City of water color
City, I am most like Xiamen.
Xiamen is called away from my city. An hour with 10 minutes of the plane journey, as warm as spring seasons. But this is not my mind Dianzhuo Xiamen. Memory, the city will always be damp, and rainy, but not depressed, the air as if the frost condensate is different from the biting cold southern sparkling clear.
Is so fond of a city, is one about people.
Go to Xiamen, I do not know him.
On the plane before it perfectly good days, the sun can be described as beautiful. Who wanted one to Xiamen over the rain on the rain, the ground floor.
That night, in my Jiefeng dinner, his father's friends introduced him to me, the arrangements for the next play I handed him, until I go home.
Also from that time on, I became friends with him, climb on the Sunlight Rock, I will take the initiative to reach out for help hand.
I called to him: be free in the evening to take me to listen to opera?
Rainy night, he insisted on big black umbrella at the hotel lobby waiting for me, and then took me through a few road go to the theater. Xiamen road is not very wide, thick strands of rain drift lighting, such as the numerous silver-line diarrhea, water Linlin city, there is an illusory beauty. Wear the road, he always looked after me, "Be careful to look at cars." Each time, I will firmly inviting his coat sleeve. Opera did not really understand, but it is fresh, and Jiangsu Shaoxing opera is fundamentally different from the usual two styles, I am very curious.
Go home that day or the rain, but the small lot. Tickets in the afternoon, the morning when it comes to empty, he said that we will certainly look at the bar around the island road. In this way, we went to the beach, found a ground and sat down.
I am a little tired, overcast days can not afford to get people to raise the spirit. Do not want to speak, he would have been good words was not a person. Drinking tea, watching the falling strands of rain drift of the sky, do not speak, so, it seems true in the brewing sadness Biexu.
In the afternoon, there are a lot of people send me on the plane, he is also. Did not really have to say anything, but I checked again to help the trunk of the rod and the pulley. Waved his hand, I suddenly realized that his crowd was quiet as I like the friendly and warm family. He did not wave, but smiling, always smiling ... ...
A few days later, I received a call from him, he said, after you are gone, Xiamen rain stopped, and the sun well, really a pity that you do not see under the sun Gulangyu. The street girls wore skirts, and I have not seen you wear a skirt looks like it is really a pity.
I laughed, I do not feel pity. Xiamen is still just as beautiful as the rain.
For many years, when I think of Xiamen, the city is raining in. Rain wash away the dust, pure and transparent water color of the city.
Author: gmdj712
