(14) Wood Hang Bamboo new [revised] 2003-12-24 15:32:25
Any friends have seen Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, for Chow Yun-Fat and Zhang Ziyi in Zhuhai in the fighting scene of some memories of that bar! Undulating waves of green bamboo, unpredictable, at the moment, the wind is no longer invisible, it is the embodiment of being on this piece of living things.
Walking for nearly 4 hours of mountain, and finally went to this hidden in the villages between Lin - wood pit. Heat in July, along the way, has long been exhausted, and I broke into a desperate farmers brazen to a bowl of water to drink!
Mother to pay 50 away, a human being. Her husband work in the city holidays, in order to come back some day sojourn. Knew I was play, and they keep me in that he will stay, avoid the summer. Unfortunately, even as far away as Shanghai, the annoying work, still can not get rid of. It was then that I learned, Shanghai Mobile's powerful, it can also receive reminders in the mountains of information return, but also be left out!
In the mountains, lying collapsed on the bamboo, bathing with the wind more refined, I slept in the United States and the United States on the one sense. Dream, bamboo dance, spring in the singing, my soul free of the body, I can fly, and float along with the wind! Sunset, and woke up again. Taikoudakou chewing the pay specifically for my mom cooked shredded bamboo shoots pheasant ... ... gone, or to go, and set foot on the way down the mountain!
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(15) bid farewell to the new [revised] 2003-12-25 14:45:55
Do not like the feeling of a farewell, never liked. Lost will always be turned into Chensha to fly into the eyes, and get's own ill. Hang back by the wood that day, but also my last night in Hongcun.
Unusual cool and bright summer night sky, one by a thin woven ribbons across from the south to north, numerous stars mosaic which, overtly or covertly shining! And a few friends meet by chance, supine bridge painting in the South Lake. Lotus bloom quietly interest-free, and I would so quiet meditation - Could it be in front of one Galaxy? After tens of thousands of century furnishings are still on the stars, only the canopy in order to illuminate the way home. And him? Also at the moment which drift in the corners of the world?
The next day, we are with gray backpack, set foot on their way. Good-bye - this piece of paradise in mind!
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(16) Conclusion of new [revised] 2003-12-25 15:13:08
Have always believed that happiness is a kind of sentiment. Although the process of experience more or less always have flaws and imperfections. However, when we began to recall the time, sedimentation in the memory are full of smiles!
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Author: kriseva
