So I want to go hiking and observe all the distant lifestyles and people living in them in colorful time and journey.
I found that I fell in love with the south, the south of China, and the south full of moist atmosphere. Those vast expanse waters, even unfathomable waters, Jiangnan women with baby-like skin and their proud and charming faces show a long and gorgeous history.
I hope to go to the south.
South is a sweet and gentle word, but it has endless ethereal water, including those springs, lakes, water bridges and even rouge. They have a long history, and they will last forever under the nourishment of rain and dew and the touch of time. Their ups and downs are too light for me to notice, but I can still feel their traces, just like I can breathe and taste the misty apricot rain falling from the sky.
I think, in the season of falling flowers, the shaky shadow of the old arch bridge, the warm and sinking sky, the moist ancient flavor, the sparse streets, the charming amorous feelings of the women in cheongsam, and the rumbling of boatmen floating on the river ... These contented gestures continue the story of yesterday one after another, leisurely like falling catkins, and the time when the city flies. But there is a mysterious history hidden behind them. Whether flowers bloom or fall, or running water is still silent, which is as worthy of our long-term consideration as the proverbs given to us by wise men.
Go south! Haunted South!