Simple breath blowing strong

The house is a hutong knowledge.
In some of the culture in memory, hutong always and home connected. And that is connected to all time regardless of season, no matter what kind of change, alley season is always changeful such as sweet as elves, early light on fair light colour.
Perhaps the poet, artists, musicians, literature and art lovers, they prefer with our love hate to depict that. The scene of spring and the grass grows lanes, the scene ChiRi JiangShanLi lanes, and the deep snow scene does not know the lanes, always is deduced as the moon colorful. Most of the writers have depth of artistic conception alley hobby, they freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting, then, they leave hutong; They will suddenly become a profound hutongs quietly background.
I like the hutong alleyways, June I also like, I immersed in the season, drunk love in the alley. Because even in hot June alley, also still by in and outside of the old home of sending out the smell.
Hutong ready to quiet, just June; the cicada, make public a butterfly, they also is used to quiet. Cicada will in hutongs chime, butterfly will ignore it; Cicada is still in the echo of the weak in tear at the sound of a few words from the hutongs a byword to old man; Butterfly just light dance float in the sky, and then all the way, it is easy to recruit and not obedient the children's glad. Children pure eyes only color, butterfly butterfly wings but the flying a whole June monochrome alley.
Should say alley is also willing to immerse yourself in the monochrome, after all, always complain in the hutongs honestly age, FangHua, green make for a long time; She was not as long as the wet behind the hermit, little naive and slightly searches. Hutong in together, made up of both mottled, and quiet. However hutongs and very the hermit characterized, she on much appearance, hiding in plain sight.
The alley of June, in a sense, is smooth and lonely. For June, it's just not color dye printed on the monochrome of the alley. Hutong smiled, trembling, issued a strong shock shaking voice. In June, the heavy voice away, but only for this mist in the sky, a drizzle repeatedly the wind. This time even asleep hutongs is clear, June is brought about a rain, although not cool, pour also and lighter. Hutong unwind, remove all the landed not dusty hike, a face satisfied; She WenYun touching the own beautiful eyebrows, and he fell asleep again.
The loneliness of hutong showed in her stubborn and it's unyielding puzzling drowsiness. Many of the June, alley all love to sleep. Hutong in that depressing dry like a nap, she will not be paying attention to cicada ah, butterfly oh to own harassment. And maybe ah, hutongs already used the harassment, she also likes to listen to that little pure feeling harassed. Like a child, like the hutongs is lonely and curiosity.