People often put the original birthplace called home town, and later some footing as home or habitation, and temporarily live in foreign land after total want to back to hometown of got called, they can never and hometown charm comparable. Just like any personal after after all lovers can only be called lover, and not the first lover. This is an ingrained.
Come out from his home outside the track has had more than ten years. Duckweeds float over the autumn leaves or as, in the years turning themselves in the wind down the river and rest, but so was honored to have too much a home. Say "home", actually is a more than ten flat house put a indispensable bed and cooking with the stuff of a TV and a few books, the other thing is to reduce with brain, lest the next move when trouble. Because dare not to buy so many things, when using total some not optional, but things less also have little benefit, in addition to move convenient besides, also easy to keep the house clean and tidy. In his spare time a little take some time can sort of clean, but saving a lot of meaningless waste time, this and I am lazy temper is very fitting. So simple dwelling place can barely known as "humble room", a great poet in tang dynasty had for his own cottage liu yuxi wrote a thrilling "humble room inscription", Confucius said, "a gentleman, the abode of what's have?" I'm not a gentleman, have no just speaks eloquently, also have no yan refers to his "alone my back's", just a little hard to avoid wrong but law-abiding, character advocation simple at will, can make the fortunate small woman just.
And I also like liu like his last now humble room, this is all my best love got a. Between the two in the independent small house. An empty, and I live by the river bank in that room. Just checked in that day is a spring on the evening of April, a river with over a few bunch of pink azalea and pinpricks of provoking fondly of the broken pieces wild flowers. The light wind gently brushed tender branches of the willows, like a young woman in the comb hair. On the surface of the dense fog, a few water birds fly to the sky with screaming sinks down half of the setting. The door of the fully the vegetable of a piece of beans, already see the dark red or white butterfly the same broad bean flowers, see the large green bean pod packed with trees, such as a mother bosom in take little doll. Behind budao edge of the catcher in wheat is headed Yang flower go, and large areas of the rape of unsolicited matches the eye...
The jiangnan lively QingWa white wall, the eyeful of the dark green, the river to the poetic, this a wisp of hall full of sweet spring breeze, the loneliness of the setting sun, are you to let my soft heart love at first sight. I so enthralled by the quiet time, so indifferent to artistic conception. After so many in the evening, I can't help but with a love of this book, enjoy the beautiful quietly sat by the river of operation, book was not moved, my eyes over the text in the distance run, that is a spiritual and detached the have a rest.
The landlord is a pair of once the old couples, and their children to each one has his own house, leaving only two old man alone keep the yard. They in the gate house additional monarch a opened a small shop, monopoly daily provisions. Two people don't like to talk, but was very kind, and occasionally send some of our north of what people never eat, I make bad. A few days tender however tender beans just started to pick, cast a XiuXiTian when I'm at home, the old woman with the basket sent some to our delicious jabuticaba Popsicle, also told me to have a few lines on the broad bean leeks, you love to eat the leek dumplings, want to eat despite cut. The old man's sincere let me very touched, I to this kind of home keep saying thank you. The old woman but some deafness, leaving the beans will turn back and the old man two people sit to talk shop doorway to chirp chuckle, said to the happy place the old couple all ha ha smile, the rampant wrinkles, like a spring carriage rolled over the mark. Soft soft WuNong soft language let I suddenly remind of xin qiji's song "qingping music. In the village."
Horsebean is mature, the weather also slowly hot, behind the wheat also suddenly become rice paddies, evening had some strange animals from behind paddy fields into our house for a visit. The naughty little snail has and as soft the slimy body, just back less a small house. While we are fast asleep, we play in the kitchen in wanton, steal to eat our food, we find that in the morning when they leave only see a bright traces, but only the helpless wry smile shook his head. In the rice fields full of water storage, just plug seedlings on the water in YingYing greenery, asing if is sent by god's messengers, in the warm sun, moving back and forth soft little wings, always fly to deep heart.
Summer just over the horizon, the rain a little more, also means some. Next to the Yangtze river because, but several times to see "sunrise east west rain" wonderland. The rain is an uninvited guest, will suddenly in a silent night we write a song for impassioned sound. Room is simple and easy room, roof don't sound insulation, larger wind storm roof and trembled violently and screamed as if instantly will have the overturning of danger. Bean big drops of rain followed, like dense of fireworks, and as a energizes. For a long time, the sound has passed, the rice field behind the frog to open a new chapter then.
Each of the croak, is the nature of the soothing sounds and a masterpiece. You listen carefully, this ten million frog, have ten million voices. Delicate, gracious, loud, vulgar, gentle, sometimes a sound solo, such as children whispers; Sometimes a few sound light hum, such as adult chat; Sometimes the chorus sounds, such as hyperactivity lead sing. Wind, rain, croak, although loud but not fright, although populated but not noisy, and somehow like a genius musician in command of all of this. The heart of the sounds of nature in this magical in and do and stop, until the night fog infiltration of the wet drops of water, and the hazy in enron sleep. A dream, I had the home that piece of the blue sky.
As the days went past, it has set up a file in the cottage in the spring and autumn commuted several. This period also consciously or unconsciously added to walking with the car and computer kind of stuff, a small house full up close to capacity, would like to find a spacious place is always the heart has not give the quiet and beautiful comfortable here. Don't want to suddenly one day the notice of the old man received the landlord, said here soon to tear open change, they would have to move to another place in the village, we find another house move. I at that time the silly eye, it seems that this really want very reluctantly give up what one favours.
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