First arrived in town, an instant away from the hubbub of the flat by an atmosphere of wonder! When a person is sitting quietly clear trickle of water before you watched it the silent silence, watching the shore, lush willow, watching a simple light blue women's shoulders and back of the Dongba baskets and walking has been witness to the Qingliang the history of slate on the ground door to door to sell their own vegetables, you're not familiar with the accent would become a temptation to introduce reveries, point a cigarette, drinking tea on a snowy so deep in thought in the,,,, ,
Noontime sun seems to be a Yonglan magic, those domesticated puppy limbs open, bleary-eyed Woyu the edge of half-open eyes-closed gate of that pipe colorful pedestrian, even if longer or shorter lens sizes , endless clicks the shutter sound does not enable them to transform cozy sleeping position. And visitors have been hypnotized like a hurry to find nothing left of the bamboo chair, stretch the body, enjoying the rare sunshine of their city, a hard hand the beauty of the text passed away, a beautiful melodic music, you and the table in full bloom The Blossoming of the Camellia also into this quaint little town in!
Walks up the stairs, vancomycin floor that the long stone steps, straight Sabina, of that dark light can not pass through the atmosphere and the building to re-Dongba culture, rich paintings carved beams set off the foot of the column cross skyrocketing large research Town! Banko House lawn in condescending look of the town quietly, silver belt-like streams, and the twilight of the sun, happy Fang Fang beating in the forest agile figure, as well as quiet a distance like the patron saint of the ancient mountain, all your thoughts were to stop, are you unaware of the passage of time, you do not live or work pressure, you do not have any responsibility, obligations, rights, just what you all your own, and this is enough! ! !
Little lights in the night hours under the eaves of the town, and a gentle breeze swaying endless, slow the pace of the rush of tourists to enjoy the full moon an ear if the implicit if not melodious Qingliang heard the "Rippling Brook" Melody! Life Is not such a reversion to the flat in the do! ! !
The early morning, I left the town was still sleeping, I am reminded of Chilean poet Pablo Neruda's lyrical poems of other ancient and calm in my mind: I like you calm
I like you calm, as if you have to leave
You listen to me from afar, my voice can not touch you.
If your eyes have already Runaway
If you kiss closed paying lip service to.
Like all of my heart is full of
From which you emerge, full of my heart.
Dream of the butterfly, you are like my soul,
Wan Si gently melancholy.
I like you calm, as if you are in the distance.
If you are lamenting, a butterfly is also like a dove cooing.
You out from afar to listen to me, and my voice reach you:
Let me in your silence quiet inside.
Let me talk with your silence,
Silence like a bright light, such as a simple ring.
Has a quiet and the stars, do you like the night.
Your silence is star, but straight away Tiao Tanzania.
I like you calm: as if you have to leave
Far but is full of sadness, as if you are over.
As long as a word, a smile, is sufficient.
I was happy, and he has not really happy.
Author: lazio1
