How many times they want to pick up a pen, a note of these beautiful journey, but always because of a "busy", it would put down. Yi Mo is now raging out of the window, can not stop a lot of work down. That is the finally had time to look at the motherland, good aftertaste mountains, especially in this makes it even more cherished moments of life. Silver North Sea sand and waves; the thick snow to the high days; south of the bluestone and gray tiles; desert sunset Smoke ... ... like rhythm of the waves, waves flock to mind. His life for the first time my true feeling that life was so beautiful. At this moment, suddenly from the heart, Yes, deep down, a lot of attention kind of green. Is so quiet; so deep; full of vigor; full of hope ... ... and gradually spread, overflow into every corner of the soul. Think of it, it is my Dreaming of Jinguancheng several times.
Remember to Chengdu seems to be late autumn 1999, initially set foot on that mysterious Bashu the earth, started falling in Drizzle, the next is the kind of light, Ruoyouruowu, fluttering sway, adding to its ancient silence. In the school of quiet, the cars entering the city's depths. Along the way, eyeful is wet and dark green. Strands of rain drift does not seem to disturb the people's interest, the flow of people on the street shuttle still be as leisurely. This laid-back at home can not see anywhere else, this is probably the Chengdu people have been proud of the most able to enjoy life bar!
To lay down their bloated luggage, in this ancient and mysterious temptations, would be unable to exercise restraint, hastily thrown into the arms of her ... ...
Passed Wenshu Yuan, cigarettes Incense smoke, rain soaked the ground full of pink, yellow ... ... wrapped incense used in all kinds of paper. Incense burner, the studded with a wide variety of incense. High, low, and thick, thin, and as to, and scattered ... ... no smoke curl unclear. Censer before the peak and visitors crowd, some of which face the vicissitudes of the texture engraved; while others are a fashionable dress; some earnest to teach children, pious prayer; some pray together hand in hand, everywhere tenderness ... ...
Hit a car, we arrived at a young age is only seen in the poem the Temple of Marquis. Yuanwang go, indeed dense cypress; OK and close Bicao is indeed full rank. Surprise! Scenery remains the same thousands of years. Walking in the meantime, as if to faint to hear that the history of heavy footsteps. During vitis associated with birds, I wonder if it is not the preferred Oriole St Du had. When the eyes see the "non-belligerent military strategists since ancient times, then beware of Shu," the couplet, we also deeply aware of their unique culture have been here, surrounded by tight.
In Chengdu, also went to a lot of places. Forget the quiet mountain town Qing; forget Xiongqi Dujiangyan; forget the streets full of Lane's mah-jongg table; even forget hong TANG Chuan Chuanxiang boiling water ... ... However, the most let me forget is that thatched cottage.
Love Chengdu, favorite is a thatched cottage.
I remember the day to the Thatched Cottage, it's still light rain started falling. Everything seems to have been the rain, the strands of rain drift, combing the handsome, smooth. Walking forward, head of the reach of just sheer verdant. Dark green trees, green bamboo, grass and more that Yin Yin domesticated hen. Grass is very long, winding hanging, soft spread of the shop. Each leaf on both Zhuiman the broken bits of water drops. Is the rain? Is the dew? Or heaven planted ... ... It is this grass green, filled with trees of every Chushan stone left a gap. Wet your, the full, dazzling ... ... tipsy sway people's physical and mental. Walking halls and dormitories, walk through pavilions, it is always in the heart of a green and rippling.
Garden there is a small lake, the lake has a bamboo-built Chinese Room. And Kotake bridge, like the one covered bridges. Kotake sitting in one of the chair, in front of a few bamboo placed on a glass of pale green tea. It looked at a handful of tea smoke, smell, kept trained on strands of the tea, it still looked a little green lake. Fun drizzle down the meantime, the slightest ripple, tenderness Xiang Xian, just like static. This strands of rain drift, this tea, it ripples, this Green ... ... so precarious is also quiet down the mind to appreciate this ancient center drunken atmosphere of God-ning's insights on life.
Today, Jin officials often midst of their dreams, and my heart will still thrown Napian total quiet green.
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