20 14- 12-26? blowing snow

I like to sit upstairs in Xiao Mu every day, drinking green tea or coffee, looking at the bustling streets downstairs, opening my notebook and writing something, so that the words can drift with my mood and look into the distance, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the drizzle is beating the glass tiles. Where is this? This is my dream town.

I don't know when I started, I have been having a dream, a dull dream with sweet memories. There is a small town in my dream. She is fresh and refined, simple and elegant. She is like a beautiful girl, sleeping in a clear lake. Eyes gently closed, corners of the mouth slightly smiling, thick hair swinging with the lake, emitting a pleasant body fragrance.

The town seems to be independent of the world, but there are traces to be found. Through layers of fog, a river surrounds the town, and a mossy stone arch bridge connects the town with the world on the river bank. Rows of weeping willows on the bank rippled in the water, reflecting the river green and flawless. Like a beautiful jade, embedded in the soil, and the town is a little beautiful in the middle of that beautiful jade.

There is a row of carved columns of white marble on the river bank, and there are often a group of old people sitting around the carved columns, playing erhu and singing minor tunes. Bird cages are hung on the branches, and the chirping birds sing spring songs to each other. There is a long staircase leading to the ferry by the embankment, and several original boats are parked at the ferry. At night, ships set out for the port, and the cabin was always brightly lit, and the pipa echoed on the river. The moon is near mid-day and there is a breeze on the shore. Is this a poem, a painting or a dream?

The early morning sunshine filled every corner of the town, and there was a straight and long bluestone path in the center of the town, which was the market of the town. Early in the morning, it was crowded with people, including those selling soybean milk fried dough sticks, those under pancakes, and various farm dishes. There are shouts and laughter here. Shops on both sides of the market also opened early, with auspicious gold jewelry, silks and satins decorated with Fu Lin cloth, medicinal materials from Tang Baoshan, delicious food from Liuxiangzhai, and all kinds of strange goods from all over the world, including modern, ethnic, western and oriental.

There are many alleys in the street, with winding paths leading to secluded places, which are deeply connected with every household. In the dark alley, the intoxicating fragrance of wine often wafts out. There is a brewing workshop here. Every evening, the restaurant began to brew good wine, and the deep alleys could not stop the fragrance of the wine. It floats across the streets, swims through the alleys and smells people's noses. You don't have to look around, just lie on the cane chair and gently shake the fan, and the fragrance will come slowly, rotate around your body and float through your hair, and your heart will settle down unconsciously. This is a kind of pleasure that people get drunk without drinking.

There is a lake in the center of the town, like a mirror embedded in the town, bright and thorough. The lake is small, but calm, without any waves. The lake is very clear, and you can see the grass and stones at the bottom. As the saying goes, clear water produces hibiscus. Lotus flowers filled the lake and smelled fragrant. Koi fish swam freely in the lake, crossed the lotus, sometimes gathered, sometimes dispersed, sometimes hid at the bottom of the lake, and sometimes jumped out of the lake, which was very lively.

In the middle of the lake is a temple. Cranes are walking on the lake, and geese are flying around the temple. The two pavilions rose from the water and then joined together in the air. It's an air corridor, with a pagoda in the middle, towering into the sky and difficult to watch. Only when the fog clears at noon can we see the view of the top of the tower. There are two bronze clocks on this tower. With the first breeze in the morning, Sanskrit in Yue Xian began to play and floated with the wind. I wonder if this kind of building will look lighter if it is described as uncanny workmanship. I asked the oldest person in the town, but he couldn't tell when the temple was built, and he didn't know whether there was a temple or a temple before the town.

The street is a central axis, passing through the temple until the city gate. The city gate is not very high, and the scarlet wall is resplendent in the light of golden glazed tiles. There is a row of stone steps at the gate of the city, one by one straight into the water. There are often some foreign tourists sitting on the stone steps. They played guitars and accordions, danced cheerful exotic dances, and recorded this charming scenery with cameras and drawing boards.

The other end of the street leads to a beautiful mountain, which is surrounded by two hills. Lush pines and cypresses are embedded in the mountains, and the gurgling stream flows out of the mountain stream, down the river, rushing thousands of miles, hitting the strange stone soil forest at the foot of the mountain, and then slowly injecting into the lake. The stream is sweet to quench thirst, and people in the town drink it to grow up, so they are so unpretentious, hardworking and brave. A waterwheel was built at the foot of the mountain to pump the stream to the flat land behind the mountain, moisten this quiet land and irrigate those green creatures.

Everything here is so peaceful, there is no struggle and chaos, every family loves each other, no one is hungry and cold, and no one is rich. At night, the crowd in the street is still not dispersed, and the moonlight shines in the sky. Although some people have long fallen asleep, others are dancing with bamboo poles in the street. If the white market is more about shouting, the night market is more about joy. Lanterns are lit on the turrets and colorful lights are hung on the doors. You can have a bunch of candied haws or a bowl of cold bean powder, watch dragon and lion dances and watch birds sing and dance. How can you find such excitement elsewhere?

I got up early in the morning and smelled vanilla in the fresh air. It is so comfortable and clean. There is no industrial pollution and no automobile exhaust. Everyone likes to take a leisurely walk in the street, drinking tea, chatting, singing and playing chess lazily. There was no quarrel, no fight, and everyone was very happy and complacent. Their happiness and smiles make people feel back to childhood, pure, transparent and sincere.

I like to sit quietly in the cabin on the corner and drink some Longjing brewed by the hostess or hand-ground coffee. For a foreign tourist like me, the hostess is always very enthusiastic. She told me that she had been to many places in the world, but every time she was so hasty and confused. I didn't feel calm, worry or sadness until I came here. This is a simple life, but I feel relaxed and practical. So I fell in love with this place, stayed here, lived in this cabin, raised flowers, fed birds, and presented my attachment to distant guests.

I sat by the window. The windowsill is not high, but it is very bright. I can quietly look at the street downstairs. I want to write something in the notebook on my desk. What should I write? I don't know. Every day I am here is full of happiness. Watching you come and go in the street, listening to endless shouts and laughter, I think I can understand their happiness. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, everything here is quiet, quiet life, quiet years and quiet mind.

When you walk into this quaint town, you will suddenly realize the meaning of life. It's not what you created, but a faint experience. Warm sunshine, pleasant fragrance and quiet days may not be the place where you pursue fame and wealth, nor the hometown where you climb wealth and parental rights, but they have the taste of childhood home and a deep sweetness.

There is no hurry here, there is no sadness here, here is full of relaxation, here is full of happiness. It is here that time is softened and the soul is soothed. Her beauty is beyond my words and words. She is in my heart, she is in my dream. I will use my life and time to pursue her and my dream.