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2012-04-29 15:06:27

 Walk fuchuan
To be temporary fuchuan decision, this is true. Previously mentioned going to, but that's just freely said Monday.
But then decided to go, it gets a little to listen to the wind is rain, I actually think of direct from the street will go.
The car the bumpy road, is keen to see the scenery, so for the unknown way from not sleepy, but is very excited, all the way at the east west look.
When the car to fuchuan people welcome you travel, I know we have entered the fuchuan territory, look with shiny green orange orange. I can't help but abrupt fantasy, wait for eyeful golden, we pairs, want, here again. The girl to pick the fruit, the boy fishing the kitchen, singing and curl smoke in, when night came fire dance. Popular completely in the cool wind blow gently down day on the ground, the eyeful is full of the stars. Counting, this is me that is you, he went to sleep. The life be fulfilling. Always I think I corners of the mouth can't help upgrade becomes warped, is sometimes hear the singing away.
Between the car through the rural unconsciously, into the county town. Next to the car to, also don't walk in the direction of the argument went, fuchuan wind than the eight steps much cool. It has been my dream to meet real yao sister, look around, but busy people such as my parents brother general nobody paid attention to us to come, their clothes and we to all their lives and we have no don't. I can't help but some disappointed. Flow of traffic flow, through their life for the people to rush about, I use the total years past the back for this life and their pass by. I suddenly felt like know they are saying words and the product of live tonight worries: if they don't understand mandarin? But still hesitate to strike up a conversation.
Walk fuchuan, we walked on, not bian direction, ask way, it is the flavor of the expedition. On a slope to a ridge, heard the babbling Brooks. Standing on the bridge, is wasted the upward, to pour pagodas, then went to the downstream go! Through the hospital geography knowledge tell our city center should not far, can be more walk but more broken. As I rest in a "celebre door", to look after the door wall thick is ancient stone road, a narrow roadway extension forward, the house old and new, but it looks like that's color of the run-down. Me to go away, but some at the door in the gamble, I again remind of the "kung fu hustle" chow lines: look at this help a pauper si, the poorer the day of don't know the so-called doing nothing. I dare not go inside.
Forward. And think of the poet said: familiar place no scenery. Go.
We walked along a look right ah, what more walk more desolate? Don't poets have wrong?
A fork in the road to fold and down the clear Buddha pagodas repair. A big dog awe-inspiring walk through, I'm not very frightened, because I know that I am not lu dongbin.
It is the scenery in ancient towers is the place of fuchuan square. Static in the monument but did not take pictures of the sculptures carved out of their life, don't disturb their life. Silently I read their name, given their due respect for their deeds moved.
Green grass shade, bubbling streams is also a good place for this fall. Friend gave me a piece of paper, I fold a small boat, in the boat down a stone, and cast into the water down the river, remembering the wanderers bottle of story.
The really came, and to people in the cowherd on green grass.
We go back to the city looking for a living, and they have to communicate, I crustily skin of head up: excuse me here are housing?
"You speak, please?"
Once I listen to can not help again joy. Listen to don't understand mandarin but they'll learn sawcuengh. Haha......
"This change and housing?"
"Yes, you look at this, the key, kay."
White sheets, a television, a toilet, good, it. Made houses, but also not expensive, think very kind to people or fuchuan well.
Lying in bed rest, television: the former south Korean President roh moo-hyun spoke with people from remains farewell, sad people cross tears.
It was in imperceptible in dark down, belly began to protest: you let an eye to see them all, let nose filled with fragrant, total this let me a festival now.
Bad decision against it a beautiful restaurant, in fact all pretty quiet and beautiful fuchuan everywhere. Even some cold and cheerless. Ordered Fried noodles, taro pot, and a bowl of porridge pigeon. Don't know is hungry's sake, or because of the mood, I think the things here is much better than eight steps, porridge is delicious, think about eight steps in to eat a bowl of porridge for half a day so that all can't find. When is really happy and happy, and once again, feel the people's humanity fuchuan.
The night of her dark fuchuan, cool wind blow gently didn't also, though, have the feeling of desolate instead anyway, back to the accommodation watch TV. Wash gargle finished lying in bed, missing JiaoRan by storm. TV programs are decided.
Shut the TV in the quiet went to sleep. Sleep I see my boat I wanted him to go to the place.
Early in the morning to the person is always full of vigor and vitality, takes a bath, back room, to inquire the way toward the east, and forward.
Eat two dollars bowel powder (more than eight steps to), to a bowl of bean propeller (really bowl of outfit) faint in feel at home. Remind people's humanity to fuchuan.
Ask to the station to know is still far east, can't go. Go to the fairy's lake, ask to go with more than eight steps back still far away.
In the county of the screw had to play. Come down from the mountains have interest dim.
On the way back, didn't go to interest. But in the car went to sleep.
Two day night for a fuchuan remember this.
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