Sit to go to hangzhou country home car red lantern, the mood to be calm, the colleagues laughing, and I quiet, from the bottom of the in vitro is a kind of missing the pain, only with their laughter thoughts, in the air if a butterfly. At this moment, I'm sitting next to touched me "what's the matter with you?" I smile, didn't answer, but with a face that flow of tears.
Twist look out of the window, all the way scenery didn't change much, a tearful see driving seat, has not the same naughty humor handsome you, the car is not only me, but one of my colleagues. At this time, let it liked I really miss you, remember that we had in the good times together, then how happy we are, now you happy? Good? At a world, I can't see you, but do not know whether you can know, without you, I don't really happy!
Dim and look back, and you said: "let's weekend to grandma's house?" I ask: "the grandmother home to who?" You said: "red lantern her grandmother's house." The weekend, we in the early morning, singing all the way to grandma's house red lantern, natural mountain landscape and the rural Bridges environment, kind of warm my grandma's amorous feelings, of primitive simplicity and elegant wooden cabin, the smell of earth soil venison delicacies, deeply attracted us.
We visited the theater environment, in the countryside, and the people ancestral hall, xue juggling performance, in the countryside, amusement, fully experience the jiangnan as the "play a my grandma's" family fun. At that time we play crazy, he can't help to show, and tourists to the us applause, we realized that there are many tourists in the watch! And the flickering wooden cabin, attitude various, the style is chic, the lintel, named after the trees with flowers their name, go out fully thick CunYe interest and has the incomparable charm city and artistic conception. I imagine said: "live tastes must be higher than the city hotel." You a look bad smile ground to say: "not, we experience the? Let you shed girl back into a woman?"
When we came to a piece of bamboo, bamboo leaves smell the fragrance, hears bird's shout, he can't help to enter the bamboo forest, the high straight, green bamboo of free, as if to welcome us like, in bits with the wind through the whole bamboo of ten thousand pieces of bamboo leaves one thousand dance dance in the wind, glittering and translucent get rid of bamboo leaves on the dew, in the sunlight reflecting colorful dazzling ray of light, in this clear the set off of dew, like beauty after bamboo leaves, charming embellish round soft, like snow ice qing, a pity, JiaoTai finish now, amorous feelings kinds, provoking infinite is convenient, is so beautiful, such as into the wonderland. Butterfly dance in the forest, kiss of the green leaves, bathed in fresh and sweet air. At the moment, we think of their hometown of that of fresh green bamboo, the hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest cabin, and the winding path.
In the evening, the log cabin ZhanZhan red lantern JiLiang, lantern, bonfire, fireworks hand in photograph reflect, as beautiful as the rosy clouds, in which you view from drunk, on the show, a group of girls, young man wearing a merchant national costumes, jump, bamboo pole dance dance bench, miao song and dance show. The music we almost forgot to go home.
Today, my colleagues and I pass by the bamboo again, wind blowing leaves, elegant leaves a gentle voice. You step into a familiar with and long bamboo. This once fell into this long and clear warmth, even the courage to struggle on no. Bamboo or the bamboo forest, that kind of deep memory all rise again. Bathed with the warmth of sunshine, I see, when we walk the quiet of the bamboo forest, immerse yourself in that one clear of calling the situation. At the same time, see small bamboo you hundreds to ecstasy, and took me by the hand and run in bamboo forest, wear in bamboo gap and cried my name: "I love you!" Drew lots of tourists cast to eyes and envy. I see also, bamboo superimposed deep wish to hold in the figure, the beautiful view of words every now and then in the heart of our love, we love sky warm, soft it is the party of the jiangnan water and soil, wen run the feminine bamboo leaves, also moved by this underfoot humility of bamboo, because it hears the we love sounds, realize we the feeling of low v.
I just stood in a corner of the bamboo forest, with the sun struck silently thoughts. Listening to my like songs such as cry voice. The bamboo all sunshine and kept beating my heart. A cold wind blowing, trance, I can't tell is true or false, in thought, near at hand, the long, I hide not open of memory. I thought would never come to the bamboo tree, I think that will never step this home. Who knows, so casual and after there is always in here, deep experience stomping ground is also a kind of beautiful, also clear his whole life as it is on your mark. Even if I numerous comfort ourselves, but also can't help the tears of its qi. You go so natural and unrestrained, this a walk briskly and no trace, can't see you. My heart into a piece, dip the cold wind of miss you, almost become two way dam, often never dam and discharge.
Dip in bamboo leaves of cotton feeling, the whole with light cotton meaning, you buckle in my heart. My bitterness, look up, quietly with your breathing induction, smell, sound and color, looks like a dream. You see, bamboo forest flash had in hand through our silhouetted figure. You listen to, among bamboos echoed with us and the writing was, singing and the ups and downs, rippling, airborne. Again I miss your gentleness, said softly: "where are you?" at this time, you seem in bamboo forest clouds waved to me: "I'm here!" I'm in the charming appearance ask: "you come, know I think you?" You said: "come can kiss you?" I return to speech: "that still use to say?" you around the bamboo in my ears muttering: "hold you all right?" My gentle on your arms...... At the moment, I seem to see I wears a white wedding dress, and hand in hand you between bamboo light song thethin urtain, the romantic feelings, intoxicating smile will be happy to show glance bamboo.
Drunk sentiment, the broken heart, kiss, this is we have been in this piece of bamboo of romance, this is you have beautiful places, the bamboo tree in our most pure most romantic story. The bamboo and you and I handwriting, I gently stroked we love heart burn, for we have the intention of sweet and fragrant, for our share of the deep and eternal love and touched, for we that time sweet sweet and comfortable, the curling, truly the tender feelings, the reverberation, all soft language, we use the bamboo drunk. Who, lost in the thoughts of pain, let the heart lake ripples on romantic? Heaven and earth and silent, only leaves in the wind dance dance, sing a song in the XinQu thoughts.
