Jingji eyes swept out of the window to those so familiar to modern architecture, as if life of those innocuous passing stranger, I asked myself, I really have to do Jiangnan young dream?
In the Zhejiang branch of the end of the seminar, an entire afternoon wandering alone in Hangzhou city, street by street to walk aimlessly, heart nothing thinking. The afternoon sun, the warm speckled clothes. No genre of the voiceless ears, faint ringing of the car, flashing traffic lights, hurried people walking, cars such as the water Ma Ju-lung is Hangzhou's face, this dream many times, I imagine the face of the south, and most provincial cities in China has a 65% similarity.
Body, the more real integration into the Hangzhou Xuan dust into the heart, more and more distant from the dream of the south.
Dinner after midnight, was beginning to rain, rain, thick, the rain, if the smoke Ruochen Hangzhou. After dinner, take a taxi to the downtown stroll, rain ran increasingly large disturbance of the taste of a good mood the night in Hangzhou, Sui You travel back to the hotel, meditation read portable Mr. Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey", the window, is off the south of the rain. Juvenile southern rain, bringing back memories, is in the distant western Yunnan, the green camp, in countless poetry, the south tonight to listen to the rain, colorful moods seem to have returned hazy juvenile time, vaguely see my 12-year-old When girls pristine face.
Rain, the next for a whole night to read "Dream Lake", the thought of tomorrow will admire for a long time to see the West Lake, I have some faint excitement and restlessness. Got up, opened the window, the window night rain, such as silk, Cecil and heart. Was transferred to the body, but also in the lamp continues to read "Dream Lake", unwittingly fall asleep.
Wake up, have been quick early morning 6 o'clock, the rain continued, hastily got up, ride through the green of the rain, Hangzhou, rushed to the concept of Su Causeway Lake Chunxiao.
Inspired by fog wet paths, is to hang an umbrella, a Dai Wang-shu "Rain Lane" in the Youzhi San, the rain gently into the willow-shaded and Rain in the municipality of the Su Causeway Boulevard, south of the misty rain, thin, the dense dense, the Rou Rou, the leisurely manner, falling.
Jiangnan Yi, the most is the Yi Hangzhou! April Jiangnan Rain in the Mist, which is a season of people Thanks for the Memories.
South of rain, this rain in my life I do not know how long, under intermittent, a dream from my youth, from childhood barracks in western Yunnan, endless, fresh and dripping.
Bought a West Lake scenic area map, this is my travel habits, scenic must buy a tour map. Lake guide map is a map of my collection of one of the most handsome, beautiful West Lake, Bi Yong Cui-huan, south of the appeal of Island, Yue-ran map.
Dawn burst on the scene in the spring did not Sudi Xiao, Cecil thick rain mixed, such as Jin, the rain fall softly Department, if the smoke and dust micro-Yang, dream smoke. Sudi the two sides of willow shimmering, breeze blowing slowly, Liu Si Shu volume erratic, Yang sash Qinggemanwu, occasionally stirring up YANG Hua-like raindrop, floating down the pedestrian's face is the slightest tenderness.
Xi-I will carry on, Yang Liu Yiyi, the most hi Sudi Avenue willow tree, Nen Nen, the dazzling, the Qing Cui dripping and vitality! I would not help lamenting the rain, Yunnan is a shame for plant kingdom laudatory, Snow Big Spring City in Kunming, spring-green grass, gorgeous flowers, but plant flowers and trees in the park only to see it only gathered in the bright colorful Expo, the city green belt less was poor, roads on both sides of the viewing tree, often covered with dust, dark green leaves, the plateau in the naked sunlight, there is no anger bowed.
West Lake in the morning, smoke, water, indistinct indistinct, blue water and micro-pan, tower set off, just like a classical Su Yi Chen initial makeup woman, expression lazy, UFA clouds, dress floating in the air, resplendent smile, if peach Yan, Lian Mei Shen Danru Lines of Flight, slightly rippling blue waves and the most is the West Lake was smiling a charming atmosphere.
Think that we are hosting the Games this morning, the travelers as early as De Du West Lake, West Lake, he did not expect overnight travelers long friend, umbrella, wearing raincoats PLC Lake of the River View Sudi Chunxiao night, endless rain south, so that thousands of miles from those who wanted to put the first ray of sunshine eternal lake freeze-frame flutter of travel photography enthusiasts empty.
Rain, a painting by Fan, leisurely floating in the West Lake, the wind fluttering again, rain again Xiaoxiao, Yan Liu Sudi 6 Poetry and panoramic view of the bridge.
Boat leisurely Rain in the Mist, as if a hundred years ago, see Su, great poet official here, coincides with the lake bed silt deposition, water turbidity, the poet lead a public building water conservancy projects, dredging river lake using the dredged mud to build a turnip into a line of about three km long embankment, after the man-made flood control to commemorate the poet's performance of this embankment cordial called "Sudi", Sudi West Lake Chunxiao become the most beautiful landscapes.
Boat leisurely swing too Santanyinyue island sludge aspect, pedestrians find it difficult to walk on the island, Santanyinyue beautiful, and later people, perhaps only bordered by a lake the distance, in a dream, in the photographer's art in the Remembrance strike.
On the water's clarity, this time in front of me than the West Lake Erhai Lake in Dali, pearl Fuxian central Yunnan, as if heaven and earth difference. "Yan-Qing Fang lake full of water is good, the rain has kept the empty mountains strange and trying to turn over West Lake, the total affordable wiping thick makeup," Su traveled to the West Lake of the improvisation of the century later, became a brilliant cultural landscape of the West Lake, Hangzhou young and old people have encountered this poem Chukouchengzhang, pride was palpable. If it is not on the ground, I really do not believe, not just this green oasis in a rippling lake was once even in my dreams, jumping in my poem, buried deep in my mind West Lake! Ming Zhengde years, there was a poem made after the Japanese travelers visit the West Lake: former years have seen this lake map, do not believe in this world for this lake; today to fight from the lake before, painters still owe effort. Wanted to come to such a beautiful West Lake, after which only predecessors in poetry evoke Qu Fu.
Shan Xi wood are wooden sticks, mountain water, the soul soul soul of all poetry, thousands of years, countless literati of A Beautiful Mind, beautiful poetry, beautiful landscapes of the South! West Lake, the history of too much smoke and dust deposition has become a symbol of southern culture, a history of China's most brilliant cultural landscape.
In the rain, out of the painting Fan, independent of the ship's side, he served as Cecil Rain in, gently floating down a little of my hair, my dress. Jiangnan Cecil misty rain, so at this time I slightly lonely, independent of the rain, watching endless time and space. West Lake in the rain, cloud steam-Xia Wei, lakes and mountains, a dream like magic, smoke, such as Jin, like an elegant volume of Chinese landscape painting, in the vast endless space and time extension.
South of the rain, but a dream, a poem, Cantabile, such as the rhyme! This rain, this life in the rain, in my heart, dreams, vivid poetry dripping over the years! Today, I was finally able to in this poem in the misty rain, round the south a dream of my youth.
West Lake of the Shi Jing, by its name, has been overflowing poetic, beautiful and breathtaking. Lake of the distance, broken bridge under construction in the Lei Feng Tower can still be seen, that large comes, white fluttering, White Snake, Looking back at the broken bridge in a smile, and Xu Xian Fate decides Sansei; quietly awaiting the Evening Bell at Nanping At this juncture, gently struck, awakens deep in my mind for a long time dream of juvenile southern; curl smoke zheng phonology in a luminous moon from the Pinghu in bringing a slowly took off; Shiratsutsumi its winding road, the poet Po Chu-i normal hit floated in the "shop a setting sun in the water, half-howling half-Jiang River Red" throughout the poem slowly to the dream of the West Lake ... ... all those who came in literature, music, song Fu, Geographic magazine appear in landscape, place names at this time endless Yiyi came to me!
Rain Central West Lake two hours later landing Fan painting. Fan turn out of the picture, the rain, along the West Lake toward Yuewang Miao.
Rain, the more the next larger, visitors, more and more vendors hawking sound, tour guides explain the sound of one after another, quiet lake began overflowing with strong business atmosphere. All the way to walk in, there have been vendors to sell to us West Lake tourist souvenirs, from a variety of grades, and brands Longjing tea to the silk embroidery, ranging from 11. More over-enthusiastic traders, pull our being, having seen too much commercial enthusiasm, we are simply to turn down. A woman all the way persistent, Mu rain as I walked the road for nearly a kilometer along the way about the Hangzhou customs, the rain, I slightly guilty, they followed her into the shop to buy two sets of "My Fair Princess" Children silk dress, be counted as a memorial to the south.
Entering the Fou Temple, a sense of historical vicissitudes of life from natural sneaked into my mind. Small disturbance Pavilion, look unremarkable, but because of the evil known a witness to history. 30 fame dust and soil, cloud and 8000 miles on a lifetime of Loyalty of Yue Fei to serve the country, in the brutal battle of political struggle and the right to become a victim, at 39-year-old Hidetoshi, in the storm Pavilion generously die a martyr, his short life , in the small temple Yueyang enrichment. Yue Fei's death, future generations will be condemned by Qin Hui and other historical couples such as cast iron, so that they permanently knees in repentance tomb of Yue Fei, wind and rain vicissitudes spurned any of the people! If the hero Jiuquan have known to be smiling men, and Yue Fei's tragic life, Treasure of the Sierra loyalty, to the West Lake Roumei a touch of faint redness of the skin infected.
Human beings now, will eventually become the clouds of history! "After the little people from the Song Dynasty cypress, I went to the tomb, surnamed Qin ashamed!" I photographed the three of Qin Hui condemned by history rusting, naked knees of iron, like to have written an article in the distance Yue Wangmiao Friends making a fuss with map. A white wall of the "Loyalty Country" characters, we face a serious left photo, each face full of frost, in the wounds of history where this record, no one could laugh in the rain Perfectionist.
1 Qingshi witness Lin Hejing "Fragrance floating dusk," the wisdom of the hermit, the West Lake, leaving his wife Tsuruko romantic stories of plum; Xiling Qiao, Su Xiaoxiao, "where they tie the knot, under the Xiling Pine" Beautiful Feelings thin clouds, the short may Dew ... ... the West Lake, a lot of history and culture sediment in which too many people to an upsurge of romantic celebrity Peng. Rain, a long time the PLC West Lake, I could not bear to tear themselves only in the moment to do a southern affinity that of the visitors that dream of the pioneers, to see these Yilue go back after the rush.
Away from the chaos of the crowd, along the lonely Hill Road, and we go quiet in the rain Gushan, Lingyin Temple, klippe, unconsciously, the whole body is sub-humid.
Rain south, most are annoying moods Mu rain and the line, young dream Jiangnan misty rain, dreams of rivers and lakes in the world, it is so slowly, slowly, from far and near, from the distant youth to adult, from the dream to reality, infinite grace in the face came to life ... ... some memories of starting a large a large land space, hidden shade; while some memory, then gradually I remember the water to leak out, fresh as yesterday, a moment, juvenile era Jiangnan all the yearning, all the expectations, into a myriad of poetry rolling in the rain, almost equal to my heart!
Young dream, Jiangnan dream, the dream of this life, there is no waking.
Author: weiwei286
