Walking on the old stone road in the lane seems to be listening to an ancient song that is high and low but plain and elegant.
slate road. Rugged stone road. A weather-beaten stone road. The process of kicking with both feet is a dialogue with history. The echo packaged by Gu Xiang echoes between heaven and earth, filled with a breath of passing through ancient times.
Alleys are sometimes narrow and sometimes open with the terrain. The courtyards on both sides are deep and unwilling to climb wisteria. Occasionally, the branches and buds full of flowers will be explored over the wall, hung down and painted into large green colors. When you meet me, it's really eye-catching, and it stirs a faint mood from time to time.
Gu Xiang will get wet in rainy rainy season. Even the moss on the wall ribs will suddenly give birth to vitality and multiply wildly. It seems that the green color spilled all over the floor makes people afraid to take a step, for fear of accidentally trampling on these newly awakened elves. Every time I see the green in the corner, I always feel a strange mood. This group of humble elves, self-pitying, still do not forget their mission, in the darkest place, with full and vigorous spirit, show a short time. Who says that life without sunshine is not brilliant? Moss, with its exuberant life, gave those cowards a shocking blow. Moss in the morning is the most lovely, wearing a beautiful coat given by nature and crystal dew, full of vitality and cheerfully welcoming the arrival of a new day.
Walking in the alley in the rain, listening to the sound of rain is unique. Listening carefully to the dripping rain and clicking on the slate, there will be a flat and graceful rhythm, like a poem, floating out of the alley. It seems that I can understand the smell of long time and trivial past events. Of course, it is impossible to meet a lilac-like woman with an oil-paper umbrella from a zigzag alley. Guarding the alley, it is often an old woman who is stumbling, walking slowly through the alley.
The time of the four seasons is transformed into scenes of scenery. Rain hits banana, autumn leaves fall, snow reflects plum blossoms, years go by, years are long, what remains unchanged is the silence and spirit of the alley. Although more and more people leave the alley, the silence and spirit of the alley are eternal.
crossing Gu Xiang is like crossing a scroll of history. Every step goes in an orderly way. People's life has also become full and mature in this step-by-step accumulation.
only by walking through can you appreciate the graceful and restrained style of the alley. Endless alleys, endless ways of the world.
The wind in Gu Xiang, without hindrance, goes straight, and seems to have a chivalrous spirit. It is not like the crisp wind in the forest, full of the fragrance of unmarried flowers; it is not like the cold wind, ruthless; it is not like the bitter sea wind, full of homesick tears. The wind in Gu Xiang is rich, and there are always many hearts eager to meet it. Thoughts are scattered in the wind, time and life are also scattered in the wind, mixed with historical conditions, and Gu Xiang's style is formed.
Walking in the Gu Xiang, behind them are stone slabs and stone walls; There are also slates and stone walls in front of us. Suddenly, I had a feeling of intoxication, and I was really intoxicated. Oh-
How deep is Gu Xiang?