19th September 2003 - 25th. September 2003
Waterfront Diaojiaolou, stone alley way, there are those purple-green Tuo, or even just a pair of simple sandals, when the mind can no longer withstand the bearing load to imagine, and finally, on the Phoenix all the thoughts, impulses to success Lane leading to the border town of Fall of a ticket, for the time being to placate me sinking, restless young heart.
Walking in the mountains of the road, but an exception was unfamiliar familiar, as if his is "the man" Today, again set foot on the Return Journey, as Chen Lao said, "Phoenix is able to settle his luggage the most reliable and most comfortable place "now think about, they would understand, the original settle down is none other than the baggage of life. Finally, into quartzite paved streets, almost dusk, but also go along with the rain, such as cotton, Chuan Lin threshing, Phoenix breathing, in my listen attentively in becoming more clear, though, she has been waiting for my arrival I dance the hands and feet of the tread of the, awkwardly in front of me in her excitement.
Look for an old house in, different kind of Diaojiaolou, but a trace of the old house, like a heavy breathing, a wanderer's heart suddenly down between the law-abiding. I along the wooden staircase, up the stairs, standing on a spacious drying stage, months of fragrance and water rushing toward the humid at the moment together, so direct, so honest, no time to prepare, the journey will be dumped into the careless lazy river at the end, forever buried. Han Yue Liang Lu, helping others sad thought, suddenly remembering Chen Lao, "8 Jun map" in that phrase "a forgetful person, if the firms want to 'happiness', the first should learn is that forgetful." Come to think of themselves This is an unusual awkward students, a long time, still learning no complacency.
A long time to standing, even made me forget the hunger Tao Ran, simply look for an old boatman, tonight, let Tuojiang for my welcome home bar. Mottled wooden boat sitting on the river listening to the distant echo, he seems to read the behavior from the vicissitudes of life is a bit old, was removed over the centuries and witnessed the number of mass annihilation, the surface thin weak, actually represented the reality is always the part can not be destroyed, like the battlefield was trampled Ritmeester not fall in the grass stems, or a rainy night where the lights never be blind, weak, but with the power of Yi Gu stubborn to me recount everything. Lights sometime, I saw my childlike eyes filled with curiosity, as if played in Chinese parasol tree listening to Grandpa tell stories, but at the moment, is listening to the river hidden deep in the history of the secret. Heroes, bandits, prostitutes, sailors and writers, each one face, are simple to talk about the parable of life, about the Phoenix beauty and distant, however, no one could tell her the truth clear, and even the pen Shen Cong-wen They looked a little of the difficult and awkward. "Looking back has always been bleak Office, go back, and no rain and no clear" - that is Phoenix, the imbalance between the helpless get the balance.
Quiet night, the sound appears to be highly unusual penetration, it is particularly crisp, when the dial on the hour and minute hands will overlap when I heard someone call, "Tracy ... ...", thought it was sent to exorcise, Shun reputation go, fleet of several one voice called to a Picnic This understood, the original is that they themselves described as "Tracy", I asked: "Who is Mary Rose, who was sent to exorcise?" At the same time recruited a beckoning, be regarded as a return gift, not wait for answers , I pulled into the world from a different world, a world of Tracy.
"This guy may never come back, maybe tomorrow, come back." While waiting to become a luxury, who will be in the wound cardiopulmonary utterly in the dark is still struggling to move forward? You ignite the boiling blood, that the torch, every step is like a step in the tip, the Zhuixin pain, waiting for your death but also heavy Que Shibi despair. If there is such a person, then it seems that the world has remnants of a belief in something called, remnants of a little deep feeling, but I am not such a person, so I am not, "Tracy." Waiting is not a modern character, there is no confidence, there is no patience, I am not ignorant, but not limited to fearless ignorant ones? !
Late in the evening, I still can not get out, "Tracy" world ... ...
Westerners through the night to extend the life of Asians in the early morning care, so that the chaos in our lives than Westerners, we have longevity, slow, and it can not be happy. When the distant sky began to whiten, I have the whole wood using spheronization walk on a long bridge erected. Blue rivers, old Diaojiaolou, jumping rocks next to the trace and rubbing clothes kneeling on the riverside of the woman, the human voice acoustic ring fly Miaonv of Kushiro on the bracelet at the stone impact, forming strings of silver bell hop waves splashing beads, Tintin Dangdang Tiaola on the water, life with the rhythm and flow of wrist Bay, which also blending a deep sigh and a slight sound, think about it, this is a silent flood the premises for many years, the vicissitudes of life have seen how much ah.
Western Hunan, this legendary piece of land, there is no Jiangnan refined, nor the vast northern territory, but I feel the simple but never her perseverance, abnormal deep.
Inspired by the foot of the closely-packed gravel, like the little bit of string, can not read Braille, when I distanced and Phoenix, but also stopped the imagination to life, back to life, watching the direction and the direction of walking again become the same, different only over a forbear of life, to calm down a secret impulses.
Thank you, Spirit fire like the Phoenix, so my thoughts simple, state of mind become transparent.
Author: zihan_lee
