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Chen Fang
As an authentic northerner, I yearn for the life of the south incomparably, like its a river of smoke and rain, like its stone bridge willows, like its rain to hit the banana, like its lonely sail and distant shadow ... ... , just like like someone, like all of her, there is no reason.
When I first met this place, the Water Hun Pastoral, I was fascinated by it. It is located on the edge of a small town, but it exudes the smell of Jiangnan water town everywhere.
Unable to resist its temptation, I came here again in the evening after a rain.
At this time, the autumn wind is gradually rising, and the autumn mood is getting stronger. Pieces of unknown flowers are still blooming, but sorghum is like a little girl who is overwhelmed, with a low brow. Flocks of birds flew overhead, farther and farther away, slowly turning into small black dots, and finally disappeared. The sky was washed blue by the rain, almost overflowing with tears, but the clouds were as beautiful as skirts.
Walking through the dreamlike rainbow path, you come to the water's edge, on both sides are tall verdant bamboo, green water grass dancing in the autumn wind, small dragonflies from time to time skimming the water, waking up the lazy water lilies.
Walking along the stone path, the water under your feet is flowing, playing a leisurely music, as if you are pouring out your thoughts about whom.
Unconsciously come to the snack street, you will be greeted by small bars and workshops with a variety of special snacks. The quaint gates, the stacked stone walls, the green tiles on the roof, the ancient grass huts, and the signs that flutter in the wind, and the roaring sound from time to time in the air, make you feel as if you have returned to the water town of your dreams, not to mention the colorful little lanterns overhead, and a beautiful oil-paper umbrella.
Walk to the bend of the path and be shocked by a large piece of low-hanging wisteria! I thought, if I could concoct coffee with a unique taste; if I could hold a guitar and sing gentle songs; if I could still be young and beautiful, I would open a coffee shop here, called a music café or a corner coffee shop, and hope that anyone who comes to me can meet love around the corner. What a beautiful dream, but unfortunately I just dreamed about it, but I still like my half fireworks and half poetic life.
Further ahead, there is a relatively quiet street, lined with rows of houses, flowers and plants in front of the door, and unknown trees.
Passing by a big theater stage, the construction workers are still busy, but I seem to see the audience is full, the actors on the stage are on the stage, the light sleeves are man, and the hundred turns are thousands of times, and I also seem to see the end of the song scattered, people going to the empty building, just like life, the origin of the fate, the gathering and dispersion.
Holding the railing and walking to the water's edge again, the river was quieter and more turbulent than before, and several dinosaurs stood on the stone wall and looked at pedestrians in the distance. Inadvertently, I was pleasantly surprised to find that under the railing, there were several pink lotus flowers hiding under the lotus leaves, blooming, as if afraid of seeing strangers, blushing. I quickly took out my camera and treasured the appearance of their hired Ting.
Continuing to walk forward, across the winding bridge to the end, when my favorite song "Once The Most Beautiful" sounded in my ears, Zhu Mingjie's slightly sad voice made this song become moving.
All the way around, at this time, the sun has disappeared into the distant mountains of Daisy, and the fiery red sunset has crossed everything to Phnom Penh.
I heard that the night view here has a different charm, so I decided to wait, wait until the lights are on, wait until the lights are dimmed. As if waiting for a belated lover, some excitement and some urgency and some nervousness.
I returned to the horse farm, where the little brother was taming them with a horse whip. Soon I found that the three horses had different personalities, the white horse was the most docile and obedient, the black horse occasionally had a small temper, and the brown horse with a pinch of white hair at the center of the eyebrow, the strongest temperament, named: lightning.
I have always longed for a free and free grassland life, can ride a horse, swing a whip, chase cattle and sheep... After bargaining, I finally got my wish, rode the white pony, greeted the sunset, the pony drove me leisurely on the horse farm, step by step to the other side of the dream...
Soon the night fell, the stars in the sky lit up, the lights on the ground were on, and I turned back along the stone path again, and I saw the fiery red lantern swaying in the wind, and the figures of the people moving under the lamps, like the brilliant lights of Taierzhuang that night. It's just that I went under the wisteria and came back again, too much beauty to appreciate, I'm afraid I lost myself and couldn't find my way home.
When I decided to leave, many people rushed to the scene with their children. At this moment, fireflies are flying around, autumn insects are hiding in the grass and whispering softly, and I am in a happy mood, like the song I just heard: We walk and walk, and the flowers bloom...
We will pass through the spring wind and go to the blossoms; we will pass through the autumn rain, to the rainbow, and the water and water garden that is still under construction, like a gentle and beautiful girl, she stands on the land of our great beauty and pingyi, it will inevitably become more and more beautiful, she attracts tourists from the south to the north, so that people can't help but stop and stare, nostalgic and unforgettable...
Chen Fang, female, pen name Mo on the blossom. He is a member of Linyi Calligraphers Association, Pingyi County Artists Association, and Pingyi County Writers Association, and has loved poetry, painting and music since childhood. In middle school, he published articles, and his later works were mostly scattered on the Internet, loving life, loving nature, striving to forge ahead, and being positive.