“我行过许多地方的桥,看过许多次数的云,喝过许多种类的酒,却只爱过一个正当最好年龄的人”。——题记梦中,那一叶扁舟仍在蒙蒙烟雨中,飘飘荡荡。我用力摇起船橹,逆流而上,只为追寻你模糊在岁月尘埃里的身影。山青,风微凉,空水共氤氲。你皈依于那山水,如一个隔世的魂灵;你守候于那古城,如一个虔诚的教徒。纯朴,本真,是你。灵秀的湘西用甘甜的乳汁把你哺育,你于是呕心沥血地刻画、淡妆浓抹地描绘那诗意的一城,一山,一水。纵然在不得已远别故乡之时,纵然身处闹市,你仍守护着心中那几亩净土,如一个小小的孩子保护着自己珍贵的玻璃球。也许正因了你这份纯粹的 “I’ve traveled bridges in many places, seen clouds of many times, drank many kinds of wine, but only loved one of the best age”. - Inscription in the dream, the leaf boat is still misty rain, floating on the waves. I swung hard to swerve up the shunt, upstream, only to find you in the shadow of dust in the years. Shanqing, cool wind, empty water total 氤 氲. You convert to that landscape, such as a worldly soul; you are waiting in that ancient city, such as a devout Christian. Simple, true, is you. Wonderful Xiangxi nursed you with sweet milk, so you painstakingly portrayed, makeup and thick wipe to describe the poetic city, a mountain, a water. Even in the last resort home away from home, even in downtown, you are still guarding the hearts of a few acres of pure land, such as a small child to protect their precious glass ball. Perhaps because of this you are pure