Phoenix Tours - is home of the River lost me, and I have lost river home
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----- This place is home of the River lost me, and I have lost homeland River (Huang Yongyu)
Perhaps it should not use Mr. Huang Lao word for head, would be the desecration of his artistic conception of the elderly. However, the place and text driven my thoughts, but also gave me the same feeling, so simply written. We look to older people do not blame,童言无忌is.
That is not my hometown, I know it has become the scenery never come back. The older gentleman's painting is not always sought, but still leaves me with a trace of vision as set foot on the thoroughfare to the Phoenix.
Turn on one side of the mountain in the evening, any kind of transport can be fast asleep, I, actually in the eyes open at the same time, saw Nazuo small town does not seem small and visitors to, it actually has the small square lively foreign drama. Suddenly disappeared fog Aizhai highway of regret, PM De Ben Miao Village would think that really brought me Chaorun of the air, then discuss three baby food呀. . I really do not know what the outside world has brought you? It should have simple heart A. . . Is it also became the scenery never come back?
Danian not yet been finished, just junior high. Unfortunately, the mountain river and Deben market we have not had to drive, not to mention games to play Bian Bian. Gate Hongqiao under shady I can not face that had been occupied by the "prosperous." Because they are not alone to visit with stunning festive atmosphere has been accompanied by eight partners, we do not live in Tuojiang others, but away from the Hongqiao close, unfortunately, can not hear Tuojiang with my daydream.
Night inside the Tuo, vague shapes of the tower and Xiachang 10000 China Pavilion Dengying. I support the shelf at the other side sat a while under Diaojiaolou, Look at the boat Bang Dengying where the low-light reflection. Until the group came to sit off the coast, bustling lifted out of the master's tables and chairs, preparing the tea made by Huan at the riverside. I became back only to find a pair of lovers fellow electric bulbs, though not with a flashing (;-))。 Inspired by the stone road look for my "great force" telephone contact with the Cabanatuan in the Hongqiao through a heavy smoke, snack street, he saw two MM surround the "head", each holding a "bamboo stick "There are other things that matter come at me enraptured. . .
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We thought it was eat, eat correctly predicted that it is not brought to cheat us digest. Cutoff, it was found that they actually in the hands of two escapement is the red flower lover. Foreign section also inquire into here, in the overthrow of the head of flowers Mid Road Gang Yu, actually he plausibly. What did you say just do it just to pacify. This guy, the "behind them will take," is suspect.
The next day early morning, of course, be the first to透透Phoenix air, love to color or darkness in the morning to find that point in the still faintly of "Homeland" shadow. This "so", just to recognize it as "original" meaning, there is no place of birth identity. So, love hometown, as much as possible to find its shadow. The head followed me, help me carry the shelf. . . Hmm. . This does not alter the impression that he left me yesterday. . . Ha ha ha. . .
Shun Hongqiao north gate terminal, and although they walk in the other side of the north gate, they can more clearly see the Diaojiaolou Hongqiao bridge. . . Feet are hanging logs, support of these Mulou, slightly more helpless look, probably never bullied Tuojiang it, but either they know that it is felt that years of flow marks. Therefore, the formation of those plaque slowly mottled lighter wooden images Diaojiaolou contiguous is not long, slightly farther away from the Hongqiao, there is a new gray floor, white plaster can be regarded as the handover. Yan Xia is on Diaojiaolou exposure clothing, blue green color of old bruising back in the river under the beautiful version. Can not see the person inside the window flour gradually further away from the Hongqiao, and go back to Hongqiao Look at the yellow and black. . . Shore, a pear tree innocence I suddenly fell into it. . . The kind of life on the screen where it is impossible not impressive, especially under the sun at the moment there is no scenery.
Landscape and art begin?
Happens this way there are still blocks of "blessing" word wall, really blessed - a pair of line of road along the old couple, the kind of deep feeling envious of me, and with the vision of those with an emotional two gray blue in the pear the set off of faded. Where to stay to recover eyes is green Tuojiang Ben Zhao Hongqiao away, what is not my hometown, moving the person away, what is not my enemy.
Passing through a Tian Jia Citang, as if had been subsequent occupation of public passengers. Upset of the roof, enough to prove that no one in charge of a once flourishing. Inside the door of each house camp, is not easy to door into the room Shun turn into the walls, which actually retains a shabby stage, not small, empty, and next to banners, may also be used to hold open-air of the assembly. Yan Xia's All for the wooden structure, and board while on the ladder, door that do not live window fan has paste, broken windows seem to want to front-line sun into the room to waste a lot of tie him down. That look, I can put themselves together with those extracted by the sun of my hometown.
Unfortunately, God did not give me this opportunity. The head and my skull-bone on stage, I found a white powder on the wall actually have a stroke, he painted a Block Stone Arch "rainbow bridge" may look like the old Hongqiao bar. Cute chalk to the vitality of this stage, the edge has also added a mask, kicking up my support on the shelf, hoping that I can take away home audio love.
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Is the sound situation or Yin Qing? ? Anyway, the sun father really would not occur. We would also like to bridge the Southern Great Wall of yellow silk. So say goodbye to the scenery here, -----
Yellow Silk, head of the bridge in town to know two fourth-grade sister, informed of the results here and there near the village - groove-liang, is said to have dressed the Miao girl. The excitement, we are clear with the sister song away. Slope Department, Loess, schools, and cattle. . . His sister was told not to local governments, and then shun the previous mountain climbing, simply do not see shadows. We have come to the ridge, it is not clear what kinds of what Guzi up. Do not remember who said one: "how a little sister in front of two small-ah 。。。。。。" as Wang
This may have also been lost is our hometown river causes.
Hill above the few households, but also did not see the dress, but added saw down in the fields where pigs Gansu milk feeding mother is using her 10 lovely baby, each rounded, Hantai full. Long on the two geese, arrayed pace is almost like a "hit" in the mother pig's head, Heng Ha's running the road. In the absence of a greater harvest at the same time, I like the yellow earth on the batch that wall. Let companion shouted for models, exercises Portrait ---
Do not know if the head of our practice, when Kacha done. Anyway, once again saw him, he is front of the house Zaoqian and back to our old man speak. Sven's glasses piece outside light in through that hole at the same time, I can not look at his eyes would say. In the house in a dark, vaguely have charcoal, I left the house of a dwarf bamboo chair to sit down and found the old man's body had been stood Zaoqian busy, then busy with my eyes, slowly adapting the surrounding environment that may not be the dark.
Old man on the side, is equivalent to the kitchen, which is probably some firewood and kitchen, and some feeding. Where I probably should be considered where this reception room, and underground charcoal squatting a head on each side of an upturned pigtail girls tied up, there may be five years old. The dark, she was relying on charcoal, is in the hands of the cardboard tear some Yingying, seriously very, it seems very laborious, but do not like, and who is angry. Funny she did not speak, nor is it because of fear of strangers, but the idea of self-serving, perhaps, a small change in the head. Window and then ran under the skull-bone found fault, it just hit the beam through the Mulan in her dark hair, I tried to search the depths of his memory Mulou skylights shine down under the ramp, but can not remember at that time head what exactly loaded with expectations.
She would look at me one, but not much, we are far from the hands of the board without her lovely. The snacks also gave her the two lead the way, "Wong two small" took to go, she did not care, the original thinking of the river in my hometown of mind will continue to flow, but I know, I have been its loss of a.
Ciba old man home to eat a good, round a large palm-like hard-glutinous rice cake in the pan Zizi's singing. We have not have been more saturated saturated when the old man's daughter, that sweet baby's mother has also given us to the bowl Tim. Sticky affection and enthusiasm can not be attached to people put off, although the language is not very able to convey his ideas, but the head appeared, and the old man's son can already call each other brothers. There is still little girl in braids doll my mother's arms, may be less than 6 months, actually opened his eyes and we smile, it's a beautiful doll. We are happy to surprise her smile became a group, like tight.
Time, also in the loss of the river and had to take leave, we propose a photo shoot out. Old man may be a long time had not felt the excitement again, and looked a little excited. His son had been due to work accident left this world, It was reported that only gave 1,000 yuan pension, less the two incompatible. Hoary body has been over seventy years of age, they are still carrying water pick brick living. Anyone who has black hair and white hair who does not crush the will of the elderly, the elderly still have a smile to us, there is love for life. He was the only daughter has married into other villages, and comes back accompanied his father on New Year just met us and really fate. We also like New Year's walk-laws, a delay with the old man laughter, the delay of the reluctant parting.
Fate has come, but also grasp the final release. Otherwise, the fate gone.
To leave the ditch-liang, unless waving hands. To leave their loved ones, to know where there home.
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Shan Jiang, stone arch bridge, probably because the old man's passion and let us indifferent. This day last night, we returned to the north gate terminal. Tuojiang in fading light, there are statements in the current wave of inviting everyone along with it get in the dance, that moment, and scatter them having a clear defense of the woman who let me have it was Phoenix's shadow.
Lost river of my hometown, no one knows how long a shadow.
Mr. Huang Lao may have no idea, home of street signs from time to time there will be a photo of his, as a hometown to show off, hope it will not become another layer of meaning.
Several of us see the costumes, because there is no Miao girl in preparation for today's Miao clothes to wear at the port to try their own skill, put on that silver gray body. Twilight too, agreed to dress up and dress up as early as tomorrow. Ever since walking in the light of the north gate on the road, imagine the return of the soldiers may have been this way, to return home with injuries. Yes - not killed in battle, was to return home.
Ciba has given us can not imagine the energy, it actually felt 7pm is hungry. All the fun had to return to snack on the street, that thick smoke, can not be expelled our stomach desires. A dime a string of beef strings above some small toothpick-like braving Meat Loaf (and perhaps not enough on the block, also a girl then the size of a little fingernail cover), which can be reversed back to pride. . . "To 200 strings." Head tirelessly to give us went across the gnocchi Tanqian to the gnocchi, add BRANDIED the gnocchi, I like the kind of pinball without filling the same trumpet, and cried. . . "I want to add eggs." And the head should be, we are enjoying themselves to eat.
Head of love to drink, where to drink the local beer. Unfortunately, can not eat spicy, but many lack of Hunan, and what do they got hot, and we laugh and play while he was, of course, boast of his head but also the benefits of the mouth. He would be happy to Xunxun Ran, natural Shoubiao Yang may also be able to fill their stomachs. The most interesting is that in fond, we also remembered a few on the Mala Tang, sat down down and see the results of today's drivers, also sat on the edge of Duo-yi. Head of Canadian beer might be BRANDIED issue actually came up with the others: "is their own share of Lian Wan, and actually went to other stalls throughout the city has to eat it?" (He actually put the driver as a vendor at a stall just beef, string) Thanks to the lively market did not let the driver know to listen to his words, we are happy that he's the same time, be properly is meal reprove.
Fortunately, the head to withstand, "torture and tests," but could not stand to eat again and again we have such a temptation for him to eat. Looking for a reason and a beautiful MM of tea, etc. We first went to Hong Qiao, overthrow him aside, let him first no matter whether from the pain.
The restaurant Hongqiao perhaps I should not have said to the stranger, and that here too much, too much stretch of the imagination. But when I really see here, I know that all are not empty words. The wooden ladder up the entire side wall is a set of Wang Xizhi of the Orchid Pavilion Preface, the floor space is labeled as the above four or five partitions, each partition is flying here and ink landscape painting. Packing, weaving, some old stuff filling the frame under the tea table and stools on the Lin Chuang position, with more random. Tea is not much, except we have 32 individuals, scattered during sitting. All of which were given in the light of the mapping of light, in the end of the glass, I began looking for is said Mr. Huang Lao's masterpiece.
My old-fashioned one by one, after reading, they found that actually there is no real Mr. Huang Lao ink. Surprised, he asked that add to the fun playing, sister, and she told me that both sides in the middle of a revolving door. Once again, I look puzzled searching and found that the central hall, Mr. Huang Lao was 25 and never came back on the landscape has been cast in metal, hanging in the sky, no wonder I can not find the word painting. From the four doorways - "Simon Old House -" the hillside paths - "Then Palace Ting Wai St. Paul -" Yu Huangge - "Octagon -" Fu Gongci the back garden - "disappeared in the Confucian Temple Lane, -" the Confucian Temple Lane, an old house - "Stone Lotus House - "Examination shed hall -" Dike Creek Xue Qing - "Temple of Marquis -" Man Star Street - "3 Temple -" Therefore, after the flood disaster at home - "Wenchang Pavilion Primary School -" Mao's Home Street - "xingtan arch and the bridge - "Kindergarten -" Arrow Road, Ping - "Rock Brain slope zhazi -" Confucian Temple lane - "Lao Gu Chun Library -" north gate. These never come back even though the scenery has lost the memory of the Tuojiang could still brush her children will remember sketched out.
After the Remembrance of those lost in the moment without inviting everyone to look at the restaurants are. Open the little windows, so that the air on the outside ran Tuojiang come in, I could put it's arms. Tsui House wins in front of Mr. Huang Lao spare moment in this House, do not know if the old people said to him to say that the floor will also be lost here. . . . . .
Author: br22
