My arts Essays - Rain, Aoyama, Snuff, Today,

My arts Often tired after work, go sit in the restaurant, brew a pot of tea, then calm down, there will be a bit leisurely, quiet attitude brings to mind ... Recently recalled more than once in the south of the time, that Aoyama far Dai, Zhang Zhu family units, waterside pavilions, Long Street Alley song, white walls and black tiles, cornices Lou windows, Willow, Long Beach, in my mind, lingering not, that people feel that they get out of nostalgia, the fascination of ink landscape paintings. Today Listening to the beautiful rain rhythm, its endless lingering will dissolve the blood, carved into the bone marrow ... South of the rain comes as about, smell has the millennium. Rustling wind, rain rustling, thin to make snuff another night, it is a deep memory in precipitation. Today, the bustling southern traffic flow, stream, then the two sides Shusheng song list Yangtze River, The pavilion on the bridge serene in solitary pull pulling Feng Yan shook the rain, do not have some mysterious vividly ...