Passing

Intended only to sit for a while here, and others, so that a common agreement. Who knows, I unconsciously, observe from the street, passers-by to, and imagined that interesting. Relax the mind, carried away by this north-south passing, actually I do not know what evening, evening, and forget, but forget the appointed time, which led my friend wait for a moment.

A time when middle autumn season, dew has passed, frost is a step by step approaching. However, the seasons and the reality seems to be too much distance, not only not seen dew dew cold frost not see frost, but autumn is a pleasant autumn sun autumn youthful. Weekend, a few buddies, to reward the town fall of the millennium. I believe that no prudent person restrained, at a time when, to this town, will Zhongseqingyou's. Of course, the color here that is not erotic, but the scenery, or say Autumn. Everyone to the town, they come and go like this on the street, with no serious matters for each. As a result, difficult to reach under the afford the same boat with losing the teaching of a rendezvous time and place agreed upon, they went to the Ben likes. Like small bridges, and linger in the river under the column; loving folk, and cruise at Diaojiao ago; keen Probing visit to Cuba, and went to the old house Shen Yuan. A simple contract, perfecting the people's temperament and free. If life can be so many things, that the more good ha! I also choose what they like, made some observation in Diaojiao, went to an old house, shed some of the meditate with ancient Huaiyuan, they inadvertently walked around again. From the agreed time still early, we came to this tea house alone. I thought, after the tour, dressed in one of autumn, the street sat a trip to the ancient town of Tea, is not also a rare delight.

Mengshan tea tea is authentic, just collect and process-baked. From this geographical location, brewing tea in boiling water in the overflow Aromatic, I have made such a decision. Tea lean and able young man, long sleeves, wide sleeves, red top Guapi Mao, an ancient Chasi waiter's outfit. He was armed with a long beak copper pot, the first aloft in the head gracefully around in a circle, playing the guitar make a sensational style; then, and then to High Mountain and Flowing trend, the boiled water into the tea bowl, action and clear-cut and handsome. Blink of an eye, a bunch of green needles, have tea bowls in the sink. At this point, I heard the call to sing selling tea, pull over my eyes. I am talking about is called singing, and not selling, because so long for that tone, and self-assured, full of magnetism and beauty. Asked to sing a old man, hands are two bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets are stacked two bulging plastic bag inflation, according to the Greek can be seen inside the tea. He was hale and hearty, a pair of plastic sandals foot, some from the hills above the dip caused by loess, a travel-stained appearance. He squeezed squeezed along the narrow streets, walking and asked to sing, Bianjiao singing while walking, and regardless of whether anyone listening, there is no one to buy, there is no attention to himself.

Then, I noticed the way his feet, this town's streets. What kind of road Yeah, more like the severe drought of the field with cracks in the countryside, or a desolate old man faces the oldest old. The road paved by the black cobblestones have been difficult to find the original formation, the rules of the shadow. Between the lime mortar and stone, have been years away, leaving a crack in the hole in the Road; the streets You Jidao deep nature in India, and some from the horse's feet and the traces of milled. Some of them are deep, some shallow, some wide, some juice, end to end phase, wavy laid away. Seeing this, you better believe the man selling the old, and even every passing this street, not from a nearby village, a mountain, a family farm; it came from the ancient times, marching this the ancient Southern Silk Road, or Sichuan-Tibet Cha Ma Ancient Road, Shanshan Shan came, leisurely away. This town, but they were passing a small landscape; and them, but is this town a passer.

The elderly called to sing slowly crescendos further away, and soon disappeared in the town's streets. Fixed the town, as well as the town's landscape, streams, bridges, Diaojiaolou, shops, and temporary street tea, I sit here. Passing with the landscape, moving and fixed, it is so cleverly interprets Boulevard truth, simple and vivid. The rise of casual, the opposite of the shop greet my eyes. Street is squeezed, less than 10 meters, and all look very clean shop. This is a painting small shop, the street and there is a glass storage cabinet, which placed a number of publications. Wall hung with some of the paintings, the wall is small, diverse, rich and colorful. What surprised me most is that the wall was quite familiar group of peers I have sort of intimate combination of the five leaders of image, horse, uh, out, here, hair; side, there is a Zhang Xiaoping's inspection tour of Shenzhen, portrait, the one that tells the story of the local spring. Five leaders of the photos have some old, some of the dust looming above. This is still too suddenly brought back many of my reverence and nostalgia.

Remember, also, when I opened the early chaos, the resounding names of the five on the image with their great noble, superb as into my heart, illusion and the great, glorious and correct in disguise. To be honest, for a long period of time, I have never and would not dare to mortal eyes, go to the contemplation photos that five familiar faces, not to them as a mortal; but so true to them as a God, somewhere countries, nations and individuals who decides. Until the day before the death of the great leader, I ask my colleagues wonder, grief, how the great leader will die? But how? When satisfied that the great leaders, including those photos the five people who are physical body, are able to escape the misfortune of illness and death, my heart shock, is inferior to Christians hear Nietzsche said God is dead when the Lesser , collapse to collapse that day, doom-like tremors. Can not think, have now turned a corner in this town, encounter this five elderly people, although they return from God to man, I am still full of admiration for them.

Out of curiosity, I paid tea money, marching blue flagstone road, crossing the street to shop. Have surprised the owner, the smart and co-tide. It is not only a leader like, there are hot stars, like nowadays, from Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, Sophie. Masuo, to Li Bingbing, Kim So Yeon, Greta. Garbo, and is called "popular culture" masterpieces "Super Girl" three shows, that cool, sweet, full of youthful vitality of the photograph. Street storage cabinet in the book, but also very different from urban bookstores, both popular readers and applicable technologies in rural areas, there are classic heavy literary classics like "Young King Lam School", "Zhuang Zi", "Xiang Yu mass communications," "Red Building Dreams, "" cautionary common saying, "is the ancient version of wire-bound version, and this town's style is very harmonious. Thus, in this square inch of land, ancient and modern, distant and the present, serious and avant-garde, between the plane and three-dimensional, like perfect harmony together, no joints, no marks, no conflict, constitute one of this town unique landscape. I think that in the eyes of a passer, who is the same as it was originally, is a kind of landscape, may simply be different when they wield, their sense of self; in landscape, then a large brilliant, eventually to vanish very soon.

Out of the shop, has been the approach of noon. This discovery has missed the appointed time for a long time, and quickly rushed to the agreed rendezvous. It is the busy market town when the hustle and bustle of passing, selling vegetables, pick tea, carts, and watch the fun, and drag the child with the mother, the wealthy, stretched, and carries different thoughts from different directions came to a different destination away. Accidental coincidence, we meet here, are squeezed juice in this walk on the streets. I am also a member of passing years, and they walk in the same street, each heel grinding shoulder rub, but know each other. The only common denominator is that we are in this town, this small street, passing by chance encounter; here, identity and status can be omitted.