Not drifting until not one day, I have been thinking so all the time, are tired and drift. However, to drift about with ink like a ship without rudder straight, whether no matter burning hot Pearl River or yellow wave great wave, not washed this verb and left to drift.
Close several of mountain again, where the township closes, there is homeland of gull's egret there. Come the South nowadays, warm beautiful China the South, gentle land of rivers and lakes, graceful weeping willow, the South beauty of the soft words of graceful bearing.
But it has already been out that fish's rice is fragrant, where to go quarry the hands of jade of lotus? There is only the rate of traffic flow of steel, the gray overpass, the high building of the skyscraping pushes water into a thin and thin waterline, bleach several shabby cement ships in being dark green. The feeling given to me now in the South in the dream is like this.
It is very cold in the hometown that remembers childhood, the poverty is a cold accomplice, the sharp cold wind penetrates the weak cotton-padded clothes, I always call in spring as to the cold number bird. Concept of the South whether teacher say often it's like spring all the year round at that time. Though the music at that time was exhausted, the South sung in a piece of classics " Nanniwan ", it sounds warm. Have gone to school and seen the fuzzy picture of the South on the textbook dimly. Yes the fairy poet of Li Bai " Go to Yangzhou in March " Braise and think in the land of rivers and lakes in that dream in the verses of Yan people.
Has grown up, almost the homeland without presentable river does not know the concept of the river. Distinguish only in the map " Several " The mother river of the form, the Changjiang River is running through the earth of China from Danggula Mountains like blood vessels. Go to the north to go to it in the concept of the south, the South, Tai Hu, Zhenjiang, Wuxi, Yangzhou. . . . . Those gentle names of land of rivers and lakes. The spring rain of the flower of apricot has been missed, but the season of the drifting fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus comes to dye the dust all over fragrantly in August.
The purposeless one takes it in the street, several rows of sweet-scented osmanthus under the overpass, are on the occasion of adolescence, characterized perfume is attacked longly, fill with the heart. Stop for a period of time, adopt several bunches of designs of scattered small flowersand plants to pack into the pocket, is collected by me in whole August simply!
I wonder what monsoon it is and blow to my broken ship of this one in the South, it rains on the next light bridge not dismantled of the overpass in autumn of Xi's patter. The South of misty rain meeting the eye on every side is so strange. I wish, the South before one's eyes, don't be become me ---The river is difficult!