Reverie of The Mountain City

In the morning, open the windows, the window is drizzle.I wander out of the house came outside to enjoy the fresh beauty of early spring has brought to people.

Staring forward, undulating stretch of mountains, vacantly vast, flickering, green barley grass slopes, with bursts of spring, blue Lian Lian.Really is no better people relaxed and happy ah! I think the spring, this is a new start! Winter mountain sleeping, Baoji a delicate spring to finally wake-up call.The fragrance of the earth is also lit my mountain of infinite memory and fantasy.

The Simplicity of life wiped out many wild teenage dream.At the moment, only the long journey, and only through that stream of people and vehicles, one after another, going up through that stands in front of tall buildings, his eyes full of mountain that the clearest days, white clouds, flashing Star, as well as the Wei River was sparkling waves, bright Lantern, riverbank park, which roads lead to a crash of soft jade belt, are the pride of the mountain city of Baoji. Wind moving my heart, I feel like being in paradise, my heart swell the happy memories and expectations. Youthful air, rural ecology flavor, this shy mountain heavy package.I can not tell how the inter-filled breast is how full of life, warm sweet, I seem to sleep reading in the latent beauty and rich mountain city.

Drunk, and the town drunk, and I was drunk. Everything here seems very comfortable very sincere very kind. Now I do not know what you are thinking? Recollection of what? What vision? But certainly, in a calm face, my thoughts kept jumping in the ... ... has done to embrace the dream of sky; done against the dark clouds and thunder and lightning dream; have been in the shade the weary traveler shade of the dream. Baoji is the mountain came to regret the choice of my life. Remember as a child, his father work in Baoji. Every summer vacation I will be traveling alone to his father's home. I also grew up dreaming of their own work and study in Baoji. Yes, finally got his wish one day I came to the beautiful Baoji. It has been 15 years. It really makes me 15 years of experience of life in the big play with the big drop, posts and laid off. During the sad and the pain is indescribable.I know, I do not do dreams Baoji round. The fate of large scissors, cut it into pieces to everything, everything. But even so, I very much like to write a poem in Baoji, folder into my memory. I like the mountains of Baoji, the feeling like to see mountains, like the imagination in the mountains: mountains quiet and empty, I would often feel that they are the vast expanse of the universe; is vast and boundless sea; is always a burning fire; is sometimes silent and sometimes whistling wind; is sandwiched rain clouds wrapped; is quiet singing shallow streams Yin; spring flowers trees ... ... Thriving
Baoji I write beautiful pages in my book.15 years, word of a footprint, each footprint are flying in my dreams and the pursuit of pleasure and pain. I know that the seasons change, growth and decline of all things, things change. The young girl had come to Baoji and have now a 10-year-old child's mother. Sunrise and sunset, moon waxed and waned, more years of change, and nothing is. Only mountain road bridge of water to let me open-minded: to read many books, written many words, sing many songs. I forget their troubles alone, thinking green, re-look self. Tired, look back to that distant mountain, the mountain waiting eagerly for inspiration. Because I am a master of the mountain city, just because in this land in order to understand life, singing the song and philosophy.

Mountain drunk! I have got drunk! I wrote a song mountain, into my notebook, like the lotus in the wind, always remember people lightly; like larks singing, singing our hearts the best future and hope.