A few days ago to see "Shanghai Times", to see a description Huaihai Road one of the shops selling T-shirt, colorful photo is taken, it is attractive. So this week is eager to go SHOPPING, calculating in my mind, what kind of their own lack of T-shirt, pants and matching shoes. Suddenly, by their own blood boil to the shocked, and a long time, my right beautiful clothes, delicious restaurants I could not get the spirit of the past, very energetically to organize friends, corruption and dinner, very happy to appreciate the joys of shopping shopping. These are all interesting in my dull when I am interested in what is it? The release of its own: I am keen to nature to breathe fresh air - so I went to Yunnan; I became fascinated in order to demonstrate their artistic - so I went to swim; I want to do work they like - so I almost stay in the Lijiang bar so the bartender.
But I came back, returned to Shanghai and back to gray human. Way back from the Pudong airport, car blocked the tunnel, I was thinking: I really come back begin? Some are not willing heart. Vehicle arrives at the train station, I saw the way I am familiar with, I am familiar with the station, as well as I am familiar with the crowd, I think: I was really back, leaving the next is when?
In Yunnan when I come and go freely, although a group of people go, but I do not gregarious to drift away. I do not crowding together taking pictures, not what the local send a postcard, I wholeheartedly appreciate her good, her unique. I rode through the forest, I blush and Tibetan boy dancing, I am preoccupied with leave it.
But I still come back, go back to my gray carpeted office, back office with a khaki-colored glass. To work quickly to meet the boss. Oh! I do not like how it all ah! But where I go, what should I do? Back to a back, how many of the concerns so that I can not leave it ah. If only because "I like," I can walk a longer distance, that is really brave ah!
Owner of a business trip these days, as usual, is to lazy, so read the new novel to buy "fish and her bicycle." The same story there is an unacceptable ordinary, eager in Shanghai, in their own heroic story happen girl. A girl growing up process, and that she may leave the process on track, pay a painful price for her adventure. But in the end she was at ease down, or a calm down, she was to please the kindergarten president, in order to maintain her hard-won work; her the money pinch in the palm of the hand and doctors shook hands, in order to seek a solution for her daughter's bed; her from Xinjiang bought a big flower wool carpet was laid in makeshift homes, in order to recall that the red-hot trip to Xinjiang, a small, no longer small, leave it.
Suddenly, I know I is not surprising, as an ordinary woman in Shanghai, at a time when the young heroic efforts to pursue a leave, in fact, I can do is nothing but like her would have bought a beautiful Yunnan Province tie-dyed cloth shop in the old wooden table.
Today, as the cold has become the spirit of trance, noon, no appetite to eat, to buy a fragrant lemon cake for lunch Knightley. Stores have a petite woman, warmly greeted me, even though I only bought it in such a small thing, and still sounds sweet to me. I am out of the store, look up Lujiazui billboards, but to hear the sweet voice behind me, looked back, or that clerk, holding my cake - I only had the money back the Keep the change. She gasped and caught tens of meters, but still smiling like spring. I can not help thinking: She must have liked her the job, and she does not like me so discontented bar.
I suddenly keen on buying clothes, and I know that twinkling of an eye, I will be turned back into a prosaic Shanghai woman, until one day peace of mind to do a prosaic Shanghai woman.
Author: momokosay
