Old and quiet town, a man walked with the hungry, will blend with nature's own heart, which used to be I have always dream. For Born in Shanghai, length and Shanghai, never even crossed the Yangtze River, the land of China to see another round of landscape, for me, to flee Shanghai and already had lingering in my mind. Finally I took the first step, left Shanghai, came to town Xitang.
I am greedy sucking with her in the city I am familiar with can not appreciate the atmosphere. I do not know words can be used is the youngest of her description, because I am afraid too poor vocabulary can not describe the beauty of her 12.
As an out and out the southern girl, I seem to be a natural affinity with this town, because the rain had unknowingly Jiangnan will track her with my life, coincidence, as if I have in this life for a long time, only occasionally to sleep go, wake up until the remains are those familiar with Jiangnan.
At night after midnight, quietly sitting Wu Pengchuan tail, listening to a wooden paddle and issued by the creak sound full of strings of red lanterns along, give the first sound of reading aloud the night sky breeze was blowing from, feel the gentle river with my feet play. At this moment, I only wish this time of coagulation in the moment and put my thoughts into a summer night's wind and then, warm red light, flashing the stars, or the gentle river. Noisy nowhere on earth to follow, but no desire only a peaceful world. Moment, I suddenly thought of Su Shi's song "Shuidiaogetou" exactly "明月几时有? Wine ask blue sky. I wonder if heaven palace Jue, Jinxi yes what years? I go back with the wind, but also fear Qionglouyuyu , standing above the crowd. dance clarify the cloud, what appears on earth? "
If the night is quiet rivers and lakes rather than assertive, as if everybody in Purdah lady, then she's morning was lively but not lose Aura, like my neighbor's Xiaojiabiyu.
When the first ray of sun shines down, the town is also a result of her waking up. Shrouded in a hazy mist around, so the summer sun becomes soft again. Leisurely along the narrow guxiang, stepping in the indigo-colored bricks on top, bathed in mist became tortuous because of the scattered sunlight, slowing down the pace unconsciously, with the pulse of the town moving.
Bridge sat quietly, watching a lot of attention after another ripple in the sunshine sparkling. Boatman shook first rowing, people on both sides of the river also came one after another began to meet another day full of vitality.
Xitang town I was told the night is the most romantic, and her early morning in turn is the most viable.
She is like a beautiful, graceful, romantic and sentimental southern woman walking on the twists and turns Yingyingchuochuo the alleys. From her is so near, but always found her a new side, so you ecstatic and can not stop.
I'm the guy poisoned, and the obsession for her, crazy, but enjoy it, unable to extricate themselves.
Author: lili_ylm
