Taken from: travel.jbea.net
My home in Suzhou, a place called heaven.
My childhood was set at a cable called "Lilac Lane" areas. It was a narrow alleys, narrow as to only take two adults side by side. It was a mysterious alleys, home and family were among the myriad small channels connected up the dark, when we are most enthusiastic about the game is hide and seek inside the little illegal channels.
It was an alley with the story, but it is really too small, did not understand when the big joke that people with ambiguous tone in the end what that means. Whether it is a kind of alley, but there carrying my childhood.
Six years old when I moved into public housing. Finally, Lilac Lane's memory is full of furniture, I sat in the car side of the yellow croaker waved goodbye to the junior partner, while no reason is called the parting of the kind of flowing tears, this is the first time in my life I know what injury farewell.
Once again, back is junior high school graduation, before going to Shanghai. At that time already knew Dai Wang-shu, know Natiao Rain Lane, and that deep lilac-like girl,
Like to be and childhood, juvenile, like so goodbye, this trip to Lilac Lane, I attach great importance to, and deliberately chose a rainy weather, specifically chose a windy day, deliberately stays in a dark gray umbrella, might feel that only this kind of gray from black umbrella to holding up the alley, holding up the feelings from my bar.
The umbrella stays very end, almost coming across people who look unclear. Want from drifting around like a lithe woman, with a little bit of fresh scent, it is what kind of flavor it? With the smell of the soil, with leaves clear taste, with a woman's modesty, with a sweet dream, ah, that is, the book went to smell the flavor.
In that rocky gravel walk, every step I thought of was running in the alley of the Willful, every step I took childhood to refresh their memories. The distance came the cries Chuanniang selling watermelons, it seems that the wind and rain are flying. Fresh watermelon, they always like to show me how to own watermelon cooked just right, so the knife to gently put a watermelon on the results on the entire melon with a small hole in it, Benglie to open to reveal bright red flesh and the black child, this time with the melon juice drip down is that our children's saliva had.
Summer is the most beautiful swimming, said five or six years old, my father took me to the middle of the river fling, a little splash or two I would learn to swim, it has been the most proud of his father, and even I admitted to university, do not, and then let him feel that bright face, he said, Suzhou, how can kids do not swim. Now the river has changed, the dazzling moss so that the river seems shrouded in mystery, nobody Xiahe, and it deserted, and like a lonely old people can only make the occasional passers-filled look at the frog would get bored.
Suzhou is a quiet city, because it is ubiquitous alley. Lilac Lane is just one only, but for me it is special, it carries my childhood, my youth carrying embryonic stage on the romantic fantasy, such a place, for me it is heaven, is a extravagant fantasies of any areas can be achieved, even if the side drifting across a clove-like woman would not have surprised paradise ... ... ... ...
Author: dellren123
