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This is usually the time of the year in the rural landscape, very beautiful, and every day on my side, front, Lin Chuang Yi Men can be seen from time to time in the side. However, the long years of actually turning a blind eye. Thirty-eight years after leaving a Dong You, I stood on the deck looking at looking at the yachts, I suddenly brought back those days, and that frequently miss parts of the landscape scenery.

Memories do not love the Hillview year, did not care about morning dew glistening shine, do not miss it here in the beautiful mountains shining; did not like the morning breeze gently blowing in from time to time, moon mist, and mist that bleary-eyed sun.

Day's thoughtfully, not in the mood enjoy the clearest stream; provoke a bucket will flash quickly roll back to a shelter, stay in the stream never stops a station, where the stream of praise a few sweet and fragrant.

Listening late at night and no pursuits gurgling wholesale electronics stream. Here's how sweet the sound of Heaven, ah, like a beautiful serenade, but I also have no emotional appreciation.

O stream stream stream day and night, always in Qianyindichang, praise the beauty of the scenery here, but it did not make me Shen Yi Xin Chan. Also, the winding stream, the trail curved after another, in that mud on the road every day, go, go I still feel upset.

I imagined that the high Yoshina called "as pictures on" the mountain, Oh what a beautiful name. But there is always misty, and see nothing, only imagination. It is said that no one has ever been there, I also have the courage to walk, to see, to visit to visit.

Always feel so long so long My life is Oh, how the days of that time so long so long, only now discovered that it is a very short very short. That mountain is also always feel so lonely and desolate, only now discovered that it is so beautiful, so beautiful.

Whether the early morning, day, before sunset; either pick seedlings, firewood, Shimoda; whether to buy food, buy vinegar, buy oil, salt; either sleep, eat, farm, always mist Raoshan streams, small curved River, curved trails. Beautiful scenery all the time side, how do I no think it is so fascinating, as people linger and memorable?

Thirty-eight years after leaving the Dong You, the boat suddenly, suddenly, suddenly in the "my home" and "air" ride. Here is the original flying wings Crow Agency, has now become an ocean, I am now, but is my "roof", and is "fly."

I went to see the depth of the water, but could not see anything, do not know where my house there are no walls, there wholesale clothing are no peanuts and sesame seeds I had planted the garden, is there every day I walk the road of loess.

This is my day and work through the place. Now I'm standing on the deck of yacht, in its over "go around." Unfortunately, the deep lake blue Zhanzhan not bottomed out, see nothing, only the ripples tracts, we saw cruising fish happy prance up and down lightly.

I like to recall old stories, because in retrospect, has always been difficult in the past, only a happy and beautiful.