That plane is almost down on the runway, we only see the ground. A thick misty rain slowly eroded everything, dim, really dim, as if the distant memories of the past, if. Grass is green, the water flow, the river still surging, that voice is still Wu-ning soft language, Oh, ... ...
(A) see Kawabuku
Kawabuku appears thinner, in the bustling city life seen so many fans extravagant hotel, the Kawabuku in front of us a bit withered, and stays can not afford to window-dressing, it is still that the store layout, and that the door of the red lanterns hanging from , there are those who endorse the name of the feelings of our brothers, and is still at midnight to clear recourse Yau.
This is what I left Hangzhou to Shanghai the day before, and Xiaodong they kick down the badminton been more than ten o'clock, and crossed the bath has been fully midnight, and I, and Lao Jin taxi around a few times, insisted on my insistence, to Road to the teaching and administrative staff Kawabuku shop.
I was wanted to eat hot pot, but I want to go to a Kawabuku, so the value of this evening, and again went to Hangzhou, I can not.
Kawabuku pot taste is more authentic, but at this time to find their authentic goods, apart from also made to meet the taste of Hangzhou. However, these are not important, in this heat Yinyun, I seem to see past the busy scenes scenes, strange but fresh and persistent but unscrupulous.
Such as Big Brother and there is a good contact friends has always been affiliated with people who are going separate ways, and his expansive and the amount of alcohol was surprising, but the amount of alcohol no match for passion, that night he was drunk, drunk in the delicious Kawabuku, for passion The dump, for friendship and indulge.
This night, Lao Jin and I are sitting face, I have mixed with the past Kawabuku Yong Zhao, yes, again, and although there was one that everyone and I did not come to night, night to people who really more ... ...
I have drunk crazy and cruel, I am drunk, and a step on confused manner, just that I quickly came back shortly after graduating from Shanghai's night, I am drunk how painful, but also how much gratification, Oh, that is beside the school Szechuan Restaurant, the one who the boss is a smaller, but quite sturdy and the boss of Sichuan for the first time after graduation and students who return to Hangzhou in that they gather off Sichuan Station Lane, Yes, it's there, not Kawabuku.
When the Lao Jin serious Let's talk about should and how to learn English, I sigh of relief, then, later, I can not come to Kawabuku of.
(B) see Aoyama
I have repeatedly told them that far in the distance is a Dai-Aoyama, but the bundle from the rain smoke barrier of sight distance can not see.
We came directly from the World Trade Center Hotel, Sudi, the rain just small, small as it seems not, and we excitedly jumping up to the first bridge, the weeping willow strands of rain drift and slightly Tulv intertwined with sensual vibrations of vulnerability to some degree, in the This misty rain of the south, it is not yet had time to dry a canvas, every step that we have clearly Wendao Na moist atmosphere.
Forsythia be even in the Lin Lin delicate and soft spring rain, calm lake reflected upside the Qing Ying, birds in the air, Qing Wu, it all seems to be moving, are quietly earth ... ...
I am the one hand to introduce them to pay close attention to the side of my field of vision, and memories, and that each one for each section of the road bridge, that night and that morning, and then walk to a come away, eyes still smoke a lake rain, rain smoke is still Invisible Castle Peak.
Gradually, big rain, playing in the cheeks, Wet your, and then there are not many, it flows into the drop down and gently touch of, whether tears are intoxicated in the past is sad, be happy, or tasteless ... ...
Leifeng Pagoda is being rebuilt now just have a profile, and we left a shadow of its background, and witness in order to capture the history, also in the elegance of the first new client, although I do not know a few more times, there will be.
Later, as the cruise ship visitors rarely come to pavilion, surrounded by the open lake, wrapped in a small island full of spirituality, pavilion angle and soft willow gently disturb the senses perceive every point, this moment, Gu Lake heart, Si Wang at a loss, only the US-run of Emotional Memory to Sanjiang, long whisk shoving the harbor.
Finally, we left the small Yeongju, when more rain and fog, and we can only see the eyes of the people, the background is to look over the lake unclear, I imagined then, photographs should be only human, and the gray background, certainly yes, see Castle Peak.
Cruise fled ahead, the fog in front of a vast, bustling city was hidden, and rain and fog, rain and fog wrapped around everything finally turn on, leave it to the next full sense of the tear.
But I have started tear the shattered memories, Castle Peak as if the truth of the misty rain where Chanzhe looming, I reach out to catch the strands of rain drift meticulous, ... ...
(C) Spring warm sun
After the end of the sun in the General Assembly began the first day, when the mood is that the sun blue sky. I know that Xiao-Dong is not willing to let this feeling, and refuses to let go of this feeling was also looking to back him, his original class A-side.
The youngest hired the bike, we ride out from the road to feeling shut eyes, it is a yesterday.
Solitary Hill, the huge lawn, has green, as well as the pan-green of the willow lake line and open to the peach blossom early, all faint, but the feeling is deep, and we lay in sunshine, it was also warmer than ever before, because the man in our, as well as those close to pure memories.
We walked along the forward recall, Mei He hometown, the other side remains.
Re-up, is a few stone table and Ta Miao, the following static looking lake islands, the sun through the dense trees, the lake at the same time kissing caressing it like in Wonderland-like images.
Faint to casually chat on something, he served time slip past the body warm, relaxed great, nice, once again leave here in the coming time, he will do something in the sun can be felt in the memory of what able to do nothing under the sun can do not recall not to feel.
Under the Xiling Seal Society was, and then ride back to school along the lakeshore, the sun and the lake behind ... ...
From memory of addition of a layer of double-entry sunshine, warm, but not strong.
(D) tea
The World Trade Center out of the room, and we do not know how.
Unconsciously, we have come to walk in the rain, Su Causeway. According to their argument, or may look to others when apyauk but especially nostalgic,说什么也得look at the West Lake, even if the days are dark, even though it was raining.
Occasional rain, the lights on the shore, appears to Qingji and fear. But full of flavor.
Later we played in the rain, cars, came to Liu Lang Wen Niao Department of tea Habitat teahouses.
To a cup of Mandarin West Lake Longjing, eat some kinds of fruits, some mention of what, some people respond to what, everything looked so pale.
However, at this late night, the back of this indifferent how deep friendship and what does not obliterate the impulse.
Time flows, but the impulse has not changed; tired of life, but the attitude has not changed; urban change, but a friend has not changed.
Everything changed, but everything changed.
Drink a tea, listening to a familiar laugh to see sad eyes, carries a self-confidence, listening excitedly Let's talk about race, he served as the paper described ... ...
Adachi eyes I had a fight Shi You sip, and then walk left, and back to poly, and collected from, such as clouds and Rain in truth, a touch-ran, such as a cup of tea, but any time I look back, fragrance remains.
This cup of tea finished product soon to see a few heavy misty rain of the number of days, such as weaving, such as tears rain to clear, some people the truth from the air, floating down, do not ask where it comes from the truth, simply because there is that period, once put together for a walk over the years.
Rain in parting, hazy Qingrun, Ren shore Liulv bonuses, see Castle Peak.
Years Yinqing, Brisk hasty chaos, listening to autumn to winter tomorrow, Yongjin this throbbing.
2002-3-13 am
Author: ahxg
