In the past few years, I have returned to Fangling, a small county town, the birthplace of the poetry classics, and the reserved place of Tang Taizong.
At the doorstep of the house is the quiet West River around the city, the weeping willows of the Qi River embankment are guarded by yiyi, and the colorful light of the evening reflects half of the sky, and the grandeur of the moment is unforgettable! In the evening of the rainy day, although the sky is dim, the raindrops are exceptionally bright, and the sound is overflowing with joyful joy, which makes people hear endlessly!
Ugly early summer, the weather is still cool, used to get up at half past five, always the first time to the backyard, look at the melon fruit I planted, the early morning breeze and accidental vehicles, all awaken the life that has been sleeping all night, the sun has not yet climbed over the mountain, the melon seedlings are covered with morning dew, the air is the sweetness of plants, the aroma of the earth, the moon flowers that bloom at night show a faint pink, and the light fragrance flutters around, like a woman who can't find a home.
The time is still relatively early, I like to pick them up, the weeds that happen to grow, and the snails that travel at night are attached to the branches and leaves, because the son likes to play with them, so he also loves them, but by chance he was surprised to find where they lie, the leaves have left holes of different sizes, I thought they were the habitat of amusement, but they were not, taking advantage of the cool night They were eating the branches and leaves, so the melon seedlings grew very slowly, and the fine grasp reached more than twenty.
When I looked up, there were several small birds flying on the fence, chirping, occasionally flapping their wings, as if greeting me, the sun had not yet shown its face, the colors were still hiding in the shadows, they were waiting, as long as there was a little dawn on the mountain, the colors would slowly become colorful, red, yellow, green, purple, clustered, like a woman in new clothes, to come out together to meet the guests.
It was the quietest time of the day, when the sun had climbed over the hill and it was time for the children to get up and go to school, the sound began to slowly become noisy, but it was accompanied by the sound of growing up against the morning light.
This is a special time, is it a temporary residence after the drifting, or a permanent companionship, can not be, but behind each period of time is the ups and downs of life, small joy, unexpected encounters are the splicing of the forward, in the Fangling away from the hustle and bustle of the square inches, quiet companionship, waiting for the next year's warmth and cold.
