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145433 2009 年 04 月 03 日 23:33 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (20) Category: Personal Diary
; departure, is not all people get filled with melancholy? As if people are ill, particularly fragile and need to rely on. Even if nothing to do with feelings, but always to flooding.
is only a short holiday, leaving this life for a long time after countless farewell reunion city,
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the morning after the alarm again, sleeping, washing hectic meal. The moment the elevator opened, I stride galloping pace. Oncoming wind, touching every inch of my skin, I raised my hair shirt, and I imagine I was going to be flying a kite, will fly to far-reaching the sky, will have a wider world.
sit in a crowded bus, I am actually awake. Parting may be sadness, maybe not.
people hurrying to and fro under the car car, I stared watching. In the countless days, is not some people like me curious to observe me? At the time what I was feeling? Car, changing the scenery outside the car, as if my ears jump notes, fantastic. In the countless days, is not like me because some people around good secretly smiled, self-satisfied? Jumping a question mark, I secretly laughed.
Shenzhen set really learned the way, the three east-west trunk road have their own characteristics,
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car to drive. Destination - the next stop.
next stop, Baishizhou. This is a person or persons in addition to the lot. I know this area from years ago along the offensive along a traffic jam every day since. But there is also an incentive behind the offensive, tapping my heart membrane. I urgently want to stay away from this area, then fight it, no other way.
next stop, OCT. I always think it is a mysterious place. Is not that priceless luxury, not a spectacular wonders of beauty, art is not strong, I aspire to be quiet Debu traces of the mysterious, like a heart, no time to heart. I often can feel even through this city full of vague, and beneath the jungle vegetation that float from the sadness. When the warm palm of your palm is suddenly pulled out another one, I really want to get hit, a walk, to find it filled the soul. But I do not fit sorrow.
next stop, mangrove. Grass, birds, trees, human children, the sea. The ecological protection forest is a legend written in a wide variety of virgin land. When the kite event of the wind, even a happy pain, still riding the wind, sky, love ... ... if I were brave kite that you fly is one of my children it? You gave me the world, but pull on a line, connecting with each other. Gently pulling, is the heart throb. If I were a kite, then you are the wind it? You lead me fly, give me direction. However, when the kite without wind it? ... ... The development of the story ends there, I want to work, not to prevent the occurrence of the other side, but to create and cherish their own end.
next stop, Zhuzilin. Traffic hub area. Come to mind is that trip from the rumbling train. And a boy chasing a train running. I suddenly remember that he or him, but I remember that one night. Town platform, farewell, I set foot on the train, Review, Gezhuojuchuang around, waving, whistle tip Ming, having left the wheels rolling ... ... and all the drama, like love, the young Kuangpao up, along with the waves behind tears. This is the friend told me. He also mentioned it to me faint. He said forget how far away tired. Once / so a young boy / chasing the train running / because of me. I remember.
next stop, Xiangmihu. Xiangmihu the past is a playground,
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... ...
next, ... ... home. Yes, and this is the last stop. Wanderer longing and desire of each stop. So close, yet so far away.
... ...
Huiguo Shen. Passengers do not know the original side for the first few. Shen sky is still gray. Bus drifting away, get off the car in the car business as usual interpretation of each person's repertoire, different is not my plot soon. Those related or unrelated to me or fragments, on and off, or interspersed in the corner of the city, or fade away in the city's end. Perhaps, will tell me, I did not stay too ... ...
even give up, or to leave. They say parting is a more cheerful for the next reunion. So I have decided to come back each time to leave. My next stop might be even more exciting.
leaving.
this time, is not there then a he, anxiously looking forward to,
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