I have an inexplicable small town complex. Many years ago, looking at Casablanca, she was moved by the famous line. "there are so many towns in the world, there are so many pubs in the town, and she walks into mine." Thinking about a town like that is doomed to a story.
One year in a bookstore, I heard Luo Dayou's "Lugang Town" and couldn't move around like magic. Imagine the early morning and dusk of Lugang must be beautiful. Another year I came to Wuzhen and walked through the landscape of ink and water. Liu Ruoying's song was heard in my ear. "same
Time next year, is still here, let's talk about the traces of the years. "look around, the town is silent, the mottled face is full of signs of the years." -.
After coming to Australia, I fell in love with the town. Australia's small town has a natural certainty, it is soul-catching, beautiful and unpublicized, slow rhythm, quiet and relaxed, exhaling a restless healing breath, people can not help but immerse themselves in it, wave and throw time without feeling too bad.
Cervantes, (Cervantes), lobster town.
The town is adjacent to the unapproachable coral coast, the sea of emerald green, the burning sun, the red fire, the blue and bright yellow buildings, the freshest lobsters of the original taste, and the sea breeze carelessly brushing over. Such a place is not suitable for thinking, only for a warm and trance to live.
(Sovereign Hill) gold-rush town, Shufenshan
Craftsmen's shops, alchemy, wagons and ancient newspaper kiosks, post offices and candy shops are the main themes of the town. At the door of the post office sat the old vagrant artist with the accordion and the humming song, and on the corner of town he would meet a lady in a puffy dress as if from the Middle Ages. A white pear tree was planted in front of the white house, and a large white cloud fell low on the roof. Have an old age here, and trace back to the light and shadow in the depths of the years.
(Heathcote) town, Heathcote
The town is also a well-known wine region, and there is a very fancy restaurant in the town, the whole house submerged in vibrant vines, the small blackboard used to write the menu is painted with purple grape designs. Every word on the menu looks like a grape at a distance, and the air has a subtle smell of wine. Two well-dressed white-haired old ladies sat under the vineyard, each glass of champagne, glamorous, chattering. The dark green grape leaves above the head were brushed by the sun, and some people were dancing in the park not far away. I really want to stay drunk here.
(Port Arthur) town, Port Arthu
In Tasmania there is a lavender manor in this age-old town, small but beautiful as a postcard. After all the mountains and rivers, push open the three sides of the manor is glass windows of the coffee shop door, lavender quiet fragrance came, all the noise of the world receded, a heart tree calm and calm. Sitting in a coffee shop, tasting lavender-flavored ice cream, a vast rose blooming outside the window, a lake as calm as a mirror not far away, had never touched the texture of time so clearly.
Also like those small towns in the Dandernon Mountains, Olinda,Sassafras, is beautiful. Especially in autumn, chestnuts seem to mature instantly, falling all over the hillside overnight, maple leaves blush at a certain dusk without a word, and the mountains do not know when there is fog, and the branches of the apple, the tiredness of BlackBerry, raspberry. The first day spent in the small town of Danderonn was a good time of abundance and sparkling.
There are too many beautiful towns, such as the different faces but always smile the appropriate face, do not deliberately please but let people fall into, let people lose fighting spirit, doubt the significance of rush, ignore those human trivia. Tired, bored, lost, come to the small town of Australia for a walk, sit under that wisteria tree in the street park for a while, the town is as calm as it used to be, it will tell you, live a good life, as if you have never shed tears, have been hurt.
