Yesterday, went to Wuzhen.
The decision to go, just want to look at the siege of their release and hope, can begin to change, breath of fresh air.
Is absolutely typical of a small town son, went to black and a small mezzanine floor, there are wooden ride, black tiles of the roof, the real Linshuei door, we saw tourists but not the town people. Those people?
Of course, some people still live, because there are blooming flowers, there are waterside drying clothes, as well as the occasional smoke curl. It was so quiet a town son, quartzite of the road, I thought I would be impressed, but not, Xinruzhishui. Perhaps the tourists too much, my heart was out of the crowd outside the bar.
Walks away, open the door Xu Yan of the gate, an octogenarian lady-friendly means of a corner, said: "the toilet is over there." I was suddenly almost in tears, probably pushed the door to all those who are for this purpose is the bar! But I just want to look at her life. She is at the table eating, white rice, tofu and eggs, not bad. She was very old and ugly, as if youth had never before, in the house all dark and there were shares of smell, the wall hung a big funerary. Of course, that should be her lover - the lover who has long gone lover. I can not Xinruzhishui, perhaps so that they love this town acquaintance, and quietly walked, they separated the yin and yang, two sector. Elderly people are very calm and friendly, but I unusual bitterness. From that house came out, my tour is no longer just, I seriously feel the town which hosted generations of emotion, and this town are the same age, those who died to get out of people.
The numbers in front of a row of houses has attracted me:
"Should be at home on shore Bridge 33"
I do not know why, feel this should have the inside story of a very vigorous, people forget that while the town I remember. The house has long been uninhabited, I am still persevering through the crack of the door in an attempt to see what was going on, but Kan Bukan are the same - because nothing at all.
A piece of paper stuck on the door, reminding tourists: do not take the same route back, over three bridges, a very bright future. So after a three Xpress-way bridge.
Is one such, once known, it will do, fate do?
Passing contradictory residence, to even this point of view of interest are not, nor is it I originally came, and for whom? For yourself! To many ordinary lives.
A high stage, one woman come out to sing "also cloak", rough husky voice, the movements and sturdy, colorful a Basin Series, many people intentionally or unintentionally, in the audience stood, not knowing what kind of mentality is to look at. I asked friends: "she happy?"
"Do not know, I hope she was happy!"
I have deliberately approached the audience, watching her hand, very rough, can be seen that she was not young. So alive, okay?
A peasant woman in the get cocoon to cocoon the child thrown into hot water, and open sets in her fingertips, inside the chrysalis thrown aside, it is ugly, breakout smell of urine smell, which is the original source of silk.
Maybe a lot of things or superficial understanding of the good, No wonder there is such prior Nazuo Taoist saying: people have a thousand true, the days are a calculation. Let me also think of the phrase: human a thought, God laugh. Of course, perhaps my grasp entirely misplaced, but there is nothing wrong.
The town was perhaps there are some specialty, such as rice wine, cloth, wood carvings, hand-weaving and the like, but Shanghai seems that there are a lot of destruction of all sense of the idea, "modern" make a lot of things neither fish nor fowl, nor even the collection of necessary .
I did not secular, right? !
In this way this town has completed, there is not much feeling, I would not dare pray in the moment of precipitation.
Left.
Is not nothing, not a lot of harvest, which is normal, and I failed out of their own.
Just calm down, very quiet.
I fully understand the sentence: "I am pain cry, but innocently, laughter,"
Is no longer smile, because we wanted to calm down and heal the hearts of a little Zhehen to give ourselves to re-start.
Yesterday, after Wuzhen result of their own.
Author: laixilj
