2010年12月27日星期一

Village fog rhyme

Village fog rhyme

In the early light of dawn, I walked out of farm houses on stilts along the winding path, to the field, and wandering around in the wet ridge, Xie Xie transpiration and the warmth of the soil in place, immersed in the countryside to enjoy the fog rhyme.
I still wake up at this time the village seems to sleep, seems so tranquil, the dream became a hit with the fog like.
Fog, and near, light blue, the dawn mist, from the exuberant green leaves, Jingjing stump from under the slightest, a plume of nodding sway to rising up; distant, faint milky dawn mist from the valley, from the Qing Cheonggyecheon River, a round, rising up in bunches. Fog, in the village green and green meandering wandering, gently wiggle.
While chilly morning air blowing, fishes continuously, round beam beam fog like the wind girl tiny pair of Sun Jian, the hand woven like a piece of feather light, thin as onion skin of ribbons. Near, spread around the ribbon leisurely, some nestled in the trees, and some scattered in the grass, and some floating in the mountain side of the road diffuse, and some around the roof with the curl of smoke in the financial together, and some floated the woods, and some floating in the valley ... ... the entire country is warm and refreshing aroma, and even the dawn fog, also like the flavor when brewed out of the fog evaporates. In the distance, the ribbon winding and unlock the whole mountain, untied and wrapped, I do not know is the lingering fog on the mountain, or hill of fog tempting, as if the cut is always ongoing Qingsi, v. endless best friend. I thought: in this country early in the morning, if not accompanied by fog, the mountain which is how the lonely ah; If there is no attachment to the mountain, fog, how should the boring ah!
A fog, a fog; a mist, a cloud of fog. Fog is a huge fetish is fetish virtual gas. Misty misty fog that seems waves of indistinct from the bushes, from the stump, from the roof, from the valley, from near, from a distance, rolling coming in constantly hangs with, rose up, rolled and thicker the more exchange , piled thick, like a boiling cauldron of boiling white milk, filled with villages, the entire village is cuddle in his arms. Mist, I like jade tree, there is a feeling of floating, his face wet, creamy greasy hair became silver, eyebrows covered with crystal flowers. And like a huge fog, do not tear open, pull the white brocade is not bad, tightly to shrouded countryside. Near the farmhouse, trees, crops, and the distant mountains are gone, the valley is also filled, the front is the vast expanse of whiteness, a misty fans. I was the fog lifted the body, hanging in the air, as entered in Wonderland, I do not know where you are, have all sorts of mysterious illusion, really "lock mountain mist mountain mist, sky and water, tail water reaching the sky."
"Plug into the fog of the day, right close people and cattle do not argue," the fog is so thick, so deep, like the flow of slurry, it can help people float. I am wrapped in the endless mist, savor the joy and happiness of the soul, I feel that the fog is so soft, cool, light and erratic. Children blink of an eye, that is in the fog like a restless adolescent beautiful and sturdy country girls, flirting, make eyes, a shake three pendulum, leisurely into my arms, servant grinding coming from the ear. I saw her shy and charming style, I quickly went to hug Qubao, expect to kiss her, do not want clever, she is evasive, to provoke me after a while, suddenly disappeared. And blink of an eye, and if the fog that white-haired grandmother, Chi Mei good head, smiling, bending song ridge, gently touch my body, hand on things; I saw her soft and lovely face, I quickly going arrested and football, and more to snuggle her, and did not want to, kind of her, playing with me after a while, stormed hide their faces, suddenly disappeared.

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