The sun in the middle of the day was soft like a drunken willow, and the sleepless Chen Qi was confused, he looked at the sycamore outside the window, the green and yellow feathers danced in the October morning wind, the rustling woke him up the expectation of the night, leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the plane tree, looking back at the excitement of the night, the corners of his mouth were already a faint smile.
The summer of August last year was still singing at the head of the Hongcun Bridge, and the fragrance of the lotus flowers in the South Lake had indeed turned into the lotus seeds of this autumn, coming with the fish, sinking into Chen Qi's heart, Yingying could not hold it, only like the fiery red lantern of Huizhou, hanging on the bird beam under the horse's head wall, burning, burning, burning the lake water of that summer, spreading the tenderness of Wanzhong into the sparkling light of the lake, swaying in the pupils of the dream, tracing up...
The review of time woke up like a dream, and the autumn sun at noon warmly ushered in the haunting woman, still light like a willow, like a bird dancing in the clouds, as if an angel landed on the earth, making him forget to hold hands.
She is Pear Fall, but also in the dream throbbing Chen Qi's night of the woman, she has autumn eyes, clear like the moon under the lake, but last August's long hair, transformed into a qi ear sideburns, for a time, so that Chen Qi can no longer hook the willows on the shore of the South Lake, but the fragrance of Ling Xiao flower is still in the pear fall between the hair of the dark incense. Chen Qi was shallow and intoxicated, staring in a daze, and asked himself if it was a dream.
Li Luo seemed to understand Chen Qi's thoughts and pinched his hand, "Fool, does it hurt?" Chen Qi naturally felt the pain, and at the same time grabbed Li Luo's hand, he knew that this was not a dream, it was a real Pear Fall, but a dream-like woman and his heart shook hands, this grip seemed to go beyond the distance of light years, melting the delusional thoughts into flowing happiness, seeping into his every vein, until the hotel where he lived, he woke up as before, and Li Luo's face was already seen by him as a touch of crimson.
The hotel house seems to be the appearance of suzhou garden, not very indeed very exquisite, osmanthus from the outer wall to the inner courtyard, the building is divided in the bamboo, green trees, rockeries, flowing water, dotted osmanthus trees are so staggered blooming, push the window to listen to the wind, the osmanthus branch will probe in, laugh out a brilliant branch, stars like the Ming and Qing dynasty room, spit out the fragrance. When the wind rises, the running water under the window is like a pleasure, which attracts several red carp, and the carp naughtily chases the tidbits of falling water, and the mellow is like brewing wine in the water. Drunk fish, fish dancing water, the splash of water, sprinkled on the hair of the pear, landed on the branch of the osmanthus flower in the window, shaking a few strands of yellow, floating in the filament gap. Can't help it, sniffing the pear-like sideburns, the lotus fragrance of this August has been transformed into the sweetness of October Dangui.
Pear Luo and Chen Ji quietly leaned on each other, looking out the window, letting the eyes pass through the autumn, reading the wind and flowers of Huizhou, the carved lingge, the winding path of the forest road corridor, the wooden historical picture scroll, the light and elegant time turned back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties jiangnan, and the woman he was staring at, it seemed that the clouds and tassels, became the melancholy lady of the deep locked courtyard in that era, looking at the floating clouds and red makeup, and could not see through the smoke and rain of Jiangnan. On the way to the old street, it is a stroll back in time.
The water of the Xin'an River under the sunset meanders along the road, the microwave ripples, and occasionally, you can see the small boats of decaying wood, scattered on the shore, and suddenly, find the imprint of vicissitudes. The old bridge built of bluestone, the pier has grown small trees and weeds, so that the loneliness of Jing Ling has more warmth, but its life has been facing the horse head wall of the old street shops for a long time. White cloud dogs, boom and bust, flowers blossom and fall, every silk on the willow embankment, all tell the brilliant birth as a summer flower, died of the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, which originally belonged to the tranquility of Huizhou, but there are butterflies passing by, the wings are filled with autumn osmanthus flowers, flapping big eyes through the three rivers, adding a new song to the originally warm emblem land.
Pear fall, curious to ask about the allusions of Huizhou, they ask each other a question and answer, several ancient legends jump like shadows, pear fall, listen very seriously, elegant short hair like rice paper, soaked in the emblem ink in the Sheyan, reading the flow of qingming river map, so that her eyebrows full of sea breeze, with the style of Huizhou, with the aura of this bluestone.
Although I didn't wait for the food on the first floor, I tasted the authentic taste of the city in a corner of the city, and although the wine was not full of fun, I also wished for this meeting. The shallow drunkenness of the small wine lengthened the night, making up for the regret of not reading the ancient city in August, they sat in a small rickshaw, greeted the fresh night air, flowed through the small Tunxi, with the fragrance of mandarin fish, and finally along the long osmanthus road, back to the green-surrounded villa. At this time, it was already the middle of the moon, repairing bamboo leaves, rustling and sanding, and whispering like wind songs, highlighting the quietness of this night. Candlelight lights, light sarong tents, Huizhou's tree osmanthus flowers, also held their breath for a day of prosperity, do not wait for them to say goodnight, it is already a heavy sleep into a dream, quiet only the flow of water downstream fish, breathing this night's intoxication, occasionally, there will be the sound of falling flowers.
Green Shadow Wuyuan
Half asleep and half awake, it was already early in the morning, and unknown birds chirped and chirped outside the window to light up a new day. She, before him got up, stretched out and pushed open the window, he hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck, at this time Osmanthus naughtily probed into the house again, with her, and there was a rain that did not know when, fluttering and sprinkling, like smoke and fog.
Looking at the deep courtyard: bamboo, osmanthus flowers, rockeries, flowing water, hazy like draped in tulle, like a legendary fairyland, for today's trip to Wuyuan, especially added a landscape painting expectation. Autumn rain falls on the body, it will be a little cold, and the enthusiasm of pear fall is like a burning fire, has always believed that this rain is the call of Wuyuan green, because there is the expectation of fulfilling the dream, even if the rain wets the hair, but also smile to pluck the bangs, cute like the sunflower, warm the gloomy day.
There were very few people on the car, and it was rare to be clean, they listened to music, and they couldn't put every Huizhou homeland outside the window. The road to Wuyuan, stitching together scattered Huizhou, a river of clear water, Qingchi, cooked yellow leaf ferns during the interlacing period. On the water, there are bridges connecting from time to time, wooden and stone, on both sides of the bridge are dotted people's homes, the green wall of Uwa is hidden in the glorious camphor trees, smoking from the cooking, and occasionally you will see the old man who herds cattle, wearing a bucket hat, rolling up his pants, and leisurely spending time with the cows on the bridge that is lightly locked in smoke. This bridge looks like it has been some years old, and it must have walked through many Huizhou people, from here down to Tunxi, sailed the Xin'an River, and traveled to Hangzhou, yangzhou, and Gyeonggi. They either made meritorious contributions to science and became Yuanhanlin; or traveled and lectured, becoming academic masters; or doing business; becoming red-topped merchants; they surpassed barrenness and worked hard, and finally let Huizhou flourish, creating the most brilliant totem on the map of Chinese culture.
Chewing it up, it is history, and now, the only calm here is the white silk of the wind, facing the stream, gently talking, talking about the ancient past, talking about the changes of the present. The car hovered on the mountain road, the heart has been flying, the thick green sea outside the window, the waves filling their eyes, Chen Qi and pear fall, looking at it in a daze, the mountains are connected to the mountains, the green is connected to the green, and the green color flows in the rain and fog, as if the veins are surging with no longer Yin red blood, but the lush Wuyuan.
The trees are tangled with fog, there is no head in sight, there is no bottom, occasionally a few white shadows appear in the mountain, it must be the Huizhou former residence of the white wall of Uwa, the house is a calm heavenly place; occasionally there are a few fiery reds in the green, it must be a harvest of persimmon trees full of fruit; occasionally the green edge has a golden palette, it is a heavy rice ear pressing all over the field, the field next door is still a field, but after the harvest, the grass stacks are piled up, like a silent castle, I really want to lie in the grass at a sunny time, imagine an autumn fairy tale.
In the field, it is the simple folks who are harvesting, although there is a slight drizzle, but in the grand song of the threshing machine, the corners of the mouth are filled with the joy of the harvest. Big eyes looked at such a farming scene, the heart was actually worried about whether the rice was cut in hand, after he dialed a little, suddenly understood, so the interest turned to know the manshan fruit tree, helpless, the speed is relatively fast, and when he said the name of the fruit tree, the tree has indeed disappeared without a trace, as a result, the pear is dazed, the look is very cute.
Ziyang in Wuyuan is a small town and a distribution center, and like many tourist attractions, when they get off the bus, noisy and chaotic, they break through one blockade after another to pull guests and hospitality, and go to the Small Bridge and the Li Pit where the water flows. Li Keng and Xiaoqi, Wangkou are adjacent, like a piece of warm jade hidden in the deep mountains, the village is made of water, the water edge is a piece of farmland, the water is a dense camphor tree, the white wall Uwa. In the crevices of the leaves, the rich aroma of camphor is emitted, and this fragrance has spread to this day, and this village has been indisputable for a long time. Water raises mountain villages, mountain villages for water to precipitate the aura, China's most beautiful mountain villages, Fei sheng China, so, come here to infiltrate the green, understand more and more people in Huizhou, the tranquility of the morning and evening return of the hundred years, awakened by the footsteps of foreigners worship, Li Keng is exquisite and noisy, the bluestone trail winds through the farmland, has disappeared in the depths of the mountains, the creek by the trail, clear to the bottom, on the water, bamboo raft boats, leisurely shuttle on the narrow waterway, know, do not know, in the moment when the two boats meet, nod hello, at this moment, After the wind passed through the rice waves, I realized that the rain had stopped for a long time.
After passing through the inlet where the camphor tree grows densely, the winding path into the soul made of Li Keng water, a water across the village, the houses on both sides of the river, built according to the water, the same horse head wall, the same Uwa, the same high window, revealing the little girl's innocent and shy smile, that smile is as brilliant as the chrysanthemum on the windowsill.
The pear fell on the bridge on the water, leaving a shadow, in the moment when she was frozen by the light and shadow, like a scroll of ink, the long release opened, the green mountains and rivers flowing water for the scenery, the small bridge people's home, blooming among them, a beautiful woman, just like this, walking on the bridge, holding a branch of osmanthus in her hand, in the autumn sun, dancing the drama belonging to the ancient Huizhou, the posture of the flying fiber, reflected in the water, with the change of light and shadow, and become eternal.
There are a few tea houses looking at the water, which feels like an inn in Lijiang, if there is time, Chen Qi will take her up to the tall building, and she will take a pot of osmanthus wu tea together, leaning on the beauty, smelling the tea fragrance, tasting this leisurely, looking at the shape of the flowing water, listening to the sound of the flowing water, letting the time of life slow down the hurried pace, let life think more calmly.
I didn't see the osmanthus flowers of Li Zhicheng's former residence, perhaps, there was no osmanthus flowers, because after the Toad Palace folded the laurel, the fragrance no longer fluttered in The Li Pit, but stayed in Lin'an. Only, the rose of the tree, the baptism of wind and rain, accompanied by the carp of the pond, the flowers blossom and fall, telling the glory of the owner of the house, and the sorrow of leaving home, and the thoughts hidden in the sorrow.
Twilight comes, Chen Qi and pear fall, return along the mountain road, during the period, the natural photos are countless, fixed the posture of the mountain village, of course, the most suitable for the landscape posture is the pear falling. Little Li Keng, it doesn't take two hours to walk, and after walking for two hours, it seems to have completed the history of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, this history is not the wind and snow moon, the wind flower does not belong to Huizhou, Huizhou's blood is glory and parting, it is lonely and watchful, so Wuyuan is a picture scroll that is forgotten in the green, it is a home in the depths of their Hui people's souls, walking through, more into the soul.
The pupils of the pear fell with the light of Huizhou, and there were more introverts in Huizhou with their hands and feet, and the wind and clouds were soothing, and they actually understood the true meaning of the living water at the source of Zhu Xi, so when they returned from looking for water, they said that life is like a long river, all the way to draw, in order to return to the real sea, and will not become a pool of stagnant water.
Wuyuan is not a trip, osmanthus flowers, no longer empty splendor, but the fragrance of flowers for the scenery, and the release of life