Always liked qing's prose, his prose always gives a memorable intimacy, every word is used just right, writing is elegant, very fantastic. Moved in the qing style to revel in one of the mood, enjoy the prose, it also was a good experience.
Green
my second visit to Xianyan, I wonder at the rainy lake's green.
rainy Lake is a waterfall pool. There are three cents waterfall waterfall waterfall rainy minimum. Went to the hillside, we hear the voice of flower flower; raised his head, set in the black edges of the two wet years, the area of white and shiny in front of the water will be presented.
we first Mei Yuting. Mei Yuting waterfall facing the piece; sitting Tingbian, not upward, we see that it's all out. Pavilion is the rainy season under the deep lake. The squat in a prominent corner of the pavilion on the rocks, up and down Kong Konger's; like an eagle with wings floating in the development of Sky in general. Are mountains on three sides, like children hold half a ring; who was in the bottom. This is a thin overcast autumn weather. Top of the cloud slightly flowing in our; rock surface and the grass is wet in revealing a bit oily from the green. The waterfall seems exceptionally loud. That washed down from above the waterfall, as if the size of a few have been Checheng lock; no longer is a neat and smooth cloth. There are many rocks on the edges and corners; Hard flow passing for dramatic impact, it will fly Suiyu splashing like a chaos. It splashed with the spray, crystal and multi-Mount; afar go, like a blossoming small white plum, light rain falling one after another like a. It is said that this is the reason why the lake is named after the rainy season. But I feel like Yanghwa, particularly at the moment. Breeze up, little bit of the wind, it is Yanghua the. - Then by chance there are several points into the arms of our warm, prosperous and drill into it,UGG boots cheap, no longer find it vain.
rainy sparkling green lake attract us; we started to chase her to catch a clutch of SG. Grabbing grass, climbs the rocks, carefully lean down, but also had a stone dome bow door, then to the bark of the puddles of a Bi. Falls between the hem sleeve; but my heart has no waterfall. My heart is with the lake's green and swaying. The kind of green Yeah, as if covered with a great huge lotus leaf, full of exotic green ah. I want to hug her with open arms; but this is how a delusion Yeah. - Standing water, look to that side, but still felt some far! This tile was, with thick green plot, really cute. She wrinkled loose Valerian, like a young woman dragged the Qunfu; her gently playing with, like the beating heart of a virgin love; her slippery bright, like a painted clear so soft, so tender, it was thought the touch of the most tender skin; her children more complex method without sediment, a warm hearted Jasper, only one color the clear - but you can see through her ! I have seen refers to the Luk Yeung Beijing Shichahai, not off the light yellow of the background, it seems too light. I have seen Tiger Temple in Hangzhou, close beside the steep and deep The rest of it, the West Lake of the wave is too clear, Qin Huai River and too dark. Lovely, I will compare what you? How come I compare it? About Lake is deep, it can carry your such a strange green; like blue sky melted like a piece of inside, this is so the Xianrun Yeah. - The kind of green it! I think that if you take the CD, I will light the dancers presented to it; she will be able to lift the float against the Wind. If I pour you think eyes, good song that I will be presented to the blind sister; she will be bright eyes gaze out good. I could not bear you; I cared about you? I slapped you, touch you, like a twelve-year-old girl. I skim your entry is kissing her. I will give you a name, I call you from the
my second visit to Xianyan, I can not help but wonder at the rainy lake's green.
Lotus Pond
few days found me very restless. Enjoy the cool evening sitting in the yard, I suddenly remembered the lotus pool I pass every day, in the light of a full moon, look under the total of the. The moon was rising, the road outside the wall the laughter of children, had died away; wife in the house patting Run children, drowsily humming a lullaby. I quietly slipped on my jacket, walked out the door.
along the pond, is a small cinder road twists and turns. This is a secluded road; day very few people take the night even more lonely. Around the pond grows trees, lush. Road side, yes, willow, and some do not know the name of the tree. Moonless night,UGG shoes, this path winds along, some of the pool. But tonight it was good, though the moonlight was pale.
I am on my person, hands behind and walked on. I like this piece of heaven and earth; and I like outside my usual self into another world. I love the excitement and tranquil; love social, solitude. Like tonight, a man under the moon in this vast, everything can be like, what can not, will feel a free man. Something must be done during the day, be sure to say, be put aside. This is the advantage of solitude, I could savor the fragrant lotus and the moonlight.
lotus pond above the winding, Mi hope that Tada leaves. Leaves the surface like a dancer's skirt Maxine Hong Kingston. Layers of leaves are dotted with white flowers, some willowy to open, and there are shy bud's; as pearls, or twinkling stars, and if fresh from the bath beauty. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like a distant building a song faintly heard. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, like a lightning instant the pond of the other side. The leaves are thick in side by side next, which will have a Ningbi hearted wave marks. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from view, can not see certain colors; the leaves looked more enchanting by.
moon like water spilled in this quietly leaves and flowers. Thin blue mist rising in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers, as if washed in milk; like a dream Longzhe veil. Although the full moon in the sky, but thin clouds, the moonlight; but I thought it was all to the benefit of refreshing sleep is indispensable, short naps have a charm. According to the moon is over an interval tree, height clusters of shrubs, varying the mottled shadows fall, steep flute like devils; of willows in the sparse, graceful shadows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. Moonlight on the pool was not uniform; but light and shadow in a harmonious rhythm, such as playing upon the Vatican http-ling on the music.
the pond, far and near, high and low are trees, most of them willows. These trees had a besieged the pond; only in the path side, the paragraphs of the gap, such as specially designed for the moon. Example is the color shade of the tree, and at first glance like a cloud of smoke; but the luxuriant willows, then the smoke is still discernible. Is vague on the trees along the distant hills, but some effect Bale. Through the branches are missing one or two street lights, languorous, sleepy eyes. The most lively, and to the cicadas chirping in the trees and the frogs in the pond water; but this animation was theirs alone, I did not.
lotus suddenly remembered something here. Festival in south of the old customs, it seems very early, and period of Six Dynasties; know from the songs. The lotus were picked by girls, they are Dangzhao boat, singing Yange go. Needless to say, there doing the gathering of people. It was a busy season, is a romantic one. Liang Yuandi Ping open. Seoul the waist beam element, fresh; spring and summer, flowers and tender leaves early for fear of contact with skirts and smile, afraid lest the boat grabbing upset. Visible merry excursions. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we have had no Fu Xiaoshou the.
I also remember If it turned out in force tonight, here's Lotus also considered Keeping Thinking about this makes me in the end the south. Such thoughts, I looked up to find my own door; gently push the door into the spectators too, and my wife fast asleep.
Spring
looking forward, looking forward, the wind came, and spring approaches. Attempt to do me awake all the way, Xinxin Ran opened his eyes. Long run up mountains, water, grew up, the sun blushed again. Grass secretly drilled out from the soil, and tender, green. Garden, fields, look to, a large a large full-Yes. Sitting, lying down, playing two rolls, kicks kicks the ball game a few times to run, catch a few back to dodge. Fengqing quietly, grass soft and soft. Peach, apricot, pear, you will not let me, I will not let you, are in full flower children rush times. Red like fire, the powder like Xia, white as snow. Flowers in with a sweet, Bile Yan, seems to have a tree full of peaches, Myolie, pear child! Under the buzzing bees and a thousand flowers clamor, the size of the butterfly flying. Wild flowers are everywhere: Miscellaneous satisfactory end, has a name, did not name, scattered in the grass, like the eyes, like stars, but also torture you for. The wind turned the soil to bring some new flavor, mixed with green grass, and various fragrant flowers are slightly moist air in the brewing. Birds will be safe in the flowers and leaves which Kechao, cheerful, and their friends to show off the crisp throat, sing the song reverberates with the breeze and the water should be. Shepherd of the piccolo cattle back, this time also to ring loud and clear all day in the. Rain is most unusual, two to three days. But do not get mad, look like the ox hair, like needles, like filaments, dense weave to ramp, people on the roof of a thin layer of smoke all Longzhe. Leaves are shiny green, green grass can be forced into your eyes. Evening when the lights,cheap UGG boots, and a little yellow halo of light, express a quiet and peaceful night. The countryside, a small road, stone edge, who walked slowly up umbrellas; also to the farmer to work, dressed in Mino, wearing Li's. Their thatched cottages,UGG boots clearance, venues tend sparsely in the rain was silent. The kite, more and more ground more children. City in the country, every household, Laolaoxiaoxiao, they rush times like children, one by one all out. Shuhuo Shuhuojingu, Dousou bracing, each doing a different thing to go. Attempt to do me the dolls in spring floor, head to toe are new, it grows. Spring, like the little girl, gorgeously dressed, laughing, walking. Spring as the robust youth, iron arm, waist and feet, and he leads us to go.
song
Western music and dance last night in the General Assembly,
like a late spring morning, the rain started falling ① hair sprinkled on my face in silence, causing moist, easy feeling. Fresh breeze blowing my Yi Mei, blowing like a lover's breath as my hand. I established an alum stone corridor, and by the rain that, as a thin layer of cream painted, marching to speak, the more creamy cute.
This is in the garden. Flora group also made their sleep. That light rain to wash away their dirt secretly, their own sweet will be the soft glow of luster. It was floating in the wash Yan, I can see them in the sunlight with the quiet time of deep red, left out the purple, and the smile of the white and green. Fairview-like in front of me before, and have brought the current dim color. Fang is unhappy with the sales of spring break it? Fang is a sense of the sleepy spring it?
about also because it misty rain, not the rich aroma of the garden. Easterly winds only trickling hungry like a strand of flowers, carries the breath of some wet grass and mud taste. Park outside the Rebellion and the marsh, and from time to time to send over some new interpolation seedlings, young wheat, and fresh willow-lined steam. These, though not sweet, but it can strongly stimulate the concept of my nose, so I have a pleasant sense of fatigue.
see ah, that is all the song: I use the ear, but also with the eyes, nose, tongue, body, listening to; too hard to sing. I finally had a healthy Xiqu paralysis. So to all the songs. Since then only by singing songs alone, listening to; the only song in the world.
rush
swallows go away, come back again; willow trees, and there is green again; peach blossoms fade, they will bloom again. However, the clever, you tell me, What set our days never to return? Someone stolen them: Who is that? Where could he hide it? Run away of their own: now where was it?
I do not know how many days they gave me; but my hands are getting empty. Counting up silently, thousand days have been streaming from my hand to; like a drop of water dripping on the tip in the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, no sound, no shadow. My forehead, know how many days.
to have gone to keep coming; how to go to the middle of the rush it? When I get up in the morning, fired into a small room in two or three slanting sun. The sun has feet, ah, lightly and furtively out; my wears. So wash your hands when the day from the basin in the past; to eat, the bowl over the past days; silence, begins with condensation of my eyes before the past. I can feel his haste, and reach out my hands to hold his hand and from the cover holding the past. Evening, as I lie in bed, he Lingling Lilly across from me, from my feet and fly away. So I opened my eyes and the sun meet, if that day has gone. I sigh over her face, but the shadow of the new day began to flash past in the sigh.
days flying in their escape, the first ten million of the world was I to do? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush; in more than eight thousand day rush, apart from hesitating, but also left something? Over the past days, such as smoke, blown away by the breeze; as mist by the sun evaporated the beginning; What have I left traces of it? Have I ever left the same as the gossamer traces at all? I came to this world naked, and shortly will be stark nakedness? It is not fair, why do we seek for nothing that was ah?
you the wise, tell me, why should our days never to return?
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