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Chapter 477 Domineering Plum Vs Gentle Bamboo Horse (103)

After entering the alley and turning a corner, Su Jiujiu was very surprised by what she saw in front of her. She never expected that behind the bustling city, there would be such a vicissitudes of life village. Collision finally and harmoniously maintain each other's characteristics in this city.

In the memory of the original owner, there is no information about this alley. It must be that the original owner has never been there, and has no idea of ​​the existence of this village.

In front of the alley, on the dark asphalt road, there is a lot of traffic, people coming and going, noisy and noisy, high-rise buildings are scattered on both sides of the wide road, there are many shops, bright lights, gorgeous and dreamlike prosperity; behind the alley, the simple and solemn atmosphere blows Come, it seems to have existed for hundreds of years.

The running water in the depths of the alley can only stay on the shore of the story. There is a kind of non-blooming epiphyllum growing on the shore of the story. Epiphyllum once bloomed. For a voluptuous love, I want to leave a lifetime of joy, but the joy is gone. When love is gone, flowers are lost.This is the story of "Epiphyllum Alley" handed down from generation to generation.

Stepping on the path paved with blue bricks, the soil next to it is covered with half-person-high wildflowers. I don’t know what kind of species they are, but they emit a delicate fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed physically and mentally. On both sides of the cement road, some are courtyards rammed with loess, and some are small courtyards made of red bricks and green tiles. They are quaint, one family after another, with more than a dozen families sitting unevenly on one side.There are some small stalls on the side of the road. Although there are many people, they are not noisy and very quiet. Everyone is busy with their own affairs. Even if they talk to others, they are talking very quietly, as if they are afraid of breaking the place. It should be quiet.

Under the sturdy ancient locust tree, dreamy purple flowers are scattered. In the evening, the weather is the most comfortable and cool. Someone set up a table under the tree, put some chairs, made some tea, and sat two Grandpa, the passers-by watched chess around, and when they were thirsty, they went up to pour a cup of tea by themselves, and when they were tired, they brought a small bench to rest by themselves.On the other side, three or two elderly people set up reclining chairs on the side of the road, chatting with each other, using the dialect of their hometown to pull the head of the family and the short family, or tell some old and tortuous stories like this village, talking Among them, there is the tranquility and indifference after going through vicissitudes.

The ancient courtyards, stone bridges and pavilions reflected in the river, and the boats parked on the bank have been deeply imprinted in the long river of time. They have been stranded there for an unknown number of years. It was broken into two pieces, the flower stand covered with wisteria, mottled moss marks on the wall which is neither high nor low, there is a bamboo forest in the wall, the bamboo is dense, the sound of nature is soft, and there are a few willow sticks sticking out of the wall , Ping Ping Ting Ting, swaying green sleeves on the top of the wall, looking from afar, the earthen chimney blows long white smoke into the gray sky, blending with the white clouds in the sky, everything is full of A water town in the south of the Yangtze River should be pleasant and tranquil.

Small bridges, flowing water, secluded alleys, willows, misty rain and parapets, there is a girl next door who lives in Pingjiang, and grew up here since childhood.

There is a light rain falling in the low sky. Walking on such a small road, soaked in the mist and rain, it is poetic, distant and familiar. A background like this may unconsciously appear in your mind: a woman with bright eyes and white teeth , petite and lovely, with creamy skin, white jade wrists, long black and soft hair spread quietly behind her back, with the tenderness and gentleness that Jiangnan women should have on her body, holding an oiled paper umbrella, wearing a long skirt, stepping on the The misty alley is quiet and light, as if apart from the wonderful back, only the raindrops on the eaves are falling on the green bricks, tick, tick, tick...

(End of this chapter)