Impression, the hometown of the Xinjiang River willow bank smoke cage water around the clear water of the Xinjiang River, the slow flow of the millennium sings gently simplicity. Today, the traveler's mind lightly tread on the March breeze, linger in this impression of the hometown, and never leave.
Since that year on the bridge south of the city in a hurry to say goodbye, you will be your life into the overripe river, into eternity! I vaguely see the calm river slowly forward, that is the attachment of my soul. That the old days of white tiles and gray walls, arched bridges and pavilions, water swinging smoke wave, through the vicissitudes of the word of the Binhong Park, so that I remember, turn the wheel of memory, that year we held hands with peers, strolling in this, looking for a past, visit a story.
In every day of thinking about you, I always borrow a wisp of dense mist, touching the ethereal dream, and then hand cut a willow leaf, to dissipate themselves in the ghostly pipa, with the moist wind dive into the landscape ......
When my fingers slipped through the railings of the south bridge of the city, I resigned from the hustle and bustle of the red dust, pulling up the A sleeve of camellia's dark fragrance, in the distant Tang and Song poems shallow singing, a sing three sighs: "withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing homes, the old road, the west wind and thin horses. The sun is setting in the west, and the broken hearted are at the end of the world." Rowing through the river of years, I just want to quietly feel your presence! Although the heart is known to you left, but still can hear your breath!
Wandering on the stone bridge, as if into the myth of the long ago, just a turn, I clearly see, above the Broken Bridge, Xu Xian and the White Queen two love, stare at each other.
Standing on the shore of the water pillow, listening to the gurgling water rhyme, a touch of warmth, a touch of melancholy, a few points in the mind wandering, rippling dream. The creaking sculling sound, as if the footsteps coming from the past life, listening to my footsteps chasing you, really want to, borrow a curtain of smoke and rain, a pot of yellow wine, and you a drunken renewal of the past.
"Ask the gentleman can have a few more sorrows? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward!" Contemplation, stoop, pick up a piece of fallen leaves, gazing, far away, at this moment, I just want to sing with the wind ......
Listen, the rain gently beat the sound of the green stone plate, is afraid of knocking the shattered who's dream? Or is it afraid of knocking the pain of the loneliness of the person? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The morning bell and the evening drum, I don't know how many years have been sent away? I have no way to count, and no way to ask. Today, the rain is still the same as before, lingering long, just do not know where is the way back? The waves of smoke, this life, who is who in the previous life of the watch? In the next life, who will keep the promise for this life? A breeze, blowing away the rain drops of love? Fallen leaves colorful, messed up the music of love?
If one day, they are wearing a green dress, white skirt, an umbrella, not for the dust, not for the leaves fall melancholy, only in the rain leisurely stroll, in pursuit of the long ago serenity, hold a ray of sunshine, enjoy the scenery along the way, that is how a beautiful and romantic?
Today, I always can not find Tao Yuanming "paradise" under the pen of a cozy and beautiful? Is it possible that I am losing my way and letting me drift away? No, I want to continue to find in the dream, even if only a piece of peach blossom floating down, walking in the peach blossom rain ...... is that a peach blossom rain, drenched in poetry, mottled memory.
Smoke wave on the river, a vast search, the end of the world to pick up the memory, smoke locks heavy building. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. I really want to hold hands with you in the rain and smoke, together with picking up the years that have gone, and then warm a love story, to a hand, and the son of the old life!
Outside the window, the smoke and rain filled, the heart is calm as water, I just hope that someday with the gentleman walking between the mountains and water, *** enjoy the world of wind and rain, *** walk wind and rain life!