2008年06月14日
18-year's Courtyard
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Sit in the old-fashioned Chinese courtyard house, climb all over moss and memory of the floating dust. Of the four monsoon that rustle, it follow from step to old age from childhood, space-time undergo on it, accumulate and leave the simple impression. In the courtyard, can see the blue and green slabstone dripping, twine the Chinese wisteria in the courtyard wall, the nest nest where the swallows perched, every one is preserved my childhood too much and joyful and before worrying about.
Here, morning glory and pomegranate tree grow side by side, the paving courtyard of white brick, keeping in touch with the sand blown by the wind of years intimately many times unexpectedly, as standing in the courtyard, you will fade from memory the concept that time existed silently, just feel flowing water annual and long, poesy is verdant. The grass and trees flowers in the front yard, the tone is soft, interweave bright and beautifully like colored silk, not dazzling and towering either at one o'clock; If sparrows fly several more under the eave, uttering a sound chirpily, the small garden is full of the tender feeling of a whiff of love and life immediately. Sunshine and moisture, two nature valuable resource most these, to the offering of land being can stingy. So long as see you know the vegetable garden fruit opened up under the foot of a wall of the east institute. Have every last month of spring, the vegetables are green and shady and cool and cool, the melon and fruit are fragrant and sweet and captivating, when the rainwater comes, the color is gorgeous to develop the color even more, make people's clicking the tongue praised.
Aftertaste the scenery in the small garden, just like appreciate the picture of a mountain area, one kind of own quiet ones are pure and nice. At especially whistling and pattering rainy night, the flower of patter of rain of rumour is being left sound, if sleep the ditty in brisk spring, hover in the ears in the pillow mat for a long time. Close eyes, you can idea produce poetic inspiration have musical sound of space cause with poem. Recall it on annual Grain Rain Pure Brightness of former times, waft and brim with wisps of here if tea that smoke curl up is fragrant, suck, enter belly feel glycol to be simple and elegant, have rustic bad smell in townships very much only. Pick tea-leaves, translate, fry, bake, behind a lot of processes, the lustrous and transparent blade of green jade-like stone gather, be this small garden finally. Pass in and out every day, only see the busy figure inside and outside, it is just like some lively hostel at this moment. Cut early rice summer, courtyard occupy various types of farm implements, former generation burning sun lay painstaking a whole day, perch and lean against the bamboo bed summer sleeping mat at night, steep a big pot of strong teas well, sit under the moon chatting with the old farmers coming to enjoy the coal, resume and see there must not be night sky of the thought in that silence sometimes, think about the plan in the future, simple and unadorned life of mountain village is much and satisfied with Shu Xin somewhat. In autumn, it is the season having a bumper harvest, the adults are all busy with the autumn planting of the autumn harvest, only little partners and I stay behind to take care of things in the front yard, step on fallen leaf full make game of blowing happy, climb the tree, pluck big pomegranate very ripe that, the mood is exceptional and happy. The arrival of the snow in winter flies confusingly, make all in white in the front yard, very pure white; Family like snuggling up by the stove fire chatting and laughing, pamper imagination on the middle aged thing of mountain on the twelfth month. A gang of children of ours are not willing to be relaxed, pile snowmans and have a snowball fight, hands are frozen swollenly extremely too. However, since the grandfather passed away, the picture disappears and disappears. Every house grandson moves to other places, has said good-bye to the early life of the house, the little courtyard loses noisy atmosphere quickly, estranged, strange, dull in people's impression. But I always cherish the memory of it, cherish the memory of the place of this life starting point, though I know, time can not be reversed and flowed backwards. In my brain, often freeze a black-and-white photograph: Grandparents wear the mandarin jacket of coarse cloth, sit up straight in the middle of the photo, both sides of the old man, uncle, aunt, father, elder male's on father's side cousin and I seven years old stand and open sequentially; Behind the crowd, the faint Boston ivy begins to be climbed and prolonged on the carving windowsill. This photo, draw and hang with the form of address for a Grand Secretary in the old room together, it is rare group photos of whole family, the place is the courtyard before 18 years.
The little garden of my true love, is thrown far by new students' time and trend; The building of the brick timber structure, perhaps unavoidable to rupture, collapse for one day, so, will memory be ruined and old and feeble too? It can't be. All postures given up in courtyard room, preserve it in the projector when old, keep initial form and sound, will never fade.
Today, I step on floor stone one in the front yard gently, only want to review the annual ring of trickling in the wind, seek the light of childhood not dying out yet. When leave, on the occasion of dusk, a piece of green leaves under floats by bending over to pick up the gate, I look it over carefully, it seems to be pointing out I, that elegant teenager in the courtyard, have already grown up suddenly.
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Sit in the old-fashioned Chinese courtyard house, climb all over moss and memory of the floating dust. Of the four monsoon that rustle, it follow from step to old age from childhood, space-time undergo on it, accumulate and leave the simple impression. In the courtyard, can see the blue and green slabstone dripping, twine the Chinese wisteria in the courtyard wall, the nest nest where the swallows perched, every one is preserved my childhood too much and joyful and before worrying about.
Here, morning glory and pomegranate tree grow side by side, the paving courtyard of white brick, keeping in touch with the sand blown by the wind of years intimately many times unexpectedly, as standing in the courtyard, you will fade from memory the concept that time existed silently, just feel flowing water annual and long, poesy is verdant. The grass and trees flowers in the front yard, the tone is soft, interweave bright and beautifully like colored silk, not dazzling and towering either at one o'clock; If sparrows fly several more under the eave, uttering a sound chirpily, the small garden is full of the tender feeling of a whiff of love and life immediately. Sunshine and moisture, two nature valuable resource most these, to the offering of land being can stingy. So long as see you know the vegetable garden fruit opened up under the foot of a wall of the east institute. Have every last month of spring, the vegetables are green and shady and cool and cool, the melon and fruit are fragrant and sweet and captivating, when the rainwater comes, the color is gorgeous to develop the color even more, make people's clicking the tongue praised.
Aftertaste the scenery in the small garden, just like appreciate the picture of a mountain area, one kind of own quiet ones are pure and nice. At especially whistling and pattering rainy night, the flower of patter of rain of rumour is being left sound, if sleep the ditty in brisk spring, hover in the ears in the pillow mat for a long time. Close eyes, you can idea produce poetic inspiration have musical sound of space cause with poem. Recall it on annual Grain Rain Pure Brightness of former times, waft and brim with wisps of here if tea that smoke curl up is fragrant, suck, enter belly feel glycol to be simple and elegant, have rustic bad smell in townships very much only. Pick tea-leaves, translate, fry, bake, behind a lot of processes, the lustrous and transparent blade of green jade-like stone gather, be this small garden finally. Pass in and out every day, only see the busy figure inside and outside, it is just like some lively hostel at this moment. Cut early rice summer, courtyard occupy various types of farm implements, former generation burning sun lay painstaking a whole day, perch and lean against the bamboo bed summer sleeping mat at night, steep a big pot of strong teas well, sit under the moon chatting with the old farmers coming to enjoy the coal, resume and see there must not be night sky of the thought in that silence sometimes, think about the plan in the future, simple and unadorned life of mountain village is much and satisfied with Shu Xin somewhat. In autumn, it is the season having a bumper harvest, the adults are all busy with the autumn planting of the autumn harvest, only little partners and I stay behind to take care of things in the front yard, step on fallen leaf full make game of blowing happy, climb the tree, pluck big pomegranate very ripe that, the mood is exceptional and happy. The arrival of the snow in winter flies confusingly, make all in white in the front yard, very pure white; Family like snuggling up by the stove fire chatting and laughing, pamper imagination on the middle aged thing of mountain on the twelfth month. A gang of children of ours are not willing to be relaxed, pile snowmans and have a snowball fight, hands are frozen swollenly extremely too. However, since the grandfather passed away, the picture disappears and disappears. Every house grandson moves to other places, has said good-bye to the early life of the house, the little courtyard loses noisy atmosphere quickly, estranged, strange, dull in people's impression. But I always cherish the memory of it, cherish the memory of the place of this life starting point, though I know, time can not be reversed and flowed backwards. In my brain, often freeze a black-and-white photograph: Grandparents wear the mandarin jacket of coarse cloth, sit up straight in the middle of the photo, both sides of the old man, uncle, aunt, father, elder male's on father's side cousin and I seven years old stand and open sequentially; Behind the crowd, the faint Boston ivy begins to be climbed and prolonged on the carving windowsill. This photo, draw and hang with the form of address for a Grand Secretary in the old room together, it is rare group photos of whole family, the place is the courtyard before 18 years.
The little garden of my true love, is thrown far by new students' time and trend; The building of the brick timber structure, perhaps unavoidable to rupture, collapse for one day, so, will memory be ruined and old and feeble too? It can't be. All postures given up in courtyard room, preserve it in the projector when old, keep initial form and sound, will never fade.
Today, I step on floor stone one in the front yard gently, only want to review the annual ring of trickling in the wind, seek the light of childhood not dying out yet. When leave, on the occasion of dusk, a piece of green leaves under floats by bending over to pick up the gate, I look it over carefully, it seems to be pointing out I, that elegant teenager in the courtyard, have already grown up suddenly.
Related websites:
http://www.wedding-foryou.com/
http://www.wedding-simple.com/
