Broken bike visiting the Grand Shanghai - another year to Yangmei!

 Broken bike visiting the Grand Shanghai - another year to Yangmei!
Close to June, a twinkling of an eye, and Shanghai's weather is still volatile, May and rainy, often sunny day, two days of rain, work will still always late, not every day bike ride, there is no umbrella habits, buses and blocking, insomnia occasionally, even alcohol can not do anything. I know why I would like, this can not be attributed to anyone or anything, everything is self- looking cocoon. I have not own the original.
a new understanding of a friend told me long to be cooked bayberry, you can not get into the mountains near the Temple, or Cixi Bon appetit, are not far away from Shanghai, do not want to know, like the trip would be a dream, in fact, I have not tasted the taste of red bayberry, fancies only know the story, asked too small three children, to know there are plum near her home last summer's sun and the rain poured, such as injection, I have a long history in that town to drink wine, eat shrimp, one year later, I was rolling in Shanghai exhaust dormant among the influence of chemical gas was pungent, hallucinations took place in a weekend afternoon, through the Bridge on the way to Carrefour Wuning I suddenly realized that I like walking in the seat of a small county of Hanzhong, Qinling mountains, blue sky, Aoyama clear water, walk the street exudes atmosphere, lonely but not desperate.
so very sad, memories began to take my breath away, gradually obsessed with how much I like to go out travel ah! once had, countless picture with me through it, a man alone on the road, while self-exile has a taste of the ordinary people can not understand the state of mind, I love that feeling of wind, four superficial, leaving no trace, a small travel case, all memory, or better, or incomplete, your heart will ache, feelings of adolescents have the wind rain, now , but not to the qualifications of pain, because anyway, I have been dormant in the city between the law-abiding, even distant dreams are not a hh
do physically and mentally exhausted.
suddenly have a little bit homesick, not homesick, the broad significance of this house is the north, there is fierce cold wind, dry air and sun, as well as circles, without regard to the joking curse drunken singing circle, because the atmosphere of Shanghai, was too gentle, either alone, drink alone, or eat and drink with all kinds of things, not always just let me, nor is it incompatible, but would also like pure fun, looking for slight their own happiness, rather than released into the football above all, in every arena of Shenhua to Hongkou Football Stadium shouting, or the Yankees in Tianjin TEDA hostile, in fact, although the Shenhua fans, but when they are guests in Shanghai, I have a strange feeling, not warm, but not alienated.
Xi'an Where exactly? as a city, always lingering in my heart, because too many memories, friends say Audition Anniversary of Xi'an, Xi'an station on the activities of what hamlet square, I blurted out is not good great, he surprised a moment, swore I decided to give you a tickets to go to Xi'an, well, my silence, clearly he is not go back, go back really positive, For the reason, I am afraid that in people it, often get the news is a classmate or friend to leave, Shanghai, Beijing, Shenzhen, Qingdao, Guangzhou and so on, after all, not a native of the child, without a common memory, gathering more difficult. once a stop, which will hang around landscape, tried to grab a handful of soil, has been left too long, so be sorry.
three to five years, they may stay in Beijing will become one-stop, just maybe it, take a low salary to get by, to open his own small bookstore, or continue to do animation, no life however rich, just simple and free, a few days of holiday do not have to work overtime or frayed paying lip service to, their own reward.
If you do not love, loneliness, if love is the sink. love yourself, alone or sink it? before no one loves me, this is always a paradox hh