Nanjing Kee
In Nanjing, preceded by a preposition, this can run out of “come back”, back to Nanking.
6:00 am, when I in the apartment door and so on 729, six days have been great light, and the air fresh.
For the first time to ride the train alone, while sleeping side songs, deliberately installed some of those years listening to the song. Students in a car very noisy, and occasionally there are Japanese girls Jiaosheng shouting “ah do stack,” the boy sitting next to whisper, said: “Zhenwu Xin.”
Buying is Linke, so stopped at the West Station. I do not buy stubborn move cars because they want to save money. Approaching West Station, when people put a song the way Ray put the train began to Faye Wong’s song, “Xue Zhonglian” sounded, when, like the occasion to greet me at.
For a long time, and heard the words “Xuezhong Lian” will think of Nanjing. That was in 2003 when the first snow in Nanjing, but I just love. Uncle to go to Nanjing things, by the way then I get back. Car where the margins of the Nanjing road traffic units put the song combined with the snow days of song, I send text messages in the car. In 2003, people love to use SMS. This is a very common scenario, but I was often heard the words “Xuezhong Lian”, would think that the winter snow outside, a boundless expanse.
Followed by the crowd got off the train leaving the station, passenger pick up area many people access a child’s cry is far from his father: “Dad -” and then a man grabbed him, and his mother also told in the ranks. A very happy family.
Did not expect Guolemalu is 16, you can directly generous Lane. After the car hit a Taixing people, probably working in Shanghai for girls and her boyfriend, the father in Nanjing, the mother came together. Said the way I have heard all the way, now is the word left ear Xing Hua Lou, Yuan-Zu, fresh meat cakes, Dadu Road … … I know.
16 lines of text like flashback, as it after a Sa Chichiawan – that was my Articles by going to lectures in Political Science, that summer, I spent physically and mentally, non-stop walking, Daphne shoes feet grind of the bubbles, blisters broke after I walk the knife’s edge as a mermaid; followed by three arches, Nanjing hotels, Shanxi Road … … a new model of the broad roads also see China Merchants Bank, I went to school when the New Oriental, Time and again deliberate way around so much, once again, again and again … … I saw that year, beginning often sit on 83 road turning, I saw a youth theater signs … … 16 flashback to my youth in the diary, although I remained silent in the car bumps, the rise is the sky in 2008.
Generous Lane get off to find someone to ask for directions and asked to make for a bad ear. I said: ask how to get Kim a village? That old man said: What? Dr. Jin? Do not know ah.
Silent, but to know which path is the Yunnan Road, soon it will be the hotel and everyone to join.
Noon and we went to the Hunan Road and nostalgia, ate a long absence, duck blood fans. Indeed, there is no one place duck blood fans have such a taste, and perhaps this is the aftertaste.
Kevin was alone in a restaurant to buy a sweet-scented osmanthus duck, I was like usual, walking in the streets of Nanjing, those stores virtually unchanged, Parkinson’s Senta cells are switched off in our home are still erected in the Hunan Road. Mood is somewhat special, feels that her status and temperament of the city close to, but forget that there are a lot of traffic lights in Hubei Road junction panic. Or have not the same place, so that from the current body does not fit in with them.
Then, where taxis Xikanglu turn, once again left behind from the window the appearance of these ancient trees. Billboards along the way advertising from the concert will be replaced by Rene Liu VITAS, this guy’s name will be written in a moment’s inattention and VISTA.
We say that whether or not to go back to school to see, are only talking about, our campus has long been beyond recognition Mo. I still remember the Mo-Xin Yu, when I no longer belong to, after Nanjing Audit University, where was I the only foothold. That memory of summer, and I side of the house look shabby, “miss love”, we see the inside of the mad woman in love, we ourselves are probably so loved. But the consequences to themselves, I have to solve, and become a quiet little woman; She later went to a place far far away, than she is now a city still far away, I could never imagine her on the train of those days, she was seen in the distant frontier days, days when she saw what the mind was thinking. I can not walk like her so far, probably more than I would be sensible to start with their own willing; in Shanghai’s cinemas have a boy again, pull my hand, I did not put aside, it is so good-bye to dry my early feelings of the previous paragraph.
I refuse to tell some things long, long time, of course, I was deliberate, this also, so let me lose appreciation for the details and unforgettable sentimentality. But when something can once again tell the time to prove that this woman is being typed, but some of these as a common scene in the record.
Make me open this blog have a husband a father, when Du Fu hum the words of “Xi Do Jun unmarried, sons and daughters suddenly trip” is very able to be summarized at the end of the story. This is as a part of Nanjing, so on mentioned here. I may write a very casual, but it does this in September’s wedding too much, is just one of them. Growth is the experience from the intense to the peaceful process, a speed of 200 is how to brake the train stopped, and will take some time only.
Nanjing is a non-stop from the time the train to catch, RP no, still the aisle seat, still retrograde. Tentatively review about how to use the train Sartre to describe Faulkner’s:
Faulkner to see the world as if a body looking after the train towards the things people will look at the analogy, every moment after the train had turned into trees, pedestrians, vehicles. In this process, in the past become a reality outstrips reality, it is chiseled, fixed, and now it is indescribable, evasive and uncertain, it is that to contend with this in the past; now full of holes, Through these holes, the last thing intrusion Now, they behave like a judge or, as the eyes, like a fixed, immobile, silent. All these are also behind the scenes and what had happened, but all have occurred.
Shanghai stand when the train after some Smelly, Kevin export pick me, it was raining. Next to his friend that if he would not pick up his girlfriend. Men seem to say very proud, but I will now pick up only silently waiting for me man.
A and recall-related travel, travel is about the back side of the land is not imagined an emotional experience, but went to a city, that city had been familiar with. I became a sacred means not refined, and the surprise is also a time when young autism disappear Danding like a statue. Raining in Shanghai, the road, looking at their own Taobao bought a cheap lattice skirt blowing up, and some cool pleasure.
Finally have to say, I miss the regular use of music in Nanjing. Miss the need to be reminded of the catalyst and stimulating – like Viagra, oh, this sordid metaphor. Some of these music, sad love songs, some are “Legends of Years”, the OST, there is Li’s song “Mr. Van Gogh”, “thought he,” “You left Nanjing, will not have any and I had to say.” Of course, every time I step on the road in Nanjing, grief will sing the “litter on the city of Montreal, the wind blowing like one of your charming” – is not suggesting that Nanjing road is not clean it.
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