Xiaoxiang Tales Listen To The Footsteps Of A Journey

"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February". What was Du Mu's scene when he drove past here? The Aiwan Pavilion is crowded with people. The old man who is calling for water tofu has a white beard, but he is full of spirit when carrying a burden. Maple leaves are so red that the forest is burning hot. I wear a red coat and stop in the beautiful scenery, nodding silently.

I climbed the mountain alone along the path, layer upon layer Hemline Swing with the step. The road was very steep and could not move. The boy in front turned around with a clear smile and said, "Come on," so I went after him with all my might. It is also a great pleasure to meet like-minded friends on a strange journey. If you can talk freely and then leave, it is fate to see you again.

At 11:00 midnight, we finally arrived at the destination, which is also the last stop of this flight. You stood at the exit waiting, looking for my figure hurriedly. When the end station is the destination, don't worry about passing the station, don't worry about oversleeping, because I have to get off when I get to the station. So, are you my end station? It would be nice to get off at your side in the end, even if you have searched, loved, wronged and hated. You will no longer have to wear thick woolen cloth overcoat It would be nice to have your arms around for warmth.

A city famous for delicious snacks has a simple taste. The streets and alleys are full of rich and attractive flavor. The hot chicken pot is boiling in front of me. You said I was dressed like hotpot. I smiled, held up the camera, and fixed your most authentic eating picture.

In the empty carriage, sitting alone near the window, watching the fast moving mountains and rivers silently, Faye Wong's "Passenger" is in your ear. The slow and melodious tone makes you very quiet. For more than ten hours' drive, I fiddled with the winding and beautiful skirt. Dark blue has the charm of blue sky and sea, and I was silently thinking of someone.

The conductor uncle of No. 13 carriage was very humorous, and the crow's feet on his eyes were even deeper when he laughed. It was deep and steady after the baptism of years. He said that my hat was suitable for travel, like a cute little elk. I touched it on my head Hat , suddenly embarrassed, in fact, I just want to block my face which is haggard due to too long ride.