When I travel slowly north, and when I stood wearing a setting sun, the wind afar, when the plateau, spring from the east, over the original on Cong. The foot is a large grass, all blooming like a who inadvertently made a joke, all of them the Mid Road Gang. Extends from the front of the horizon is the leopard Ridge, is bluestone ditch, is the mountain section. Wei Shan is not rolling, but it has man's mind, silently tolerate the northwest wind whistling. Field of wheat is jointing quietly climbs the sun, filled with the fragrance of the atmosphere. Flapping in the wind southerly leap out when someone opened the distant voice is singing: "Red flower that yo, bright red, we seized political power, the leadership of Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao's leadership we seized political power ... ..." heart suddenly removed all burden, it seems there are countless flowers and green leaves on the rolling in the dew, is this actually feel a little blue on the original.
How colorful life, how much the Loess Plateau, the number of beautiful dreams, but also the number of the glory of success, so I am so obsessed with obsession, such as Shaanxi, love to the bone, one hair and can not accept? Climbed over a mountain road, wade through a channel of water, saw the plateau glory remains the same, but changed the desolate appearance, more sort of rich, are not geocentric Health and reverence, attachment of the heart, has repeatedly praised: Zhuang Zai, loess plateau.
2010年12月17日星期五
Zhuang Zai, the Loess Plateau（三）
Where in the folds of time, this piece of land in the Loess Loess have even lost their laughter, barren fields, lonely barn, open pasture, bare Kangxi and forgotten by the old locust tree in spring in the northwest wind, so sad it seems "sound dust must Xianyang Road" flavor. Autumn Harvest day is the shadow children, through the season, the door of a deep, running in the Wong Nai Tang Tang, the tired, tired of their ancestors to a look end of the village monument and listen to the chirping cuckoo Tears of Blood, eager to bring back the spring to its own small courtyard Paradise.
This proud and bare naked with blue veins of the Loess Plateau is a bloody man, is the uninhibited rough mad man, it is generous attempts sword of the warrior, even the most upright trees with unyielding backbone, refused to lean on fence climbing morning glory, quietly warm heart, but also stimulate the world's pride. Of his influence, the strength of the young man who's dripping with the mighty attitude drum tap the yellow earth, the sound of rumbling happy the mountains and rivers, but also vigorous life. Shaanxi is rich sounds of nature, quivering roar popular, which provide gowns, which Shuai Xiu, and that his beard stare completely conquered every audience, so that South appears to show no dramatic bone. With the drum, Qinchuan have a vitality, even the air is hot out. With the Shaanxi Opera, the plateau's life wonderful, happy to sing "Allegro", happy to splash; sad to sing "Adagio", sad to disappear without a trace. Loess Plateau have also more than that, you listen to listen to loud high-pitched Xin Tian You, you listen to listen to Ruqirusu suona, look Look at the window grilles gratifying fine, you will find a barren plateau effect on the lives later given the wealth, so that people in the Yangtze River Qianxiu all ashamed fascinated.
This proud and bare naked with blue veins of the Loess Plateau is a bloody man, is the uninhibited rough mad man, it is generous attempts sword of the warrior, even the most upright trees with unyielding backbone, refused to lean on fence climbing morning glory, quietly warm heart, but also stimulate the world's pride. Of his influence, the strength of the young man who's dripping with the mighty attitude drum tap the yellow earth, the sound of rumbling happy the mountains and rivers, but also vigorous life. Shaanxi is rich sounds of nature, quivering roar popular, which provide gowns, which Shuai Xiu, and that his beard stare completely conquered every audience, so that South appears to show no dramatic bone. With the drum, Qinchuan have a vitality, even the air is hot out. With the Shaanxi Opera, the plateau's life wonderful, happy to sing "Allegro", happy to splash; sad to sing "Adagio", sad to disappear without a trace. Loess Plateau have also more than that, you listen to listen to loud high-pitched Xin Tian You, you listen to listen to Ruqirusu suona, look Look at the window grilles gratifying fine, you will find a barren plateau effect on the lives later given the wealth, so that people in the Yangtze River Qianxiu all ashamed fascinated.
Zhuang Zai, the Loess Plateau（二）
Overlooking the Loess Plateau, a few glyphs from the Yellow River meandering through, the passion flow Bentu down, twists and turns after another, bringing numerous monuments: Emperor Mausoleum, tomb of Wang Zhaojun, Fusu Ling, Helian Taiwan, Meng Tian Ling are such as dust fall. If the Yellow River is the mother of Yan Sun, then the father of the Loess Plateau is a powerful and silent, with the land and water all the way under the impact of the Yellow River Mother, the exercise of the duties of husband and father. When he can not tolerate Chen Xialian to bear when the Yellow River is the mother of the children with the lessons of the flood as the date of the bullwhip.
Qinchuan expansive loess accumulation, dust, gully aspect, such as mosaic cross in the original slope of the surface aspect of the context measures, but little flow of blood. Jimu around, is a wall blocking the folder labeled with the wooden rafters more than a foot thick walls, is a simple cave Holes is a dolphin sky from the poplar, locust and purple parasol. Where drought and raging wind, the sun even more is to be as the power and prestige, wanton Chi-baked every inch of land, every drop of water were taken away as far as possible, creating numerous Oare, the great famine. However, occlusion of the land is so poor derive a group of heroic, bold, chivalric sons of the same color blue yellow clay-like flexibility of the skin, clank of the proud and hard rock-like, look just like a group of Terracotta Warriors of the back, side There are also bronze swords Thao empty bottles, always want more than two thousand years ago, toward the battlefield, adding rows to columns of our compatriots, for the glory of the war. There are no bridges, no willow shore, more rare genius and beauty, and more is the Central Plains of the king, bloody corpse of the fierce battle and rule as emperor V Chengjiubaye dreams ... ... for the nation and the people, who can armor set off the plateau, but also green lamp lights the yellow paper, reading holes, read Meng, thanks to Kuan Kung, care for the young. "North to the South genius" who defend the motherland, but also sorghum, wheat and maize, but also kind of regulation of appetite and pepper, onion and garlic, yellow earth will be hard for the fertile farmland, making the stretch of the mountain surrounded by mountains and hilly hilly and open the various obstacles during radiation also have a memorable rhyme novelty. As the old saying "the Poyi Suide Mizhi Han," speaks not just Diao Chan and Lu Bu, millet gruel drink highland woman wearing a jacket dajin sell off all of the Lotus in general, has always had Nongmeidayan, long face and straight nose plate plateau the men love the size of the bowl holding his head, squatting on the stone Gunzai established lying to eat steamed mutton, on the plain like the original Red Sorghum. Were deeply rooted in the plateau where a Wowo students, groups of death, not deserting our ideas, and no blame worry, you have a close, the heart will have a warm and comfortable.
Qinchuan expansive loess accumulation, dust, gully aspect, such as mosaic cross in the original slope of the surface aspect of the context measures, but little flow of blood. Jimu around, is a wall blocking the folder labeled with the wooden rafters more than a foot thick walls, is a simple cave Holes is a dolphin sky from the poplar, locust and purple parasol. Where drought and raging wind, the sun even more is to be as the power and prestige, wanton Chi-baked every inch of land, every drop of water were taken away as far as possible, creating numerous Oare, the great famine. However, occlusion of the land is so poor derive a group of heroic, bold, chivalric sons of the same color blue yellow clay-like flexibility of the skin, clank of the proud and hard rock-like, look just like a group of Terracotta Warriors of the back, side There are also bronze swords Thao empty bottles, always want more than two thousand years ago, toward the battlefield, adding rows to columns of our compatriots, for the glory of the war. There are no bridges, no willow shore, more rare genius and beauty, and more is the Central Plains of the king, bloody corpse of the fierce battle and rule as emperor V Chengjiubaye dreams ... ... for the nation and the people, who can armor set off the plateau, but also green lamp lights the yellow paper, reading holes, read Meng, thanks to Kuan Kung, care for the young. "North to the South genius" who defend the motherland, but also sorghum, wheat and maize, but also kind of regulation of appetite and pepper, onion and garlic, yellow earth will be hard for the fertile farmland, making the stretch of the mountain surrounded by mountains and hilly hilly and open the various obstacles during radiation also have a memorable rhyme novelty. As the old saying "the Poyi Suide Mizhi Han," speaks not just Diao Chan and Lu Bu, millet gruel drink highland woman wearing a jacket dajin sell off all of the Lotus in general, has always had Nongmeidayan, long face and straight nose plate plateau the men love the size of the bowl holding his head, squatting on the stone Gunzai established lying to eat steamed mutton, on the plain like the original Red Sorghum. Were deeply rooted in the plateau where a Wowo students, groups of death, not deserting our ideas, and no blame worry, you have a close, the heart will have a warm and comfortable.
Zhuang Zai, the Loess Plateau（一）
A deep breadth of the land.
Once, Yao and Shun in this country; Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs in this kind of grain; accommodating Daqin here Chengjiubaye; Han Wu Da Di's armored cavalry foot of snow was squeaky Helan Mountain; brave and skilled in this riding and shooting Hun Aspect-Benz; Yingzisashuang Xia Ning Sechuan raging along the square to the ... ... XI here recklessly wrote the Spring and Autumn Dynasty, billowing cloud of smoke left a huge history of trauma, but it is never obscure, as that is the honest and frank.
This is the Loess Plateau.
Everywhere Loess Plateau, Loess boundless, this loess is come from? Some say the seabed uplift, was said to be a large water will come, it was also said to be the wind blowing from the northwest of the Gobi Desert. If so, then how should the spectacle? The northwest after thousands of stone cold exposure million, and finally turned into the sand and loess, winter and spring when the northwest wind comes up, sand the leg a few kilometers, all the way from northwest to southeast Man Wu Qing Yang, overlooking the mountains and the earth, too close to the sun the moon, and then slowly came down, so from the northwest to the southeast, fine gravel all the way down, gradually thin down the soil. Wind flying hundreds of thousands of years, after the dust settles, finally imposing a broad body of Loess Plateau.
Once, Yao and Shun in this country; Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs in this kind of grain; accommodating Daqin here Chengjiubaye; Han Wu Da Di's armored cavalry foot of snow was squeaky Helan Mountain; brave and skilled in this riding and shooting Hun Aspect-Benz; Yingzisashuang Xia Ning Sechuan raging along the square to the ... ... XI here recklessly wrote the Spring and Autumn Dynasty, billowing cloud of smoke left a huge history of trauma, but it is never obscure, as that is the honest and frank.
This is the Loess Plateau.
Everywhere Loess Plateau, Loess boundless, this loess is come from? Some say the seabed uplift, was said to be a large water will come, it was also said to be the wind blowing from the northwest of the Gobi Desert. If so, then how should the spectacle? The northwest after thousands of stone cold exposure million, and finally turned into the sand and loess, winter and spring when the northwest wind comes up, sand the leg a few kilometers, all the way from northwest to southeast Man Wu Qing Yang, overlooking the mountains and the earth, too close to the sun the moon, and then slowly came down, so from the northwest to the southeast, fine gravel all the way down, gradually thin down the soil. Wind flying hundreds of thousands of years, after the dust settles, finally imposing a broad body of Loess Plateau.
Can not drink（三）
Wind have snow, colder winter was able to vivid, adding to the many people to stand up amazing story. Not to mention young and old well-known Liuyuexue, Diao Chan Frontier sadness and when the snow disappeared in a red robe Xueye the gem, just the wind Snow Lin Temple and pupil showing reverence for his master's in everyone's story left an indelible memory of the screen.
People love the snow, the poet is fond of. "Heaven Ning Xu Qiao, cut water for flowers fly." Swan Song is Miss Chang, is also a description of the most touching snow. "PC World Weng boat, fishing alone, trees and snow." Is Liu's classic poem painting, painting in poetry, people catch up. "Window with Xiling Snow ages, doors at Soochow Miles boat mooring." Homeland naturally full of anxiety the hearts of our portrait of one of Du Fu Snow; the poet Liu Changqing wrote: "Chapman heard barking. "is dressed in running shape when in the dead of night, a silhouette of a deeper, each time-are vividly remembered. Drifting snow nature poet of the pen at the end, there is beauty, there is cold, there are bitter. "For crossed the Yellow River ice Saichuan, will be posted on the Taihang mountain snow." Bai Li, Wang Xue students are unhappy, his sword to look around the heart at a loss, he exclaimed, difficulties in traveling. "Chang has the poor, is not appropriate for the Swiss." No clothes no food for the people feel worried about the Luo Yin. A snow gently brings tears in his eyes not only to the United States, but also damage the health of life-threatening. Love snow, afraid of snow, especially the aging and ailing people. Cold snow so that they can not afford the body, as one looking forward to spring. While spring is coming, no one can own budding leaves, and no half-valve can be opened flowers. But they still look forward to spring, fear of cold, to the neglect of a good snow Miyuki.
In fact, snow is no good or bad in nature, and in the world there are different. Snow dos, cultural elegant, noble character, poetic profusion. If the Snow skates sword, the people suffering, the road with frozen. Good snow Where children? Between the poet sing it heartily, when the ink brush painter, in the exemplary leadership in the law enforcement agencies and clean.
Surprisingly quiet world of snow, people food for thought, memory and imagination, all things have to clean muddy, snow people will be as quiet as Fuseshita. Under snow, is quietly germinating spring, all with a power savings up, more robust, more vigorous, full of life, drops of water. All this due to snow. I love snow, love it's white, but also love it's quiet, if black hair into the hair, when light snow down to kiss each other each other, who also can not tell whether the long white hair on the head or snow, is snow or white hair, wanted to be quite interesting that the case of the bar.
Please snow again great little bar, and then the larger bar, DAI Qi let people happily took a hat was it, really cold, let the bird as in the past generally fall once, only in this way is consistent with the operation of nature law, but also to better growth of all things, the sky will become more shiny blue tile.
Have the next snow, snow silent.
People love the snow, the poet is fond of. "Heaven Ning Xu Qiao, cut water for flowers fly." Swan Song is Miss Chang, is also a description of the most touching snow. "PC World Weng boat, fishing alone, trees and snow." Is Liu's classic poem painting, painting in poetry, people catch up. "Window with Xiling Snow ages, doors at Soochow Miles boat mooring." Homeland naturally full of anxiety the hearts of our portrait of one of Du Fu Snow; the poet Liu Changqing wrote: "Chapman heard barking. "is dressed in running shape when in the dead of night, a silhouette of a deeper, each time-are vividly remembered. Drifting snow nature poet of the pen at the end, there is beauty, there is cold, there are bitter. "For crossed the Yellow River ice Saichuan, will be posted on the Taihang mountain snow." Bai Li, Wang Xue students are unhappy, his sword to look around the heart at a loss, he exclaimed, difficulties in traveling. "Chang has the poor, is not appropriate for the Swiss." No clothes no food for the people feel worried about the Luo Yin. A snow gently brings tears in his eyes not only to the United States, but also damage the health of life-threatening. Love snow, afraid of snow, especially the aging and ailing people. Cold snow so that they can not afford the body, as one looking forward to spring. While spring is coming, no one can own budding leaves, and no half-valve can be opened flowers. But they still look forward to spring, fear of cold, to the neglect of a good snow Miyuki.
In fact, snow is no good or bad in nature, and in the world there are different. Snow dos, cultural elegant, noble character, poetic profusion. If the Snow skates sword, the people suffering, the road with frozen. Good snow Where children? Between the poet sing it heartily, when the ink brush painter, in the exemplary leadership in the law enforcement agencies and clean.
Surprisingly quiet world of snow, people food for thought, memory and imagination, all things have to clean muddy, snow people will be as quiet as Fuseshita. Under snow, is quietly germinating spring, all with a power savings up, more robust, more vigorous, full of life, drops of water. All this due to snow. I love snow, love it's white, but also love it's quiet, if black hair into the hair, when light snow down to kiss each other each other, who also can not tell whether the long white hair on the head or snow, is snow or white hair, wanted to be quite interesting that the case of the bar.
Please snow again great little bar, and then the larger bar, DAI Qi let people happily took a hat was it, really cold, let the bird as in the past generally fall once, only in this way is consistent with the operation of nature law, but also to better growth of all things, the sky will become more shiny blue tile.
Have the next snow, snow silent.
Can not drink（二）
What is snow? First love is the snow clouds little girl, tenderly, shy and flew over the world. As you look around, it will ignore the eyebrows before, suddenly in the distance, sometimes on the demure to fall Meiduo meditation; sometimes naughty myself into his arms, drill collar, ice may shrink your neck straight; also sometimes it was raging, and overnight it to "up and down the river, will lose their surging." snowflake is a wizard, is also a monster, comply with the timing and health, together and flying it, soothe the already dry, bare soil exposed, pregnant with spring, asylum the seeds, winter storage Fang, quietly balancing everything. Can not imagine a winter without snow, people will be how embarrassing. The cold season is not cold, regardless of seasons, it would be absurd nature of the pen. The world is noisy with the dust. Yukino tranquility and pure it can only be a distant dream, had both feet in the snow and snow Meiduo sounds wonderful fragrance is distant from the past.
Snow, the cold mountain water too thin, and people are more up time. "For days, the snow came late, can not drink?" Is the most desirable situation at this time, right? Knowing two or three friends talk, language is more than feeling unfulfilled, how can we care about the north wind roar outside the window;, of course, you can face alone snow, a glass of sake irrigation heart, and pay homage had been buried in the hot year ; or in the snowy night and quietly dead or surviving relatives to read Jane; also by years of dust inside the snow clean-up, mad clamor, and manic disorder, leaving only the flame of the blood and bones in hidden implication of cold incense, placed his own soul; either to follow the kids Oh hands, piled into the yard with a Rohan, students see it shining light. When the morning comes, step by step into a string of crooked streets, in front of the Grand Canyon are reinforced concrete Sheng white makeup Phi greeted passers-by still bustling by, or in the name of, or IDS, but all be contaminated by snow, and occasionally to do close to their feet like the earth, attracted some well-meaning smile, so also will be friendly faces unfamiliar familiar.
Snow, the cold mountain water too thin, and people are more up time. "For days, the snow came late, can not drink?" Is the most desirable situation at this time, right? Knowing two or three friends talk, language is more than feeling unfulfilled, how can we care about the north wind roar outside the window;, of course, you can face alone snow, a glass of sake irrigation heart, and pay homage had been buried in the hot year ; or in the snowy night and quietly dead or surviving relatives to read Jane; also by years of dust inside the snow clean-up, mad clamor, and manic disorder, leaving only the flame of the blood and bones in hidden implication of cold incense, placed his own soul; either to follow the kids Oh hands, piled into the yard with a Rohan, students see it shining light. When the morning comes, step by step into a string of crooked streets, in front of the Grand Canyon are reinforced concrete Sheng white makeup Phi greeted passers-by still bustling by, or in the name of, or IDS, but all be contaminated by snow, and occasionally to do close to their feet like the earth, attracted some well-meaning smile, so also will be friendly faces unfamiliar familiar.
Can not drink（一）
Toru cold wind in winter, effortlessly, without more ado, to embrace the earth.
Numerous raging wind, the sun losing weight, and the light touch, hug the clouds will be ready to go, so that loss of the blue sky, Let the earth into the cold. Cold, cold, cold everywhere hands were tied, the earth wiped out the vigorous publicity has always been a hustle and bustle of the river has frozen tongue, everywhere is the hay of the hills, fields and quiet sound of leaves rustling do. Yeah, cautious, careful, life has been frustrated, blood occlusion of desire, the soul is also wrapped in a thick shell, are afraid of Zheng outcrop angle.
So Xiaosha weather, snow, the light, pure and noble spirit is flying and driving to. Exquisitely carved it without modification of the Winston Haze flying in the sky, flying in Lengmo the valley, flying in the desolate foothills, flying in the shortage of street lanes, more flying in the heart of the wilderness. Its compact body dancing, spin a, blossoming are tender, Woods is Sweetie, so that all colors are ashamed.
Atmospheric circulation, turbulent, vast world. There were numerous snow quietly kissing every inch of land, carpet, cover fields, villages and cities, to the unique way of clean earth, gentle people. That answered gently, Durian is the snow; that overwhelming, sped to the snow goose feather; it is different with the northerly wind stirred lingering snow. Snow for the earth to create a scene depicting a romantic, feeling the beauty of nature interpretation. It is a small North landscape white body dance, dance white Great Wall, "This land so rich in beauty, countless heroes Jingzhe Yao." Snowflake is a momentum and color of the generous, the sky and the earth became its boundless stage.
Numerous raging wind, the sun losing weight, and the light touch, hug the clouds will be ready to go, so that loss of the blue sky, Let the earth into the cold. Cold, cold, cold everywhere hands were tied, the earth wiped out the vigorous publicity has always been a hustle and bustle of the river has frozen tongue, everywhere is the hay of the hills, fields and quiet sound of leaves rustling do. Yeah, cautious, careful, life has been frustrated, blood occlusion of desire, the soul is also wrapped in a thick shell, are afraid of Zheng outcrop angle.
So Xiaosha weather, snow, the light, pure and noble spirit is flying and driving to. Exquisitely carved it without modification of the Winston Haze flying in the sky, flying in Lengmo the valley, flying in the desolate foothills, flying in the shortage of street lanes, more flying in the heart of the wilderness. Its compact body dancing, spin a, blossoming are tender, Woods is Sweetie, so that all colors are ashamed.
Atmospheric circulation, turbulent, vast world. There were numerous snow quietly kissing every inch of land, carpet, cover fields, villages and cities, to the unique way of clean earth, gentle people. That answered gently, Durian is the snow; that overwhelming, sped to the snow goose feather; it is different with the northerly wind stirred lingering snow. Snow for the earth to create a scene depicting a romantic, feeling the beauty of nature interpretation. It is a small North landscape white body dance, dance white Great Wall, "This land so rich in beauty, countless heroes Jingzhe Yao." Snowflake is a momentum and color of the generous, the sky and the earth became its boundless stage.
Brilliant love life forever（二）
If, if it is true, as I expected, so please put away your tears, sadness and regret, all this is no longer important to me. Almost deprived of accommodation in the world I can not see you, but also not aware of all this, even the old dream of the butterfly and the infinite love of youth have forgotten, no longer want to ride with that blue ox, said Yuen Road I entered the wonderful realm of inaction, not to follow the virtual Yufeng by Li Bai, surf the sky, the soul of an already fragile and detached aloof, I was no me.
So, if you really love me, please, I love this life, love my innocent young, ignorant youth, passion, middle-aged and old and feeble in the face when the vicissitudes of life, even though the encounter was too late, but we after all, did not miss cross arm, and one regret and bitterness that each other too well. Time and tide wait, life is short, if you really care about me, I lit a fire to help make rain golden, hay aroma it, live in relation to spend, in relation to enjoy, in respect of high-spirited song.
Please do not blame me negative, do not laugh at my greed, to face life at the same time, they should face death, because it is part of life. Then you want a pleasant and elegant that I can say goodbye, before you spend as much as possible to those who love the original, those gracious, and the blood of the song.
Cold wind blowing and rain under the eaves, like broken beads, a Lianzhao one, Unspoken. "Looking back on the memory is still near the line, the heart of water just east", I remembered your name in my heart, as if it is the only warm the world, but could not hold. Dust all the sadness, I Qiangdajingshen out the door, try to smile and accept the cold, and cold even after the new sun, after all, life is short, no one has reason to waste, to waste ... ...
So, if you really love me, please, I love this life, love my innocent young, ignorant youth, passion, middle-aged and old and feeble in the face when the vicissitudes of life, even though the encounter was too late, but we after all, did not miss cross arm, and one regret and bitterness that each other too well. Time and tide wait, life is short, if you really care about me, I lit a fire to help make rain golden, hay aroma it, live in relation to spend, in relation to enjoy, in respect of high-spirited song.
Please do not blame me negative, do not laugh at my greed, to face life at the same time, they should face death, because it is part of life. Then you want a pleasant and elegant that I can say goodbye, before you spend as much as possible to those who love the original, those gracious, and the blood of the song.
Cold wind blowing and rain under the eaves, like broken beads, a Lianzhao one, Unspoken. "Looking back on the memory is still near the line, the heart of water just east", I remembered your name in my heart, as if it is the only warm the world, but could not hold. Dust all the sadness, I Qiangdajingshen out the door, try to smile and accept the cold, and cold even after the new sun, after all, life is short, no one has reason to waste, to waste ... ...
Brilliant love life forever（一）
Just a style, just a few drops of rain, the ground is not completely wet, the temperature had plummeted into the plains in winter.
This kind of weather, there are some people in the rain flowing to run around in the tireless, their eyes dazed; also have some urgent repentance before the gods, praying; there are some people in the day and night carnival, peacefulness. I wander in the wind Lise Se, such as leaf, eager to warm.
Warmth in the lonely people is always a luxury.
Hidden in the sea to apparent small and helpless. Had to close all windows and doors, in a small space mortgaged our lands, took stock of the leaves. Some plots have been covered with dust, with the silence of Things Past, still shining, is the time to wander with you, they haunt my dreams, and then along my fingertips into the cold strings. Sad notes on the flies, whirling my tears. Heap of dust myself are thicker layer of cream, a layer of hurt, the world is barren, the heart will be hurt the silver, more cold. Then the cold hit me, followed by a cold brought not only physical discomfort, as well as sad, as if he is ancient seclusion of Scholars or lackluster scholar, not even the thought of the dark and death.
Life is a Zhuangge, I volunteer duty-bound to go, freedom to sing, through the oasis, through the pavilion and the inn, the whole world and went to live with me. How much I love this world, but also how much I love you, always thinking of you across the landscape. When death comes, only willing to fade alone, only willing to continue with the land Fruitful spring Fengjixuchui blowing willow, bird evening flying side by side; and I had Jincheng more beautiful stranger; Qinling the home side Topol is still noisy, the cotton sheets; Some beautiful women are still busy in the kitchen, and you are rushing for an ideal ... ... live with your care, dying, I would like to have your farewell, then I will look gentle, calm state of mind, without fear has no regrets. Naturally, in reality this situation is highly unlikely, most likely, in a sitting of the evening, wash your hands to do lunch or soup is also a long illness in bed at night, I suddenly die without warning, mind Finally, the image is in flash you, your kind and distant smile. Then fear, despair and helplessness together into a lightning destroyed all sense, and I too late to call you, and turns the Rouchang are hanging in the corner turned into a drop of Qinglei, then plunged into darkness.
Cycle other than the residual water left virtually uninhabited mountains, outside of my soul drifting clouds, but the stars.
The first one I will not wake up that person is not you, no one will notice you, since you do not have any of my messages. Several years later, when the neighbors homes have the right to forget that when you suddenly all the way to the plain, looking around, like a madman all about me, and before his death over and over again to people who know me tell about the story we have only obtained is that they look surprised.
This kind of weather, there are some people in the rain flowing to run around in the tireless, their eyes dazed; also have some urgent repentance before the gods, praying; there are some people in the day and night carnival, peacefulness. I wander in the wind Lise Se, such as leaf, eager to warm.
Warmth in the lonely people is always a luxury.
Hidden in the sea to apparent small and helpless. Had to close all windows and doors, in a small space mortgaged our lands, took stock of the leaves. Some plots have been covered with dust, with the silence of Things Past, still shining, is the time to wander with you, they haunt my dreams, and then along my fingertips into the cold strings. Sad notes on the flies, whirling my tears. Heap of dust myself are thicker layer of cream, a layer of hurt, the world is barren, the heart will be hurt the silver, more cold. Then the cold hit me, followed by a cold brought not only physical discomfort, as well as sad, as if he is ancient seclusion of Scholars or lackluster scholar, not even the thought of the dark and death.
Life is a Zhuangge, I volunteer duty-bound to go, freedom to sing, through the oasis, through the pavilion and the inn, the whole world and went to live with me. How much I love this world, but also how much I love you, always thinking of you across the landscape. When death comes, only willing to fade alone, only willing to continue with the land Fruitful spring Fengjixuchui blowing willow, bird evening flying side by side; and I had Jincheng more beautiful stranger; Qinling the home side Topol is still noisy, the cotton sheets; Some beautiful women are still busy in the kitchen, and you are rushing for an ideal ... ... live with your care, dying, I would like to have your farewell, then I will look gentle, calm state of mind, without fear has no regrets. Naturally, in reality this situation is highly unlikely, most likely, in a sitting of the evening, wash your hands to do lunch or soup is also a long illness in bed at night, I suddenly die without warning, mind Finally, the image is in flash you, your kind and distant smile. Then fear, despair and helplessness together into a lightning destroyed all sense, and I too late to call you, and turns the Rouchang are hanging in the corner turned into a drop of Qinglei, then plunged into darkness.
Cycle other than the residual water left virtually uninhabited mountains, outside of my soul drifting clouds, but the stars.
The first one I will not wake up that person is not you, no one will notice you, since you do not have any of my messages. Several years later, when the neighbors homes have the right to forget that when you suddenly all the way to the plain, looking around, like a madman all about me, and before his death over and over again to people who know me tell about the story we have only obtained is that they look surprised.
Tenderness on the strings ... ..（二）
Do not comment on his old playing skills,
Not to mention all the hardships he suffered.
Bing my heart is no longer a past "good card" on that with a blind man glasses, wore broken felt hat, the eyes reveal sadness, middle-aged man described as skinny. Membership by the wonderful music, his soul in the vast of the night to be back to life, complete exposure to light among the vitality of plants as a green out of green, with their bright red, and those old suffering, sorrow and the eye is too dark clouds have been. Looking back when I follow the sound of the piano, he through the night sky, stepping from the moonlight and supple walking through the grass, through the flowers, bright eyes filled with tears and happiness, and passion with a hidden story , has repeatedly portrayed the warm spring, the cold seems to know me, as I know he's lonely.
Good month frost tonight, go play a sad shadow of Bing, but lyrical, smile, whisper. As the moonlight holding a bouquet of roses, I bow to both hands, unconsciously, hidden in the shadow of the heart and grief to have to move to the back of the moon, some small branches being put up as a flower bud, east winds, the green to a deeper , and the whole earth was filled with the aroma of flowers.
Tonight, sweet spring water, water's edge has Fuqin people, shining stars, but also wine and verse, how people do not want to sing the night in the gorgeous, the slightly sweet smell in the wine Show details for cover?
Erquan mapping the moon, has never suffered a little from the hardships of the Bing.
Erhu sound, all his blood and tears of the talk.
Hui spring clear, gurgling flow of his tears clear.
Moonlight, is the untold human joys and sorrows.
Bing of intense, death does not change; Bing wife, and the piano as a friend. In this late autumn night, walking all the way he used to sing a song all the way enough to warm the world, but a heart touching melody soothing sound of countless lonely soul, and then uttered a sigh, let me gently broken.
Not to mention all the hardships he suffered.
Bing my heart is no longer a past "good card" on that with a blind man glasses, wore broken felt hat, the eyes reveal sadness, middle-aged man described as skinny. Membership by the wonderful music, his soul in the vast of the night to be back to life, complete exposure to light among the vitality of plants as a green out of green, with their bright red, and those old suffering, sorrow and the eye is too dark clouds have been. Looking back when I follow the sound of the piano, he through the night sky, stepping from the moonlight and supple walking through the grass, through the flowers, bright eyes filled with tears and happiness, and passion with a hidden story , has repeatedly portrayed the warm spring, the cold seems to know me, as I know he's lonely.
Good month frost tonight, go play a sad shadow of Bing, but lyrical, smile, whisper. As the moonlight holding a bouquet of roses, I bow to both hands, unconsciously, hidden in the shadow of the heart and grief to have to move to the back of the moon, some small branches being put up as a flower bud, east winds, the green to a deeper , and the whole earth was filled with the aroma of flowers.
Tonight, sweet spring water, water's edge has Fuqin people, shining stars, but also wine and verse, how people do not want to sing the night in the gorgeous, the slightly sweet smell in the wine Show details for cover?
Erquan mapping the moon, has never suffered a little from the hardships of the Bing.
Erhu sound, all his blood and tears of the talk.
Hui spring clear, gurgling flow of his tears clear.
Moonlight, is the untold human joys and sorrows.
Bing of intense, death does not change; Bing wife, and the piano as a friend. In this late autumn night, walking all the way he used to sing a song all the way enough to warm the world, but a heart touching melody soothing sound of countless lonely soul, and then uttered a sigh, let me gently broken.
Tenderness on the strings ... ..（一）
Almost midnight, the cold spring months, when the Qing, who felt the cold, his eyes catch the streets and alleys of a lighted lamp, but expel the wind in all directions, all directions of the pain?
Who is wearing a clear shadow fall on the stone road, seek a piano music?
Green mountains, water, Bibi, bridges rhyme Yiyi. Qin people a negative gown, out of the alley, but also on the bridge, but there is no continent on photo reeds.
Going around in circles, he sat down in the fountain. Gurgling of water and swayed on children, but also exceptionally lonely and swayed his shadow, he could not see, just obsessed with strings, fingers between the string Xu disease, as if the hands of the violin was the junk heading out to sea carrying their own , ecstasy to play with, a string of notes from the piano box sputter out, such as Taotao pines roar, and if the gurgling springs high rock, beautiful melodies in cold, wet, there are sweeping autumn leaves, there are Clouds Chasing the Moon and spring flowers blooming at this time ... ... He is like a crane, and out of the earth bound, whipped in between heaven and hell, between the quest in pain and joy, there is blood and tears of the complaint, but also a vision of happiness. In addition to the moving melodies of life bitter and sweet dreams, there are endless grief, people hear the heartbroken. Ragged, he looked so haggard, beautiful notes make him so rich. Finish quiet end of the piece, he raised his head, fingers still quivering gently stroked the strings, his face a loss ... ...
Like a big cloud in the wind across the group, I suddenly heard the spirits sing, I was lonely piano Bing attract endless desolation, and my heart suddenly have a "startled blackbirds moonrise, when the Ming in the spring stream" feeling, into a long silence, unfounded actually remember the bitter past, and the short of love shine: misty rain and fog or heavy snow started falling, the man all the way back and forth, just look for the tender to the phase, and then reluctantly let go, to say the moon those excruciating words, and then go our separate ways ... ... follow the sound of the piano, I could not help but look into the distance again to the empty night, want to do such a pain in the United States, until his eyes and tears, cold hands; until the urgency to want to before flying; until the dense jungle and into a depression, into the empty'm lost and desperate ... ...
This is the kind of melody it! It is full of humanity after the bitter and bitter sweet, light the loneliness and sadness in my heart, but also infinitely deep feeling comfort my soul, like a torch, so that the dark one begins to retreat, unlimited warm and encouraging the soul of every passing .
Indeed, Bing's sound is really magic sound, is sounds of nature.
If you listen, please, please do not talk about the beauty of Huishan Erquan and moonlight.
Who is wearing a clear shadow fall on the stone road, seek a piano music?
Green mountains, water, Bibi, bridges rhyme Yiyi. Qin people a negative gown, out of the alley, but also on the bridge, but there is no continent on photo reeds.
Going around in circles, he sat down in the fountain. Gurgling of water and swayed on children, but also exceptionally lonely and swayed his shadow, he could not see, just obsessed with strings, fingers between the string Xu disease, as if the hands of the violin was the junk heading out to sea carrying their own , ecstasy to play with, a string of notes from the piano box sputter out, such as Taotao pines roar, and if the gurgling springs high rock, beautiful melodies in cold, wet, there are sweeping autumn leaves, there are Clouds Chasing the Moon and spring flowers blooming at this time ... ... He is like a crane, and out of the earth bound, whipped in between heaven and hell, between the quest in pain and joy, there is blood and tears of the complaint, but also a vision of happiness. In addition to the moving melodies of life bitter and sweet dreams, there are endless grief, people hear the heartbroken. Ragged, he looked so haggard, beautiful notes make him so rich. Finish quiet end of the piece, he raised his head, fingers still quivering gently stroked the strings, his face a loss ... ...
Like a big cloud in the wind across the group, I suddenly heard the spirits sing, I was lonely piano Bing attract endless desolation, and my heart suddenly have a "startled blackbirds moonrise, when the Ming in the spring stream" feeling, into a long silence, unfounded actually remember the bitter past, and the short of love shine: misty rain and fog or heavy snow started falling, the man all the way back and forth, just look for the tender to the phase, and then reluctantly let go, to say the moon those excruciating words, and then go our separate ways ... ... follow the sound of the piano, I could not help but look into the distance again to the empty night, want to do such a pain in the United States, until his eyes and tears, cold hands; until the urgency to want to before flying; until the dense jungle and into a depression, into the empty'm lost and desperate ... ...
This is the kind of melody it! It is full of humanity after the bitter and bitter sweet, light the loneliness and sadness in my heart, but also infinitely deep feeling comfort my soul, like a torch, so that the dark one begins to retreat, unlimited warm and encouraging the soul of every passing .
Indeed, Bing's sound is really magic sound, is sounds of nature.
If you listen, please, please do not talk about the beauty of Huishan Erquan and moonlight.
Health of Antian, such as the sweet-scented osmanthus the（三）
Ultimately, the sky is still divergent thoughts back to reality by a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant, I could not help feeling again, my heart is still not write "people down idle osmanthus, Spring Hill dead of night air." Wang Wei, calm, and he is a born Buddha heart who can feel the Zen at any time to see when the osmanthus is taken it for granted to see the desert when the military side of Selao the moon is, a "Smoke in the desert straight down the long river of the yen," suddenly let that bleak desert reverie into the world the place again. Time is water, and then could not close the network will also be a drop of blue net. Pitch between heaven and earth, Datang has already crashed to defeat the peony, osmanthus Wang favorite is still open in a wall in his dream? A Xinxiang Fo's sitting alone, he will not be in the mountains, to hear of sitting gracious, Americans want anything else off?
Children on the sky, sweet-scented osmanthus from Hong, one of the women hide their faces if it faces the prospect of relative silence with me.
If the flower like beauty, beauty flower, sweet-scented osmanthus in front of it is very hot, "Dream of Red Mansions," where the flower was very hot. Xiren as low, there is no talent of her is, less than Po Chai Xian Zi, but gentle and moving, introverted and reserved, always considerate, but single-minded on the gem, to the realm of forgetting oneself, always adorable, making the author his writings also repeatedly showing the meaning of praise, known to spend very hot, very hot gas known to spend the warm day, and promised to better the marriage, the only Grand Garden is a good woman attribution. Therefore, a flower, a person may not be rich and walk away, but it can be the same equanimity as the sweet-scented osmanthus, the wind, it smells, see the month are happy and life will be more of a quiet and comfortable, and can, as Wang Wei, as can be excitement turned into earthly time, but also at any time withdraw into the realm of sweet-scented osmanthus.
This subtle fragrance floating in a small way, I am the shadow of contaminated honey sweet, and sweet honey leisure, with truly begins to gold, the wonderful views that can not be made only to the edge of a dream to capture. All this due to the immediate osmanthus, it should be a call came the cries of reunion is coming with the joy of harvest, and just a touch of color, little bit of several flower, sweet taste, you can create a myriad of poetic and vivid throughout the autumn. Yes, in the depths of the season, no more than what it is fresh and elegant, there is no noble than its temperament, a touch of subtle fragrance will have ten stories.
Life predicament, when the worthy people!
Children on the sky, sweet-scented osmanthus from Hong, one of the women hide their faces if it faces the prospect of relative silence with me.
If the flower like beauty, beauty flower, sweet-scented osmanthus in front of it is very hot, "Dream of Red Mansions," where the flower was very hot. Xiren as low, there is no talent of her is, less than Po Chai Xian Zi, but gentle and moving, introverted and reserved, always considerate, but single-minded on the gem, to the realm of forgetting oneself, always adorable, making the author his writings also repeatedly showing the meaning of praise, known to spend very hot, very hot gas known to spend the warm day, and promised to better the marriage, the only Grand Garden is a good woman attribution. Therefore, a flower, a person may not be rich and walk away, but it can be the same equanimity as the sweet-scented osmanthus, the wind, it smells, see the month are happy and life will be more of a quiet and comfortable, and can, as Wang Wei, as can be excitement turned into earthly time, but also at any time withdraw into the realm of sweet-scented osmanthus.
This subtle fragrance floating in a small way, I am the shadow of contaminated honey sweet, and sweet honey leisure, with truly begins to gold, the wonderful views that can not be made only to the edge of a dream to capture. All this due to the immediate osmanthus, it should be a call came the cries of reunion is coming with the joy of harvest, and just a touch of color, little bit of several flower, sweet taste, you can create a myriad of poetic and vivid throughout the autumn. Yes, in the depths of the season, no more than what it is fresh and elegant, there is no noble than its temperament, a touch of subtle fragrance will have ten stories.
Life predicament, when the worthy people!
Health of Antian, such as the sweet-scented osmanthus the（二）
Osmanthus coincide not only with poetry, but also with a number of myths and legends related. Such as the phrase "two leading titles and captured" to titles and captured to a metaphor for the imperial examinations and the champion, second place, third overall, the champion Red (Osmanthus), second place yellow (Kim), the third overall pick white (silver Gui), the beauty of the sweet-scented osmanthus name onto an unprecedented height. In addition, China Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region called "Gui", osmanthus actually linked with the administration to name, which shows people in Guangxi, "Gui" regimes. "Landscape under heaven" over and over laurel in Guilin, Guangxi and win because, City financial Guangxi, Guangxi people happy. The "Guilin" named it, not only highlight the people, "gui" of love, of sweet-scented osmanthus is also up to their name out.
Now, has stimulated early autumn, osmanthus and pleasant place, good month frost.
Osmanthus a dream? But the Grand Temple of the pillow of the month?
Osmanthus dream it? Lonely Lady in the Moon has not seen wide sleeves?
Osmanthus and wake up where? Whether I have a dream as a gift?
Alas!
This pretty yellow stars just drinking Yinping the wines, do not step to me to ignore. Was quiet, small way I am only one person walked leisurely, in addition to Qiuchong chirp, no other sound, the front of a world like this is their own, as long as my heart like to understand the impact you can dance , where in the world like a. At this time, I see more delicate osmanthus, sweet-scented osmanthus expected to see me the same. Between two sea, the moon could not resist dipping a finger, and touch the flowers, presumably this is the skin on the blind date, right? Trance, I joined the "people off the busy sweet-scented osmanthus," the state, like a star from a dense bit of sweet-scented osmanthus are among the leaf floating down, floating into a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus rain. Pu Susu of Huayu, there are Fantasy, with Xiaoxuan windows and a sun and moon through the book, there Zinfandel Spring ... ... but I still longing for a commoner in a dream, one would like pumping the pole and take the trip on snow cover, and then palm bowl Yang wine, and then rode on the road, the road in the west of the Paoxiu, in the sunset of the arms, pointing the horizon ... ...
Now, has stimulated early autumn, osmanthus and pleasant place, good month frost.
Osmanthus a dream? But the Grand Temple of the pillow of the month?
Osmanthus dream it? Lonely Lady in the Moon has not seen wide sleeves?
Osmanthus and wake up where? Whether I have a dream as a gift?
Alas!
This pretty yellow stars just drinking Yinping the wines, do not step to me to ignore. Was quiet, small way I am only one person walked leisurely, in addition to Qiuchong chirp, no other sound, the front of a world like this is their own, as long as my heart like to understand the impact you can dance , where in the world like a. At this time, I see more delicate osmanthus, sweet-scented osmanthus expected to see me the same. Between two sea, the moon could not resist dipping a finger, and touch the flowers, presumably this is the skin on the blind date, right? Trance, I joined the "people off the busy sweet-scented osmanthus," the state, like a star from a dense bit of sweet-scented osmanthus are among the leaf floating down, floating into a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus rain. Pu Susu of Huayu, there are Fantasy, with Xiaoxuan windows and a sun and moon through the book, there Zinfandel Spring ... ... but I still longing for a commoner in a dream, one would like pumping the pole and take the trip on snow cover, and then palm bowl Yang wine, and then rode on the road, the road in the west of the Paoxiu, in the sunset of the arms, pointing the horizon ... ...
Health of Antian, such as the sweet-scented osmanthus the（一）
Very hot, very hot flowers.
In the moonlight, on a small winding road, while subtle fragrance floating head, I suddenly shocked, and it suddenly: Osmanthus fragrans opened.
Osmanthus fragrans opened, and the family are colorful family gathering in small branches, hidden in the leaves, the tenderness Feelings, there is no graceful posture, there scent makes frequent review. Scent of a Woman, smelling flowers but I know that means strong. Among flowers, peonies and luxurious, rose charming, dignified lotus, peach blossoms, but all is not smelling incense, fly in the ointment. And a Hong those smiling heavy incense and jasmine Delicate thin clouds, just outside the soft bloom, orchids Qingyimianmian, sparse and not exposed. The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant far Plaza, just drive to the decree, it is all internal organs kneel ... ...
If the maple leaf is the face of the autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus is the soul of the autumn. Osmanthus trees in the green leaves is not outstanding, and its flowers are flowers of our traditional one of the top ten, has always been loved by people, the praise, the respected, as early as "Lu" in there "of beautiful things , swagger of Guangxi "records. Why? Because of their color, flavor, charm, quality, use the "five sons Corrections" also. Color of white persons name Osmanthus fragrans, the yellow color who were Kim, who is the red color of the Tan Kwai. Four Seasons, there are fall flowers, spring flowers, seasonal flowers, flowers are monthly, while the real sweet-scented osmanthus open in August, so there 八月桂花香 said. Osmanthus seldom medicine, but often Ming drink, a touch of fragrance always floating in my heart, but also floating in ancient literati poems: praise, "Lan Yechun Wei Rui, Guihua Qiu bringing" the ling, knows he is a sweet-scented osmanthus the wise man; sigh, "the court, white arboreal crow, cold wet dew Osmanthus silent." Wang is homesick, and his sweet-scented osmanthus Lengxiang very hot, full of people see the all melancholy; heart whim, "remote knowledge Osmanthus heaven alone, but also to ask Chang'e no? moon is fortunate to have idle land, why not the central species of two "is hovering in Bai next month, the loneliness of his most sweet-scented osmanthus in mid-pity; exhibition eye sights," the Lake stacked Yan Qing Jia, a Sanqiu seeds, ten lotus "is a sentimental Liu Yong and his eyes have a lake Gui charge; gave away the secret," is not a human species, from months to move. Guang Hong little cold, blowing mountains and open "is the Wanli, a ray of sweet intoxication of him during a long time ... ... From ancient times, laurel so neat to open in the world, the book falls on the page wire-bound collection of poems, their fragrance, you can enter into the nose interest rates; the United States, you can enter poetry of a painting.
In the moonlight, on a small winding road, while subtle fragrance floating head, I suddenly shocked, and it suddenly: Osmanthus fragrans opened.
Osmanthus fragrans opened, and the family are colorful family gathering in small branches, hidden in the leaves, the tenderness Feelings, there is no graceful posture, there scent makes frequent review. Scent of a Woman, smelling flowers but I know that means strong. Among flowers, peonies and luxurious, rose charming, dignified lotus, peach blossoms, but all is not smelling incense, fly in the ointment. And a Hong those smiling heavy incense and jasmine Delicate thin clouds, just outside the soft bloom, orchids Qingyimianmian, sparse and not exposed. The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant far Plaza, just drive to the decree, it is all internal organs kneel ... ...
If the maple leaf is the face of the autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus is the soul of the autumn. Osmanthus trees in the green leaves is not outstanding, and its flowers are flowers of our traditional one of the top ten, has always been loved by people, the praise, the respected, as early as "Lu" in there "of beautiful things , swagger of Guangxi "records. Why? Because of their color, flavor, charm, quality, use the "five sons Corrections" also. Color of white persons name Osmanthus fragrans, the yellow color who were Kim, who is the red color of the Tan Kwai. Four Seasons, there are fall flowers, spring flowers, seasonal flowers, flowers are monthly, while the real sweet-scented osmanthus open in August, so there 八月桂花香 said. Osmanthus seldom medicine, but often Ming drink, a touch of fragrance always floating in my heart, but also floating in ancient literati poems: praise, "Lan Yechun Wei Rui, Guihua Qiu bringing" the ling, knows he is a sweet-scented osmanthus the wise man; sigh, "the court, white arboreal crow, cold wet dew Osmanthus silent." Wang is homesick, and his sweet-scented osmanthus Lengxiang very hot, full of people see the all melancholy; heart whim, "remote knowledge Osmanthus heaven alone, but also to ask Chang'e no? moon is fortunate to have idle land, why not the central species of two "is hovering in Bai next month, the loneliness of his most sweet-scented osmanthus in mid-pity; exhibition eye sights," the Lake stacked Yan Qing Jia, a Sanqiu seeds, ten lotus "is a sentimental Liu Yong and his eyes have a lake Gui charge; gave away the secret," is not a human species, from months to move. Guang Hong little cold, blowing mountains and open "is the Wanli, a ray of sweet intoxication of him during a long time ... ... From ancient times, laurel so neat to open in the world, the book falls on the page wire-bound collection of poems, their fragrance, you can enter into the nose interest rates; the United States, you can enter poetry of a painting.
Small building one night listening to the rain（三）
The most thrilling rain, you and I have suffered with. It was at the train station ticket office. Weather there is heavy rain, we always thought was early, but I do not know have not had time out of the hall, and the rain to pour down. Thunder and Lightning, such as injection of the rain falls around the hall like a tall glass wall hanging, straight hit the ground, a moment to become a deep plot. Beans are still working like mad for a big rain drop down, punched one another a big blisters, high-rise buildings suddenly became a distant mirage, immersed in the mist ever. All the people trapped in the hall to have become a bird cage, stared out the window lost in thought, there are several no umbrella from the outside come in and covered with water dripping in stamped, the place is by the water. Even more surprising thing is the roof of the hall suddenly have a long row of steel gate as the doors opened, revealing a big gap, but the rain from Zhixie, the curtain will generally be across the hall into two. People had queued to buy tickets immediately to avoid Huangde scattered, slow-moving body of water to shower, could not help to complain about it. This time for two or three minutes, the ground plot of the big piece of water, the steel roof was closed again, put away the curtain. The window is still a gray, thunder and lightning, a great sense of days break to crack. Careful you quickly pull me standing on the ground where no water to prevent accidents caused by lightning conduction.
Heavy rain continued, never been any decrease. Tuo Lexie anxious to leave the socks we have in our hands, trousers rolled up high again, barefoot, propped an umbrella out of the hall together, toward the side of a hall. Such as warriors in general, the storm came to us pounce, tearing the umbrella and clothing. Opacity not seen a foot of rain, a surge through the heart of the coolness suddenly spread throughout the body, people could not help shivers. Your arms around my waist, carefully Olympus to speed as quickly as possible this wading in water, next to the hall from the elevator down to the first floor, washed his hands feet, put on his shoes again. When we get a taxi back in time on the ground, which also just a few minutes between the time the little rain, but miraculously, the road has become a thin layer of water on, let's just amazing not believe my eyes ... ...
I'm with you always wonderful day, and even the rain is infinite variety. Listen how crisp the rain outside the window which, how imaginative, but also how rampant, people can not help but think of pearls falling into a jade plate, think of horses running and think sword dance Until this. This stirring of the rain in the night around every corner, easily diffuse from the waves of cold, autumn chill. Jincheng so, Emei and if so, Jianmen case, the Sichuan earth as is. Paradise is no longer spring, frogs have sunk giggle, autumn insects poetry and reduced chirp, but I have you, you have me spend together under the eaves, let it rise Qiuchi issuing news reports, if you and I were The west window, green tea one and only Road
Heavy rain continued, never been any decrease. Tuo Lexie anxious to leave the socks we have in our hands, trousers rolled up high again, barefoot, propped an umbrella out of the hall together, toward the side of a hall. Such as warriors in general, the storm came to us pounce, tearing the umbrella and clothing. Opacity not seen a foot of rain, a surge through the heart of the coolness suddenly spread throughout the body, people could not help shivers. Your arms around my waist, carefully Olympus to speed as quickly as possible this wading in water, next to the hall from the elevator down to the first floor, washed his hands feet, put on his shoes again. When we get a taxi back in time on the ground, which also just a few minutes between the time the little rain, but miraculously, the road has become a thin layer of water on, let's just amazing not believe my eyes ... ...
I'm with you always wonderful day, and even the rain is infinite variety. Listen how crisp the rain outside the window which, how imaginative, but also how rampant, people can not help but think of pearls falling into a jade plate, think of horses running and think sword dance Until this. This stirring of the rain in the night around every corner, easily diffuse from the waves of cold, autumn chill. Jincheng so, Emei and if so, Jianmen case, the Sichuan earth as is. Paradise is no longer spring, frogs have sunk giggle, autumn insects poetry and reduced chirp, but I have you, you have me spend together under the eaves, let it rise Qiuchi issuing news reports, if you and I were The west window, green tea one and only Road
Small building one night listening to the rain（二）
May be missing too strong, just after the Waking of Insects, we run to the same place. Rain before and after death has been a bit less cold, more were torrential. Bus walking in the rain, the wipers stop side to side. Who looks calm in the car, the vehicle distant cloud water, floating streamer moist Yang Zhao, a distant mountain, such as Dai, smoke Mino Rain Li, a shepherd boy virtual point, tightly caught my eye, but can not stop me miss you. While you are waiting to hold the umbrella in front, eyes soft and joy, as if this is a string of endless rain and wet notes, swing smiling lips are slightly sweet.
But more rain moving, or walking with suddenly floating in the Emei Qingyin Ge under the rain. The rain, such as silk, such as lines, floating in the mountain is covered with trees, floating in the Qing Yinge mottled cornices, and floating in the river at the foot of clear, answered gently gently, like a background music, rhythm Ruoyouruowu Own a soothing and romantic, it seems like real magic, as if a hundred thousand that refers to massage the helix, there should be more comfortable and more enjoyable. Old sitting in the booth, blazing with travel companions who were talking, watching the wet steps in twos and threes threw a raincoat walking down from the mountain people go one step further, looking two steps, fluttering long, the accent falls on you from different places My ears are unspeakable kind. At this time, Emei Mountain is a dynamic landscape, with clouds floating in the hillside, with far and near the mountains, Patches of forest trees, the hillside infested with monkeys, there are twists and turns of the veranda, a mildly birds ... ... you and I in them, very far away from human society, from the paradise very close.
But more rain moving, or walking with suddenly floating in the Emei Qingyin Ge under the rain. The rain, such as silk, such as lines, floating in the mountain is covered with trees, floating in the Qing Yinge mottled cornices, and floating in the river at the foot of clear, answered gently gently, like a background music, rhythm Ruoyouruowu Own a soothing and romantic, it seems like real magic, as if a hundred thousand that refers to massage the helix, there should be more comfortable and more enjoyable. Old sitting in the booth, blazing with travel companions who were talking, watching the wet steps in twos and threes threw a raincoat walking down from the mountain people go one step further, looking two steps, fluttering long, the accent falls on you from different places My ears are unspeakable kind. At this time, Emei Mountain is a dynamic landscape, with clouds floating in the hillside, with far and near the mountains, Patches of forest trees, the hillside infested with monkeys, there are twists and turns of the veranda, a mildly birds ... ... you and I in them, very far away from human society, from the paradise very close.
Small building one night listening to the rain（一）
Who wrote one out of thin air "Rain", which bit by bit, pouring torrential da, until overwhelming, great affection v. endless, endless, lingering?
Look, small building isolated, light hearted, like waves in the swaying boat. Rain has continued to change the Canadian calendar, the piano in the window turned into Essayist, ecstasy tapping the keys with notes of passion fall trees, fall on buildings, crashed landed in the water broken Ping ... ... do not look to be to see past those elegant and it has scattered the lotus, lotus, was holding a summer, so put down the entire summer.
This relentless rain, the rain presumptuous, let us again recall the past, think of those spring days of post forest birds, think of that experience with several rain.
Needless to say the most cold rain of early spring rain. In the season turns warm again, you sound co-Peking opera giant strides in the south, in the soft way through the smoke Xiliu. I am in the plain, small building night listening to rain, often go hand in hand around the wind is chilly spring breeze. Often, the rain about that many days, intermittent, Ruoyouruowu tangled, wet day Tide to have, a bad penny, play can get rid of, even to dream but also support umbrella. Occasionally walking in the cold on the street, meaning thick rain clouds intractable situation, and even thought has become moist, and really have dreams started falling into. At this time of the Sichuan earth is cold, and it is desolate, and so I think your heart was stained with sorrow, with truly sad desolately Cancan. You distant sea in the distance, and my heart full of pity, frustration across the thousands of umbrellas million umbrella, separated by thousands of miles, the total can not pull each other's hand.
Look, small building isolated, light hearted, like waves in the swaying boat. Rain has continued to change the Canadian calendar, the piano in the window turned into Essayist, ecstasy tapping the keys with notes of passion fall trees, fall on buildings, crashed landed in the water broken Ping ... ... do not look to be to see past those elegant and it has scattered the lotus, lotus, was holding a summer, so put down the entire summer.
This relentless rain, the rain presumptuous, let us again recall the past, think of those spring days of post forest birds, think of that experience with several rain.
Needless to say the most cold rain of early spring rain. In the season turns warm again, you sound co-Peking opera giant strides in the south, in the soft way through the smoke Xiliu. I am in the plain, small building night listening to rain, often go hand in hand around the wind is chilly spring breeze. Often, the rain about that many days, intermittent, Ruoyouruowu tangled, wet day Tide to have, a bad penny, play can get rid of, even to dream but also support umbrella. Occasionally walking in the cold on the street, meaning thick rain clouds intractable situation, and even thought has become moist, and really have dreams started falling into. At this time of the Sichuan earth is cold, and it is desolate, and so I think your heart was stained with sorrow, with truly sad desolately Cancan. You distant sea in the distance, and my heart full of pity, frustration across the thousands of umbrellas million umbrella, separated by thousands of miles, the total can not pull each other's hand.
Utopia, there are people（二）
We love horses, love them strong and tall, love their beautiful lines, and free-spirited in the sunset Lazhao heroic. Often listen to the masi, and that trumpet-like horns, and the eagle cry sounds like a bleak steep Chung always people's blood, tears, great soldiers to war and "Xi Yi Shuihan winds blow," the tragic of the money. Although they are not the emperor's Tong Juma, nor is it six Chun Tang Taizong, more than Kuan's Red Horse, but it is devoting Dawan your horse in my heart, but Sahuan sunrise, sunset and whine, do not leave the United States has modified. For the horse, is fond of you, day or evening, flying horse, or horse to drink river, or ask mane took a deep, until we slowly rising smoke of small homes, only reluctantly returned to play horse , and two children surrounded the dinner table eating wonderful, as if placed in front of the delicacies, is seafood. Time after a meal is full of joy, you and I have a sentence of not talking, children or playful, or like a baby, people do not laugh is not annoying.
When night comes quietly, west window is light blue, I sit under the windows, body side with you. A glass of Beaujolais, few poetry, this scene, so has, time nostalgia, the Red most memories. When you sink and fall asleep, a slight Hansheng on my ear, is the extreme of the practical and tranquility.
In this house, we spend the Spring Moon, fleeting shortage years, there is no time to empty, some thousands of weather, the scenery could not finish season tour of all things. Remember the "Bible" is written: "Do you want to heaven, then look to the sky above you." You and I always look up to heaven, to Santa Claus reward the natural world, to communicate with the world Emmanuel phase, more experience with love and happiness. In this small courtyard, and some just go hand, but sincere.
Lishui at Castle Peak, the loss of life on such a day with your white hair gradually, as Meiduo the frost; my waist quietly bent, crooked teeth like a crescent. But I only have eyes for you, your eyes only I, each arm in the wind, gradually drifting away endless ... ...
When night comes quietly, west window is light blue, I sit under the windows, body side with you. A glass of Beaujolais, few poetry, this scene, so has, time nostalgia, the Red most memories. When you sink and fall asleep, a slight Hansheng on my ear, is the extreme of the practical and tranquility.
In this house, we spend the Spring Moon, fleeting shortage years, there is no time to empty, some thousands of weather, the scenery could not finish season tour of all things. Remember the "Bible" is written: "Do you want to heaven, then look to the sky above you." You and I always look up to heaven, to Santa Claus reward the natural world, to communicate with the world Emmanuel phase, more experience with love and happiness. In this small courtyard, and some just go hand, but sincere.
Lishui at Castle Peak, the loss of life on such a day with your white hair gradually, as Meiduo the frost; my waist quietly bent, crooked teeth like a crescent. But I only have eyes for you, your eyes only I, each arm in the wind, gradually drifting away endless ... ...
Utopia, there are people（一）
Castle oblique resistance, cross the green water, I do not know what on behalf of the country.
The mountains are green, there are many peaks and ridges and ravines, is long the clouds had been playing ridge, occasionally floating down one, whisk the soul of popular swing drift. Trees on the hillside, but also grass, everywhere Bik, should the event of rain, in front of all the more fresh, like flowers and painted rouge, grass dripping fresh water Pearl was able to come.
On the hillside under the shade in a forest, the few homes that you cool tiles of my house, not, not luxury, there is a kind of unspeakable beauty, touching is that their houses that a few bamboo pole pole dripping green, all green raw cool, simple and elegant is the most realistic description of them. Spring sunshine blessing the mountain, but also close to a small courtyard, making the window open even more brilliant peach, and the wind gently blowing, there were numerous petals fall to the floor. Thirty-two fall twitter of birds pecking and completely not to nap in the dog looked down under the eaves. Looking at these circumstances, I am in the window raised his eyebrows Dan Xiao, calm state of mind, as if the moment is that for years, while the peach close, very far horizon.
Here, restaurants living place is small, there is a lot of study, all times and is renowned masterpiece numerous, often leisure hours, you and I will Zuoyongshucheng, each a corner, or read, or write , or Yin, or chant, enjoyable. If the thin cloud rain weather, window bamboo Yan Cui, flowers bloom, people of leisure. I boil water, tea, and you open the two opposing powers Chu community, splitting mountains and rivers term horse riding, car back to the world wide. If the lack of, and to push open the window to see those horses on the grass, or walk alone, or buried grass, wind grass is low, and with a mountain flowers, the whole mountain all to life.
The mountains are green, there are many peaks and ridges and ravines, is long the clouds had been playing ridge, occasionally floating down one, whisk the soul of popular swing drift. Trees on the hillside, but also grass, everywhere Bik, should the event of rain, in front of all the more fresh, like flowers and painted rouge, grass dripping fresh water Pearl was able to come.
On the hillside under the shade in a forest, the few homes that you cool tiles of my house, not, not luxury, there is a kind of unspeakable beauty, touching is that their houses that a few bamboo pole pole dripping green, all green raw cool, simple and elegant is the most realistic description of them. Spring sunshine blessing the mountain, but also close to a small courtyard, making the window open even more brilliant peach, and the wind gently blowing, there were numerous petals fall to the floor. Thirty-two fall twitter of birds pecking and completely not to nap in the dog looked down under the eaves. Looking at these circumstances, I am in the window raised his eyebrows Dan Xiao, calm state of mind, as if the moment is that for years, while the peach close, very far horizon.
Here, restaurants living place is small, there is a lot of study, all times and is renowned masterpiece numerous, often leisure hours, you and I will Zuoyongshucheng, each a corner, or read, or write , or Yin, or chant, enjoyable. If the thin cloud rain weather, window bamboo Yan Cui, flowers bloom, people of leisure. I boil water, tea, and you open the two opposing powers Chu community, splitting mountains and rivers term horse riding, car back to the world wide. If the lack of, and to push open the window to see those horses on the grass, or walk alone, or buried grass, wind grass is low, and with a mountain flowers, the whole mountain all to life.
See also faintly shadow dreams（三）
I do not know how long, Xueting, the days are dark, usually affixed to the moon in the sky window bars, and a look at me Lengmo running in the snow.
"Why sad, hurt the heart is a complement not come back." A woman dressed in a red dress it coming suddenly without a whisper, whisper, as though to say to me, it seems to say to themselves.
"You, who are you?" I looked at her frightened, very white moon behind her, her clothes Chende flowers in general, flying around with the north wind, flying around with my voice, along with my heart open to the invasion of sadness, then, the white moonlight is more white, more flexible, and also stroking me stroking mountains, silent ... ...
"I'm the last one is noble." Passing her pale face a smile, grabbed my hand, lay down a fragmentary pieces of paper, a twisting flew away.
She went, the moon is like a soul, and I can not see, bowed our heads to look the hands of paper, the white scraps of paper that group as the general in the moonlight with a spell and turned it into the next little bit of ice, cold great. I quickly threw Huangde go forward, cocking imagine her brother's footsteps to the sea, stepped on the ladder to the distant wave, felt his heart was sharp knife scratched and bit, Sixin Crack lung pain, could not help bursting into tears, until his own awoke crying.
------ Original, is the air conditioning set too low, so that the room cold, cold snow began to dream.
Sleepy eyes wide open, I came to the window, thinking of a person. Out of the window the sun is still fierce, still high-pitched cicada, a faint red dragonfly is flying to the deep shade of the ... ...
"Why sad, hurt the heart is a complement not come back." A woman dressed in a red dress it coming suddenly without a whisper, whisper, as though to say to me, it seems to say to themselves.
"You, who are you?" I looked at her frightened, very white moon behind her, her clothes Chende flowers in general, flying around with the north wind, flying around with my voice, along with my heart open to the invasion of sadness, then, the white moonlight is more white, more flexible, and also stroking me stroking mountains, silent ... ...
"I'm the last one is noble." Passing her pale face a smile, grabbed my hand, lay down a fragmentary pieces of paper, a twisting flew away.
She went, the moon is like a soul, and I can not see, bowed our heads to look the hands of paper, the white scraps of paper that group as the general in the moonlight with a spell and turned it into the next little bit of ice, cold great. I quickly threw Huangde go forward, cocking imagine her brother's footsteps to the sea, stepped on the ladder to the distant wave, felt his heart was sharp knife scratched and bit, Sixin Crack lung pain, could not help bursting into tears, until his own awoke crying.
------ Original, is the air conditioning set too low, so that the room cold, cold snow began to dream.
Sleepy eyes wide open, I came to the window, thinking of a person. Out of the window the sun is still fierce, still high-pitched cicada, a faint red dragonfly is flying to the deep shade of the ... ...
See also faintly shadow dreams（二）
I could not help but call him, he heard this back, are all surprised. So with the tea, watch a movie, on the ancient and modern, they can not afford the world, until the best of the Hindu had just out with tea, take a walk in the streets. Did not expect a bolt, a sudden wind comes up, grab incredibly hard, people are like butterflies flying. My brother and I were dispersed by the wind, and despite repeated calls, no longer see him, under the helpless despair, only tears.
Again, even when the firm's exposure in the snow among the ears came a sorrowful voice: "to have, whatever the outcome, regardless of what is to you! Days have you wasted doing the wrong day Xian Yu Kan! Hey, only two tears tears had come to ... ... "What is crying, sad than I do it? I'm shivering from the cold blank look around and saw a disheveled woman was crying in pitch darkness, it seems big injustice. An old man sitting beside me, the north wind tore his robe, blew his beard, did not affect his mood eagerly afar. Looked at the woman crying tears of days of feeling, but also look at the old quiet as a rock, I could not help but wipe the tears asked him: "obviously the summer, how it began to snow up? What exactly hurt his sister what heart? You old who is? "
"She is her one of thousands of sad people. I am me, a bad old man, a steamed not bad, cooking unfamiliar, Strickland is not flat, speculation is not explosive, a brass ring pendant pendant peas." Breath said After the old man laughed, got up and left. That moment the woman had cried Ganchangcunduan also stopped crying, as he disappeared in the snow, as if she is his shadow everywhere.
They disappeared, the horizon is a group of young people of varying form, color, long lines Youyuanerjin, the middle of Qin Shi Huang, mermaid, Ground in, Lu Xun, or ... ... they support each other, or alone Rush, did not take the sky the wind looked down on the snow, nor cold chattering teeth as I was shaking, just like a river flowing quietly through endless, I turn a blind eye on the roadside, as if I was in the air is dust everywhere snow, all indifferent. I am tearful looking at one after another, asked a further one, its population did not see my brother, nor do I have the slightest news, and my heart there is an unprecedented loneliness and fear, could not help but shed a tear again.
Again, even when the firm's exposure in the snow among the ears came a sorrowful voice: "to have, whatever the outcome, regardless of what is to you! Days have you wasted doing the wrong day Xian Yu Kan! Hey, only two tears tears had come to ... ... "What is crying, sad than I do it? I'm shivering from the cold blank look around and saw a disheveled woman was crying in pitch darkness, it seems big injustice. An old man sitting beside me, the north wind tore his robe, blew his beard, did not affect his mood eagerly afar. Looked at the woman crying tears of days of feeling, but also look at the old quiet as a rock, I could not help but wipe the tears asked him: "obviously the summer, how it began to snow up? What exactly hurt his sister what heart? You old who is? "
"She is her one of thousands of sad people. I am me, a bad old man, a steamed not bad, cooking unfamiliar, Strickland is not flat, speculation is not explosive, a brass ring pendant pendant peas." Breath said After the old man laughed, got up and left. That moment the woman had cried Ganchangcunduan also stopped crying, as he disappeared in the snow, as if she is his shadow everywhere.
They disappeared, the horizon is a group of young people of varying form, color, long lines Youyuanerjin, the middle of Qin Shi Huang, mermaid, Ground in, Lu Xun, or ... ... they support each other, or alone Rush, did not take the sky the wind looked down on the snow, nor cold chattering teeth as I was shaking, just like a river flowing quietly through endless, I turn a blind eye on the roadside, as if I was in the air is dust everywhere snow, all indifferent. I am tearful looking at one after another, asked a further one, its population did not see my brother, nor do I have the slightest news, and my heart there is an unprecedented loneliness and fear, could not help but shed a tear again.
See also faintly shadow dreams（一）
August Ansai waist drum side of the sun is a fist under to make a determined effort, and emotion-laden, and flow on fire, burning himself and Chi-baked earth, and let people have Leju Yi, wiping sweat as one only wants to escape.
This day is the sun in the sky, cicadas trees, arouses sleepy. I was alone in air-conditioned place adequate nap, and dream companions. I was standing dream of a certain noisy street, I saw cars such as the water Ma Ju-lung, was bustling. Busy street to drum up business is Maishao Bing, and selling tea, as well as selling the small rice cake and the cool, business is booming on both sides of the village store is cloth, is herbal medicine shop, is scented restaurants, the most popular This is also a number in front of me, then lift the curtain on the next lift, the man walked into the threshold of significant, there are cries of the door, "Coming!" "Beware of burning it!" "You go good! "cries are like a passion for both the invisible hand to pull me into it.
Three feet tall and there's not a big stage, not gorgeous, but does not affect people's mood. Sing on stage in full swing, the following pairs of eyes can see it crazy, and whether adding water to send snacks during the shuttle's come up with how much the movement, have not the slightest shift their attention. Those heroes, those elderly people, those who decline of aristocracy, and that wearing a floral dress was carrying a small basket of flower the girl selling newspapers, but also that access to the vicissitudes of the treasurer to make this world are like a dumb stage looked like a God . I quietly found a place to sit near the window, just end the tea to drink, to see the next table sat bit gentle man, that looks, that dress, just so I could not believe my eyes.
He, not others, it is him, my scholar brother.
This day is the sun in the sky, cicadas trees, arouses sleepy. I was alone in air-conditioned place adequate nap, and dream companions. I was standing dream of a certain noisy street, I saw cars such as the water Ma Ju-lung, was bustling. Busy street to drum up business is Maishao Bing, and selling tea, as well as selling the small rice cake and the cool, business is booming on both sides of the village store is cloth, is herbal medicine shop, is scented restaurants, the most popular This is also a number in front of me, then lift the curtain on the next lift, the man walked into the threshold of significant, there are cries of the door, "Coming!" "Beware of burning it!" "You go good! "cries are like a passion for both the invisible hand to pull me into it.
Three feet tall and there's not a big stage, not gorgeous, but does not affect people's mood. Sing on stage in full swing, the following pairs of eyes can see it crazy, and whether adding water to send snacks during the shuttle's come up with how much the movement, have not the slightest shift their attention. Those heroes, those elderly people, those who decline of aristocracy, and that wearing a floral dress was carrying a small basket of flower the girl selling newspapers, but also that access to the vicissitudes of the treasurer to make this world are like a dumb stage looked like a God . I quietly found a place to sit near the window, just end the tea to drink, to see the next table sat bit gentle man, that looks, that dress, just so I could not believe my eyes.
He, not others, it is him, my scholar brother.
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