Xi Xi's cricket cricket has come back from the days of Guilin. The other in Guilin, it can not hope that the smoke of incense-ying. In particular, walk the streets in noisy, often silent, in front of the surface that Guilin is always full of warmth of the eyes, even in the dream also means around into the tender.
Lijiang River from the stunning landscapes that make people roll it out to walk in the quiet warmth of the Jingjiang Palace. Do not tell the feeling is tenderness, the sense of do not know whether that lingering from the Lijiang River in sentimental landscape brought about. Palace, the sum of the solemn, domineering inseparable. Many people think so. Just think of no one, it is not guarded, not aggressive. Said "the door Hou deep into the sea." If, on a daily basis in the shuttle's high-rises in the city, walk the streets or in the heart of the Jingjiang Palace will find no less than that of the so-called deep-sea arena.
quiet Wang quietly lying on the Palace, who left to do is the nobility of several generations and will phase in the footsteps of Chihen years. If it is quiet, watching quietly changed in the changes. Like the southern town of Xiang Wan Qing Shiban streets, clogs and the occasional clatter clatter off the voice of the Qingshi, Tuojinqianhua. A guardian of a peaceful village, guarding a King City, the same shallow depth of color, silent, serene and calm.
fillip, the old face has been. Tender into the vicissitudes of life, do have innocent silence. The flow of time, only a solitary king of the city. As if guarding a section of it once belonging to the dynasty, it was a brilliant no trace of hesitation. They leave, or has been a long time, Qingshi walls, red canopy House have been quietly fade quietly hiding in the back of the time. And now, he stood in front of a group do not know what Fanfusuzi era in how it claims to the majestic, how awesome. He, however, such as the Millennium Guhun, turn a blind eye to all this, or are secretly
laughing their skin-deep. Modern building that he was not proud of all arrogance, nor the cowardly servility adobe tile-roofed house, he's such a noble stand much of the surrounding landscape are. Standing in front of him, but also take the feeling of how not to go near, like the World Bank have been separated. The quietly watching it, there is no happiness, no sorrow, feel the earth could not detect the slightest noise. Only, feeling faint, such as water.
front of the Palace, a single peak show. It is silent, never to rise, but also did not associate with other people. Near-vertical ladder, it seems to be telling the stubborn, unwilling to it, it was so unwilling to be trampled underfoot. It seems that no one will be happy to it from the people who fall down. Standing on the summit, Guilin's landscape as a whole can be a panoramic view, glance. Close your eyes, only to find themselves in the critical flow of at a loss, Wucuo scared, nameless fear of attack from unscrupulous. La Huang's eyes can not help in this city over the Luancuan.
out of the window, Lek rained. I remember the rain has been a long time ago. I put out the storm at home, for a long time are not out of the door, and this rain was particularly gentle, just a touch of the Guilin, Hong sweet-scented osmanthus.