These mountains are too far away to reach. Even if you cross the old lane, you cross the new town. There should be an inquiry in a person's life, even if there are all kinds of lucky wheels intertwined, it is worth whispering in the shallow night. The ancients said that if you stay in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature. Naturally, it can be in front of the house in the countryside or in the fields. If you want to see some similarities and differences, you can go further, but those so-called city countries don't have to go. Find some small towns hidden in the mountains When I think of Mr. Wen Cong's "Border Town", I try it. The tranquility and streamer of Xiangxi are like movies. If I can watch more frames, I will go back to that simple family. But I don't think it will be easy. Just a poet-a noble writer. Please allow me to call him Mr. Su, because I think he is a poet. Only poets have such dreams. And I think there are only two kinds of people who have a beautiful world, one is a poet and the other is an essayist. Only they can fantasize, not, or build such a city, and no one else can get in, only the author. The author is the key to that world, but where the key is, the author is unknown, maybe in the depths of blood.
To build a city, there must be a mountain, in the north of the city; There will be winding streams in the city; There must be a pool of water in the south of the city; There must be a plain, on the green grass. You can build a Gothic building in a foreign country or a city in a painting. There are only two kinds of buildings in the world that are yearning for, and the others are doing. Just as Gothic cities have churches, Chinese painting cities must have towers. That's human settlement, that's the meaning of the city. However, it is inevitable to find such a city. Take a step back and find a small town in the mountains. There's no need to talk about magic. The person who can perfectly embed a city into the valley is the greatest magic. It is a gift from nature. It may be too heavy to caress, and the tentacles that reach into the river will be washed away. Others just laugh but pray devoutly, but this is the way to live in peace.
Modern times are very developed, with airplanes, highways, ships and railways. But generally speaking, the most desirable is the Wu Peng of the river; The cooking train smokes. One is a poetic distance, and the other is a dream distance. You have feelings by boat and dreams by train. I am a person who can't see the sea on the big island. Learn from them and take the train. The train has been to the scenery; There must be a train in the scenery. The train lingers, stops on a dilapidated platform, and when it leaves the station, you can see the breath of the city. To understand a city, I don't think I need to know anything, just two things, one is unofficial history, which is secretly circulated in a small town, and the other is the street where the station goes down. What is this city like? If you know these two things, you will know all this. But let's go for a walk. Turn left or right from the station. At this time, there will be a lot of winking, which is the so-called bottom of the city. I've worked so hard for so long for a little oil and salt. Maybe not. Maybe her home is spacious and bright, and there are many kinds of electrical appliances, some of which are even aging. Some are villas and manors, as good as those built in popular urban areas, but that's not their wish. So maybe you don't have to pity or spit on them, just smile at her. If you want her to take you a distinctive way, go with her. The voice you want to know will always appear in your ear. If you don't sit down, you can do it Just walk gently. Let's visit the city. Small streets will also be busy, and the eaves-high trees on the first floor just cover the signboard of the shop opposite, only seeing one word. When I get to the opposite side, there is no food with the characteristics of the town, or even the characteristics of this area, but I will definitely smile sincerely and then go. Walk slowly. Tea shops, clothing stores, hardware stores, electrical stores, department stores, snack bars, tram shops, banks, express delivery offices and government agencies are all crowded in one street, but each one will be so wide that many people can be crowded at the same time. When you come to a city, you should eat its flavor, appreciate the flowers and plants printed on its city, find its historical sites and see its houses. Four things are indispensable, which is really worth it. Stay a little longer if you want to see it. It is better to have a camera. Walking through five streets with a camera, you can be a young man and take some beautiful or bright and sad pictures. You can be a reporter and take some prosperous or lonely pictures; You can also pretend to be an artist and weave some pictures with stories. Don't worry about going far. At this time, time is still, only what you want to see.
Walking through every corner of the city, you will see the sleeping May; Will hear the tone of youth; Smell the grand fragrance of the small home; You will see what the Buddha said. All sentient beings, all kinds, condensed into essence and clamored over the city. The sound of guitar, violin, piano, harmonica, flute, flute, bowl and drum is clear, from dusk to morning, from morning to evening. Sitting in a taxi at night, I feel so satisfied that my heart is integrated into every wave of the city. Young girls fight, and there are children in the new century. Spiritual grandmothers are dancing in the square dance, young couples are arguing under the tree, and middle-aged uncles are wearing sculptures. They are all in Little Square. The square is by the river. Roller skating shuttled through the crowd, and small lights flashed in the reflection. This is the city people you see. The undercurrent remains the same. Maybe what you see is an empty night for a group of people. Maybe what you are seeing now is someone else's life, but this moment may be the most cherished treasure in your life. Walking through this city, although you can't be as emotional as a poet or prose writer, your steps are familiar. If you believe in reincarnation, this is reincarnation; If you believe in heredity, it is heredity.
It must be the train that left. Are you tired? Listen to some folk songs, or talk about songs from my hometown. The end is a tribute, which is a tribute; Salute here, salute there ... singing through the tunnel, through the valley. You sleep by the window. Outside the window are rice green, wild mountains, blue peaks, sunset, rivers, ships, blue tiles and white walls ... another weekend and another morning. I want to go to a small town and a field. However, I will never feel that way again. There is a Border Town and a local magazine on the desk. The magazine opened and it read: How long has it been since I woke up in gorgeous colors? How long did it take me to know that the small town was actually the hometown of the poet I had read and visited in my mind.