Morning, the road has been sounded out the window of the quartzite footsteps quietly in bed days has also just daybreak.
Turn a body, bed board creak Ya Ya's ring, and linen friction with the arm, with a rough texture. September of Wuyuan Li Hang, Fenbi cornices of the old house, at this time I feel extremely clear, but Also distant stranger.
The morning after the rain the air Piaodang a moist water vapor, the distance was a layer of mist hanging over the Castle Peak, faint revealing touch of green.
Quartzite road after rain washed or oily oily. At this time, Li Hang, the best people on the street are not more than a small quiet street, even the wind is gently blowing, if the wait until 9,10 am o'clock, the whole village up on the excitement.
Lee pit is actually a very small village, built on mountains, the village has a stream crossing, thus got a "water bridge" and reputation of the village there are some well preserved buildings of Ming and Qing Dynasties, attracting numerous visitors.
And visitors are numerous scenes of scary, and the bus arrives, busy from the village and spread to Murao, like a summer thunderstorm, when it comes to that, Xili, after a while, one finally fog lifted, the sun, or so leisurely The shining, empty and down the streets, a man, could not find. after all, be unable to cope with such a hustle and bustle of the turn of lonely, this time, favorite is a wooden pavilion side entrance to the village rice fields.
The wooden pavilion was built village in a large rice field edge, and here the old house is not old, only the old can no longer be an old water tankers, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the crowds, leaving only the green rice fields and boundless tranquility .
I remember someone said that "the quiet rural town will always be the treatment of a recipe for the dry movement," and then the static, when the solitude still wonderful, just a quiet sit down, the heart will slowly settle down, and many normal do not want to touch the past, will be with the immediate beauty and by the wind, so that the static makes me feel extremely relaxed, I just want to get back to the precipitation of such one of the most primitive of their own, clean and thorough, without a hint of decadent impurities.
In September the wind, it's still playful and hot flashes, and in September Lee pit, it's still quiet and noisy, and I, into this rhythm, to stay in Lee pit.
The most beautiful time in the evening, watching the sun sink, the sky started changing different blue, first faint blue, Hyun Liming Lang, and slowly they became blue-purple, Shensui charming, completely black until the day , and the stars came out, and soft moonlight diarrhea over a land of rice fields has been closed, ear, and a gentle breeze, burst of fragrance.
Close your eyes, already feel the moonlight, Li Hang, only a burst of warm, slowly I am surrounded by ...
Light, and when Wuyuan quietly faded in memory, when the rest of the Daoxiang only in September, still faint fragrance to dance.
2004.4.4
Postscript:
A few days ago and friends said Wuyuan Wuyuan have come to realize I already have three years from the distance, and when the friend know that I went to visit Wuyuan actually only pits Lee, she just stare at me with your eyes, that expression, I do not have to describe, first sharp, then was complaining, and then a sigh, I can only fear and trepidation of the sitting to one side, ready to receive the most severe criticism and education.
After a long time, she emitted a "how did not bring me."
Alas, faint ...
Author: fufu1
