On marsh New 2003-12-03 18:10:54
On marsh is Hongcun say a "cow stomach", and I think she is more like here in the heart - the life of the village lies. It is difficult to imagine if one day, Hongcun lost her what should be done? - South Lake Changqiao under there, red and white Ray Gang insects off.
On marsh is not large, corner to blue water, ring pro-shrine, Woyu between the distant mountains green. Legend Shisantaibao, guarding the pulse Aura! Whenever the night, the villagers prefer around her fragmented the sitting, or chat, or silence. Naughty dolls, frolic's leap into the water, attracting people's a laughter.
In fact, life is so ordinary, happy is so simple. Take a look at the rise, month above the marsh, then a small sky, turned out to be unreliable so bright. The stars overlooking the short life of the moon to witness the simplicity of happiness.
Blurred, I saw the bird on a boulder Huaguoshan and squirrels, they often sit in a quiet Laohuai trees into the distance far away. Day after day, year after year, finally one day, boulder good-bye to his family and friends, a man with a dream to a long journey - however, he will forget the happiness here!
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(10) Lei Gang Shan New 2003-12-09 18:46:07
Really forgotten? I fail to give answers! Is already the first few days, and only know that tired tired ... ...
Morning, dream himself back to the mine Kong Hill walking alone in the dense woods, surrounded by ancient varies, burst of cold wind hit before, and that mountain is covered with garden trees all over the world of the basket and began shaking up, from slow to fast, rate increasing the frequency getting higher and higher! Suddenly, thousands of cats, from the basket jumped out! "We are alive, alive, alive!!!" They look cold, acting in unison, shouting with me approaching. "Ah! Do not ... ..." wake up, only to find a wet pillow.
I do not know, why do this dream. I remember the first time broke into the mine when the mountain Kong, I felt it was a soul floating in many places, strangely chilling. Only later did I heard, Hongcun there has long been the custom spread, any where cat died, the owner will be loaded into baskets, hanging to a tree Ray Hill Gang. Weathered like the sword, a year or more, more, smelly rotting corpses gradually and finally disappeared! Eulogy to them only that quarter after quarter for the changing seasons.
Time will take away everything, pleasure or pain, love or life, regret, or complete. I put my broken heart Zheke dug up, put into the basket, hanging in the mine dried tree on the mountain post.
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Author: kriseva
