跟我去碧瑶

跟我去碧瑶

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碧瑶的清晨如苏醒的少女，朝阳洒在公园的湖面，升起腾腾雾气，有游人泛舟湖面，如同行在仙境一般。有时候刚下过雨，天空会有彩虹，6点多钟还没有太多的人潮和车流，太阳从东边山头，一寸一寸的挪移，黑暗和光明就那么一线距离。夜幕退下，阳光下的一切都焕发生机，家乡的太阳是慢慢地叫醒小城，这里的太阳，仿佛刚跳出地平线，越过山头，就如射灯，把山的亮部和暗部截然分开。山上错落有致的小房子，也撩开了它的面纱，各种不同的色彩跳跃起来，夜的歌舞剧刚刚落幕，日的精灵相继出场。树木或建筑的背光部还有些阴冷，阳光下的一切已经蠢蠢欲动。广场上领舞男子健美的臂膀上有汗水瞬间蒸发，腾起的雾气像是光芒一样。这时候祖国北方黑河那里恐怕是呼出的热气会瞬间结冰，碧瑶的清晨可以穿着T恤运动。

走在公园里看着树木花朵伸着懒腰被太阳叫醒，向日葵微笑着对你说早安，早起的人们也在鸟叫声中开始劳作。步行上班的人踩着音乐的节拍，扫地的节奏也和着舞蹈的旋律，小商贩开门迎客，挑着担子的货郎大声吆喝，盛开的花朵挂着露珠，娇羞含媚，散发芬芳。红艳艳的三角梅树洒落一地花瓣，你可以想象昨天夜里，她们有着怎样的狂欢。累了，睡下，化作春泥，枝头的那朵新生，是要汲取阳光的力量，灿烂的盛开，吐露花蕊，追逐蜂蝶，无关风月。我把脚步放慢，再放慢，我想留在碧瑶的晨光里。

走累了坐在一处花池旁，或者看过往的男女老少，看着光阴里的故事。广场舞有大妈也有小鲜肉，有男人女人，也有人妖，劲爆的音乐和着热情的步子，笑声和叫声让他们成为公园里的一道风景。父亲带着孩子玩耍，穿着校服裙的女生走过身旁，三三两两的小青年在玩自拍，太极也打得有模有样。一大早有警察巡逻，真枪实弹再加上帅气的警服，让他们成为人群里的一个亮点，看着他们，身处异国的我也多了几分安全感。背着巨大行囊的旅人走过，他们永远只把背影留给世界。我静静地在音乐里发呆，想就这么闲淡下去，和爱人白首，任岁月把沧桑写在脸上，留在残花里，飘在落叶下，刻在树木的年轮里，日子在一圈一圈的涟漪里往返，逝去的，不再回来，走过的路，也不用回头。我要慢慢地生活，认真地看书，读一段文字，种一棵小树，等一颗果实，扫一片落叶，埋一朵落花。

白日里做完工作，就读一本书，写一段文字，画一幅画，思念一个人，遥想一个未来。或者去晒晒太阳，也晒出健康的巧克力肤色。间或的旅行，看尽人间冷暖。我只是走过，路过，阅尽春色。

夜晚的碧瑶，多了一丝神秘，山间点点的灯光，像飞舞的萤火虫，忽暗忽亮地飘在云雾间，星月为伴。闭上眼睛，梦幻萦绕身边，有松香沁入心脾，忽然就觉得幻化了自己，与碧瑶的夜融为一体。

跟我去碧瑶吧，即刻启程……

2015.2.22夜

Go to Baguio with me

Baguio in the morning as the young girls who just woke up, Morning sunshine sprinkled on the lake in the park, steam is rising, visitors go boating in the lake, such as peer in a fairyland. Sometimes it just rained, the sky will be a rainbow, there is not too much of the crowds and traffic at 6 o'clock, the sun is rising from the east of the hill, moving inch by inch, darkness and light are the distance of one line. when night disappeared, everything in the sun is irradiating, the sun of my hometown is slowly waking up town, where the sun, as if just jumped out of the horizon, over the hill, as the lamp, the mountain of light and shadow completely separate. Mountain on a patchwork of small houses, also tuck up the veil, a variety of colors jump, night of dance drama has just ended, elves have been playing. The Ministry of construction of the backlight trees or somewhat cold, ready to have everything grown in the sun. on the square the dance man with strong arm has instant evaporation of sweat, jumping like a light like mist. At this time the motherland  on the north of Heihe, I am afraid there is hot breath will instantly freeze,  in the morning people can wear T-shirt to have sports in Baguio.

Walking in the park, I looked at the flowers and trees which are stretching and woken up by the sun, sunflower smile to you, say good morning, people also begin to labor in the sound of the birds. People go to work on foot stepping on the rhythm of the music, the melody of sweeping rhythm and dance, small traders opened its doors, pick a burden of the peddler shouted, blooming flowers with dews, shy with charming and fragrance. The red plum petals on a triangle, you can imagine that last night, they have a kind of carnival. Tired, sleep, turned into spring mud, branches of the new flower is the power to absorb sunlight, brilliant bloom, flower to reveal, butterflies and bees are chasing, how romantic. I slow down my step and then slow down my step again, I want to stay in the morning in Baguio.

Tired, sitting beside a pond nearby, or watched people past by ,looking at the time of the story. On the dance Square, the aunt also has a little fresh meat, men and women, Simon, Madden's music and passion steps, laughter and shouts let them become landscape in the park. Father took the child to play, wearing a uniform skirt girls who are walking beside, the young people by twos and threes are taking photos by themselves, some people play Taiji skillfully. Early in the morning the police patrol, live ammunition and handsome uniforms, let them become a bright spot in the crowd, looking at them, living in a foreign country I can have a bit of security. Carrying huge bags travelers are going through, they are always leaving their shadows to the world. I quietly in the music in a daze, thinking is so idle and let the light go on, and love in the whole life, any time the vicissitudes of life to write on the face, in the chassis, gone with the wind in the leaves, carved in the tree rings, day of the trip in a circle of ripples, lost, never come back, walked the road, don't look back. I want to slowly live seriously, to read a book, read a paragraph of text, plant kind of a tall tree, wait for a piece of fruit, sweep a fallen leaf, buried a fallen blossom.

The day after work, I read a book, write a paragraph of text, draw a picture, miss a person, think of a future. Or go to the sun, and I want the chocolate skin complexion in the sun, that’s healthy skin.. Or travel, see all the well-being of the world. I just passed by and I read the colors of spring..

Baguio at night , more than a trace of mystery, a little light in the mountain, like the fireflies, suddenly dark suddenly bright floating in the clouds, the stars and the moon as partners. Close your eyes, dream lingering around your side, there is rosin melt in your heart, suddenly feel illusion themselves, and blend into the Baguio City with the night.

Go to Baguio with me, immediate departure......