In August did not stop changing place

One day in August, the train stop in Renqiu station, I saw this small town deep red sunset, the platform is low, some old, only a small number of people get off, and then disappeared in the exit door, autumn is near, a quiet and peaceful town atmosphere, travel pictures, is often appeared in many movies塑身內衣.
Beside the young girl, in Hefei section, now going to school in changchun. I suddenly remembered when young, from one city to another city to read, that kind of work and the sense of drift, and the fate of the ups and downs of the solid earth tightly bound together, and we have to walk, arrived to shore.
The girl with a computer and a box of books, such a heavy burden, but her fullest comfort, on the train we talk, the girl asked me the impression of Beijing, I would like for a long time but don't know how to answer, because she does not know all the sadness in my life are scattered across the north of the city, but I know that girl the goal is clear, is a school in Beijing would like to study, like many young people in the city of longing, so nice, her confidence, believe that she will have a good future.
We in the West flyover goodbye, will each to the other, meet or farewell, already doomed. While the pace can not stay, necessary to go to.
People with the parallel life, slow, but we can't stop.
To leave a piece of the Inner Mongolia desert wilderness in the space of photos, lone bird habitat in sparse wood branches, Cong Bei has withered, the hidden in the sky, black and white color, the beauty of despair.
A friend gave me a message, envy I have been to such a beautiful place, I said, really beautiful, beautiful enough to let the life produces transient pain, and he had just graduated from University, get married and have children, to live, to busy all day, with little time to travel, so often complain to me.
I told him, the cold and hot, will be the same, this is our responsibility, is our final home.
Have been to many places, linger in each city, because to write many words, fill the soul required, sometimes, I will read the writing on the highest point of thinking, in order to complete it, a person go, give way, even if is wandering, but heart is warm, because I know, to meet the human and landscape, it will be a day in my writing, these are the experiences I have had, I also on the life of the memorial.
Maybe some people will read it, then listen to the call of the heart, give yourself a complete exile, perhaps this is a value added, because, we need.
The text can be through the breath, soul, also is a kind of strength at.
Of course, this is not what I can do.
Over 08 years after the college entrance examination, I began to plan to go out for a walk, mother firmly opposed, she told me, social blind mixed, deceive the haze at any time, this is not my age should try to understand, father, son grow up, the need to give him an exile, only exile would grow, charge or discharge, the consequences of the undertaker, finally still is him.
Departure, mother slipped me three thousand bucks, and told me not to let father know, I suddenly tears, unable to suppress the familiar move. At that moment, I suddenly understood, the love of parents, all the time, is a great deep, but we children could not perceive.
Often go to the bookstore to find some geographic magazine reading, such a book on Chinese each place scenery and the humanities are clearly introduced, and contains a picture, with brief and profound explanation, read it, the heart is glad, because thought that one day, I can pack, bring the SLR to travel, these have never set foot in place, what fun it is.
Remember once, I went to Zhejiang, blowing in Yiwu station square, the sky was a grey purple, I take Shen Mo posture overlooking the immediate city and pedestrians, suddenly remembered once loved a girl. I think, if she were here with me, I will take her on the top of the mountain, see the sunrise.
Young love sweet sweet, but no ending連褲襪.
So many years have passed, meet people, some disappeared, and some people still remain in the life.
Places to go, still keep the vivid picture, endless flow.
Everything did not stop.
by fashiongirl | 2013-09-19 11:10 | gift

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