For so many years/I have been by your side/Looking at your reincarnation of the four seasons/Landscapes/All prosperous/All beautiful but your cloud smoke/All stories/Your face/So many years/Like the side of your lover/Total I thought that the first loveke a dream country/all the sadness/going in front of you with the wind/all the moodke the starry sky. . . This is a love song that I just wrote to Huangshan, and it is my empathy for so many years in Huangshan. The mountains and rivers, the elegance of Huangshan, is gradually calming my young frenzy. Punk slacks and wanton passion make me more and more close to feelings and lyricism.
For the work of Huangshan Catching Clouds, I and Meiyun spent more than two years together, in the Huangshan Youhuang, specially built this hidden cloud pavilion, ready to be used to collect the clouds we captured. Almost at the same time as the house was completed, I have been preparing to publish all the articles and pictures of the documentary collection "Huangshan Catching Clouds" together with the computer, which was left on the road by my editor. When I received the news, I suddenly believed that this might be God's arrangement. Well, since that is the case, let this unpublished documentary cloud go away.
Life in the mountains is calm and indifferent, cooking and cooking, and feeding the horses. Most of the time, local neighbors and friends invite guests to dinner, and they often gather together.
Life in Qingshan and drinking is a pleasure. With more and more guests at home, my tea ceremony skills are becoming more and more proficient.
The fruits and vegetables grown in his own home are extremely rich.
Two hard-working little guards are raised, the big one is auspicious, and the small one is rich and wealthy, and the housekeeping nursing home is gigantic.
There are some chickens in the backyard, including chickens, black chickens, native chickens, geese, ducks and guinea fowls. The longer the guinea fowl grows, the higher they fly. The last dozen guinea fowls collectively escaped from prison.
No matter how big the studio is, I don’t think it’s big enough, so I prefer to paint in the bamboo forest outside. Painting is more like a ritual to me, a kind of behavioral exercise that can make the body and mind healthy. As for what to paint, it becomes less and less important.
The naked swimming season comes grandly every year. This is a very happy time. The big cloud country is full of joy, the launching of the water, the sports meeting, the quarrying festival and other large-scale outdoor activities are held one after another.
Ten miles from the empty mountain, in the blue waters of the stream, little fish accompanied the bite, and beautiful jades hugged around. .
Stand on my cloud catcher to watch the sunset.
Almost every evening sunset is so beautiful.
Once a punk, rock old cannon, I recently found a lyrical feeling. I wrote eighteen love songs in one breath. Only two of them were written. I sang a guitar to my wife every day. My wife applauded every day. This makes me sing more and more powerful.
Jiangshan is picturesque. . .
The high mountain opposite my house is called Wulao Peak, one of the seventy-two peaks of Huangshan Mountain. Climbing up has always been a wish of mine.
Yeshan has no way, tired of farts.
It took more than two hours to finally climb to the top of the mountain, sweating through the mountains, very quickly. This is precisely: Youhuang is on top of Wulao Peak, Baiyun is changing dreams like rainbow, and she is working hard to climb to the heights, holding the net and catching the cloud freely, Baiyun lived up to my temperament, and the joys are coming into the net. Wulaofeng. . . 2017, goodbye!
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