In Wuzhen drank a big pot of chrysanthemum tea, thirst, so一杯接一杯the drink, did not pay attention in the end is not chrysanthemum tea, perhaps a pot of Erotic drugged, put my heart to stay in there, to stay in those simple pure leisurely town.
Thousand years of wind and rain so that the wooden door slightly white, immortal, still stubbornly will stand in there, but traces of the years have become more Hsu, such as in his right, tells the story of the town. In order to brush the powder wall beautiful new white glare, too contrived, losing flavor.
May be a small town is still beautiful, leisurely, any time flowing, as if to absorb everything, ancient remains unchanged, Youran clubbing there. Qingqing town and the river flowing quietly under the bridge, a hundred years, two hundred years, and perhaps change his life.
There is a emotional start brewing, is Mind love is a kind of dependency is a kind of thinking is like love ... ... come home to. Spread, in the town, in the mind, take root, sprout, plate rattan, rapid growth, diffuse all over downtown Xuanmu, quietly settling the next Department quiet, quiet. Years to take away everything, today, yesterday, tomorrow, all the sorrows and joys were all watered down, leaving only a quiet sadness to yearning, nostalgia every day.
Sunset in Wuzhen some beautiful, golden sunset melting into the town all halo into the evening light and shadow, the mist and beautiful, reaching impossible. In this seems like the black and white in the evening, everything become nothing, just like a dream.
Would like to lead a night in Wuzhen, gurgling water in the River, and Chao Chao Dengying in search of a dream of my open heart, to experience the beauty of this blurred, warm in the slightest hint of bitterness tucked, moist appearance under an ice-cold The heart, as it is now life.
This said, the same good friends go, and go to their dreams, to sleepwalking, but unfortunately I am one who first went under, a rush, not ready. Playmate changed, the natural state of mind is different, and still dream, can not the original too much. I still look forward to that dream can be achieved, in the day, which at dusk, walks in the winding alleys Wuzhen it very far ... ... maybe, maybe not never have to!
Growing up, we have learned to give up, learned to regret that no one can really be used to regret that bar! Missed, and perhaps missed a lifetime.
Write very sad, this is my Wuzhen do? Lingering worry ... ...
癸未the early mid-summer travel Wuzhen
Author: zhangwen0716
