In the days can not be a long journey, the memories of my shoes, I am marching toward its poor water mountain complex.
Last night also reminded Shanglinhu, the starting point is still bumps in the dusty, bumpy end of that expression also remains indifferent to the concrete dam, and the crest on the remains of my eyes closed, because of the delay could not bear to open their revisit numerous times so I clearly understand that their own in front of everything, see all this as well as moment after moment forever. It was the Xia Zhu Taotie not bear can not bear to face the food is the master sword out of the challenge could not bear to bear, but I can not bear to face Shanglinhu eyes open for bear.
Shanglin lake, Are you brewing millennium, the only star in my moments moo Enlight fall to my left lower eyelid upper eyelid speed, flying into the wind in my hair on the temples in the posture, falling into the water, splashes of water droplets hanging in my eyelashes on the bark of this piece of heaven and earth moist, and still my eyes moist.
The sky is cloudy, is the kind of yin water soaked; water is water, is mapping the sky filled with the kind of clear. Then the distance between Tianshui several Aoyama casually to a lying, near several Mariner casually to a park, as well as the boat the last few boatman casually to a legislature, but it is by a little, Tim a very chaotic, and both were out of dust, the Entering the painting to go, it is exceedingly jealous. So trot forward, only the first step in cross-board to go, a sizeable honor to make this painting stroke. Just set foot on the bow, the ship spend a lot of flash, your body will naturally Yidou, but it gently Yi Dou, seemed to shake off the dust of the one all the way to exhaustion, as well as the busy I would so want to drive a leaf boat floating Gone with the Wind shook to drift with the tide went.
Boatman of Artemisia annua point, the lake like a mirror on the forehead wrinkles out of a ray micro-knit the brows, Shanglin Shanglin ah, we so easily went into the light unhappy do you?
Zhe Fan melancholy think it must be then stored in a circle like on the soul, light clouds soul Celadon Da-qi-ri, but I do not know since when, months slowly crumbled into the light, cloud gradually converge into the water, while the light and water, then this piece of Yingying Tang Chu of the lake, and only those full of their minds, but to say that after listening to the wind. Yes ah, the Shanglin lake, I like a floor, the wind from the mountains with the deepest of the fragrance and wet across the lake bottom, in the floor in a room for each echoed the feelings that some can Your eyes becoming red-hot, speech has become impetuous, footsteps to become cluttered words.
What is the wizard never sleep from the lake into the hearts of my heart, with the sinking of the call. It is not sleep, but for my arrival, or for one with the sinking secret. Some people say that if death is a mystery, then the burial is a secret. I picked up a beach in the lake various porcelain, which wiped the TANSEI lying still in my hands has Zhitou dorsal metacarpal of the coolness, I strongly believe that it died at the same time, more convinced that it has been hot fiery birth and very inviting jade The I. I may understand some of it everywhere various porcelain fragments by the mysterious death, to distinguish it from freezing up in both hands have never had a life of loess, as Shanglinhu with buried secrets come to distinguish it from those who die have not had memories of some lakes.
Is bound to be recalled, however, a heavy, heavy too light, even in the arms of the lake can only fall, although sometimes slow the speed of falling in the water as if freezing the end, they will never be able to pieces fate. It was so thoroughly broken, then the land absolutely, and yet so obstinate, so that people are surprised and shocked, the only option Yanmian away. Can not linger, not nostalgia ah. I went to a rush among destinations, not even ask what the ferry, which carried me to leave a memory, would they do to another.
If it is a passing away the memories, then this is a sleeping memories. Afternoon daylight like Juan Juan's footsteps, hovering between the fence down and Tseng Lan, but also the first stop in the streams and ridge edges. "Young people ah, young people have gone to town to go through!." Under the eaves of the white-haired old lady take a look at it lowers days, as if the sun is already very familiar to her like an alien even worse than our own. While the total wind blowing from the lake to the fall, but perhaps no one would care, in addition to the corner of the white flowers, silently blue, quietly withered, it has been picked up, but it was soon forgotten in a dream. The village was fast asleep, and occasionally stretch the body when it is awakened by the sound, Could it be sleepy.
The lake breeze can be blown off my weariness, but never does not blow away my memories, I am a little upset, and trapped in the memory of my heavy, even in October, also played the idea of water. The lake close my feet in the circle, there is a blue forget to stare me, like a enchant. So I think I entered it, so I off my shoes, my memories ... ...
Lamp in the mirror I clearly reflected on the same face, wood table, bottles, brought back from the Reeds Shanglinhu still hanging their withered hair, there is an aloe, I do not know when it falls on my arm but ranging from I sway, but also moments away.
Author: Jane_z
