my youth I have wasted, it is only now that I have awakened from my dreams of red dust on an ancient bridge abutment. I'm back, I look at you, walk through you, looking for the look of your year, the old bridge, the old trees, the old road, and the spring festival, the flower petals left behind in the flowing water, the flowing water with it drifted away. I once wrote my oath on the bridge, vowed to meet with you for a thousand years also do not see each other, today I did not miss the appointment, thousands of miles of road at the foot of the road, the road home in the bridge, go home to celebrate the New Year, and again a family reunion, they wait for me to go home during the festival, stepping on the Puji Bridge to go home, ten thousand lights are also joyful.
The Nanpanjiang River surging, nourishing the north of the ancient city, the benefit of the north of the ancient city, ten miles of fertile land, full of flowers moist hometown, ripe rice. Chai Shihtan Dam, tall and powerful, pregnant Qiankun, vast river of smoke and rain. Embroidery, majesty, North Gucheng said: my hometown.
Xiao Xiao bamboo forest wind, fragrance slightly cool
Whose girl with a faint sadness
Ocean of bamboo, green stone into the road, old dreams hide wine fragrance
Bamboo forest wind, bamboo shadow, laughter sprinkled
Day and night lovesickness
is a lover flicked through the bamboo leaf green
Dream fairy God travel
The edge is like a breeze blowing into my heart
Bamboo leaves make spring flowers, hold an umbrella and walk in style
Look at the bamboo sea, by the blue sky, chasing the white clouds
You're elegant, elegant, and do not lose the backbone
Look at me infatuated, let my heart palpitate
Bamboo forest wind, an ink painting, branded on the earth and the sky
The paper is painted, the painting boat is the bone, the Bilu bamboo forest
The jade maiden blows the sheng song, the beauty is indescribable
Three lifetimes in the autumn, the legend of the bamboo, the bamboo story
Raise your glass and sing a song, I put the bamboo forest wind like a poem
In the depths of the heart gently recite
So few soulmates, the memory of the yoke
Sentimentality, the wind blowing the bamboo forest rosy
Let it be buried here, to know that the broken hearted people are still here.
I'm not afraid of the wind and rain, and the fall of the night
Drunkenly solving Iren's shy face
Love in the evening wind, love in the color of the moon
Faint, thick
Listen to Cindy, I hope that I'm accompanied by you for the three lifetimes and three worlds
The dusk of the bamboo garden, a wisp of wind, an empty valley
A few grumbles, or the depths of the shallow love affair.
It's a pity that we can't be like this garden of bamboo in our next life
The bamboo has knots, and it's loaded with things that matter to us, and it's reasonable
We can only leave shadows, and it's rippling
It's a beam of light from the moon, and it's a hide-and-seek for the breeze
The winds of the bamboo forests, the autumns, and the moon
How many things are there, and how many things are there, and how many things are not mentioned in our life
The winds of the bamboo forests are growing year after year, and the winds of the forests are growing every year
The bamboo forest echoes
With loneliness, a bamboo wind
Looking for someone, a word, a song
Listen to the melodious sound of the zither
I'm not sure if I'll be able to find the right person for me, but I'm sure I'll be able to find the right person for you.