日月明1級2011-12-19 回答

ZhongBaChe a huaihua city， a few minutes into the mountains and deep layer of downhill ever since in the open。 I almost from those of the sunset hillside smelled the border town “in the words of the smell。 I thought of old age that zhang shen congwen childlike face， I excited all to no sleep。Meaning， just want to walk down the ZhongBaChe， to the stream to the mountains， take a boat， up next， searched for a way。Great soul。 I have never in so many mountain in the public see that long river， it is neither the lakes， nor the stream。Flow， but the real river， across the mountains in the west， and sometimes a wide， sometimes around in a sand creek。

The river ChengBi， AnWen， the momentum of the vast。 This place is not only out a shen congwen is very natural， and even in the future。The person！ I always get cross-eyed looking， I have to the place where water is very sensitive， also easy to fascinating。 I think of zhejiang。The landscape， as if to charm， tender， no xiangxi here gas field， and the wild very honest and kind， easy……。The car to mayang （shen wrote ”mayang woman“）， seems to only saw the ground， but a few minutes later， and went to the phoenix open，

And to enter into it more for example of the steep deep （high） mountain！ A pick up a mountain winds， the dusk can vaguely。See the mountains of golden cultivated land， cultivated land sometimes strung along to the river bank。 There is a boat on the old man driving bet go，

The harvested everywhere along the river is rice beam， the golden fragrant rice taste waft in light dark evening breeze， the set off。Days of deep blue， the visual perception special touching and relieved-that the old man how also like one of the river ”in the orange

The name of the old man！ It‘s growing dark， sky have half moon， hao jie crescent， far away a Venus in the mountains。Shining between。 I hold window black hills and stare at the sky。 The car to feel almost like midnight when the phoenix。 full。City lights， and car from a river bridge and walk around the above， parked in the street phoenix， time is 8 PM 30 points。

My feet down——this is shen cong-wen’s feet often has taken place？

一切安好1級2011-12-19 回答

tracy days of long-pan raises in the wind， the skin becomes dark， and striking for the mountains， a pair of pupil of the eye， such as crystal clear and bright。 natural long and keep her and teach her， for others lively， everywhere is like as a matter of small mammals。 who was so well-behaved， such as the mountain yellow， like deer， and never thought of cruel things， never to worry about， never angry。 usually in the case of a stranger on a ferry some attention to her when he leaves， bare eyes stared at the stranger，作成jieke proudly fled into the hills at any time of the air， but it does recognize the human heart inorganic later， on and from leisurely play in the water‘s edge of the。

lao chuanfu rain or shine， will keep the bow。 it was the transition， they slightly bent， hands geo-cited bamboo rope， the boat had crossed the stream。 sometimes， tired， lying asleep imkye rocks， and people waving shouting gean transition， tracy let his grandfather got up and jumped off the boat to go， very agile for his grandfather to passers-by through the river， and all are slip brush in ok， never makes a botch。 and grandfather， and sometimes with yellow-dog on board， the transition and grandfather with hands-on， close to the shore boat， his grandfather being greeted guests： “slowly， slowly，” when， it would only be yellow-dog mouth rope， the first jump the last， and just like to know how to party for the due diligence of mine， tight mouth， the tug boat rope long shore。

wind day seiwa weather， no transition to idle all day long， his grandfather sat with tracy large rock in front of the sun。 or to a wood to the water from a height shuffled around soushi around yellow-dog from a height of rock plunged back into the title of wood。 tracy zhang are with the yellow-dog， or the ears， listening to his grandfather say the war stories of the city many years ago。 or grandfather， both with tracy， each to kotake made into a clarinet， funny in the mouth to send woman blowing bridal song。 the transition of people came， lao chuanfu put down the bamboo alone now to the side of the boat to go hengxi crossing the people at the rock on the one， when you see the boat starting， so sharp voice shouted：

“grandpa， grandpa， do you listen to me blow， you sing！”

grandpa to the creek central will be very happy to sing together， fed from the voice of silence with the bamboo acoustic oscillations in the air， the river seems to have some fun。 （actually singing to recovery， but to make all of the more quiet with its position。）