Living in cold afternoon in Guangzhou, Xiamen, strong memory of a prized daylight, a cup of oolong tea on hand, just as light, delicate fragrance of a leisurely stay in Xiamen, a few days.
May be well prepared for well-planned trip is indeed not my strengths, I prefer casual trip. As a result, a Shannian send me a bus to Xiamen. A long cold night, New Year's Day 7:00 over, dragging both legs frozen into columns of a taxi, uphold the mandibular joint princess: "Go to Lujiang university."
Xiamen Sunshine smell of coffee and
With the advent of Xiamen University had never expected to be the impact was so powerful youth. But you Shenbuyouzhu - bright sunlight, the face came dressed in casual light-footed young men and women look clear - you feel that you Love brawl receded, "withered hard right sounded ashamed."
Lotus lake stretched out on the grass, I am facing the side of non-wrinkle Lan Chou; half lowers Friends of the mouth and then sent over the orange segment, the body in the sun's heat slowly ferment, and my heart thrown up a number of images: leaving for big bags, a walk in the sun, nothing thinking, souls hiding in the breeze, the flower inside. As if yesterday's thing. I am not far away from campus life and the actual insurmountable.
Get in photosynthesis bookstore cafe upstairs when no exception Yuet reading. When surrounded mostly buried Fenbi contemplative face, we have turned over leisure fashion magazine. I can not concentrate on a line of text, can not help but view themselves: out of black and white no desire to studying hard day and night, my mind like bubbles in formalin, the resisting decay, however, there is no activity.
Here, I tasted the first time the Irish coffee. Lips, softly embedded in a sip of fresh butter, a small group of piping hot liquid entrance, with the smell of coffee without the bitterness, there are elements in the excitement of wine without choking throat, while the sweet cream slip just right compensated by the lack of the former two characteristics. I tasted the subtle intoxication of the moment, is almost ecstasy.
Gulangyu White Cat sunk
Or go Gulangyu. Avoid soliciting business guide vendors, we are free to stroll hand in hand. People becoming scarce, and we step through the red-brick mansion, the old gray brick Western-style house Whitehead, occasionally making a shape very ancient doorway or balcony. White Cat Almost everywhere, they are ghost-like across the dark wooden floor corridor, Jishan narrow alley. I even looked up an abandoned brick building to squat on the second floor balcony with a messy hair, the wizard. It is about what licking their paws and indifference with me in the eye, or even lift my camera lens is also indifferent.
Here are not into the bright sunshine. Soaring garden waste vegetation, semi-collapse of the basement, empty yo windows, faded, old-fashioned fan page of wooden doors, and carve out a refusal to change the silence and desolation.
We are just curious visitors that can not be involved in its silence. Gradually re-emerge during the night, music, square lights, with gently fluttering saxophone music.
Other boat, a little boy eyes wide open Wuji Hutouhunao eyed us and then to his mother holding a solid printed on a kiss. Whistle, boat, big sea breeze, and we huddle together, music, island further away from us, sank.
Peanut soup a pig oyster omelets, spring rolls
Are essential for a daily morning, peanut soup, let me think now is still coveted. Light-colored taro instant peanut soup afloat entrance flap, how do I eat enough.
A pig: in this northeast restaurant where people eat the cheek teeth of the wooden bowls Liuxiang tender braised duck and mushroom jelly slip the child Bracken scrambled eggs.
Daimyo heard so much about the taste of the oyster omelets. The oyster and sweet potatoes, leeks and other material powder and mix thoroughly, slow Huo Jian, finally topped with scattered eggs, eggs cooked Serve. Personally feel that the taste too rough Zhizhong.
Shopping and to see a stall, the share of a white cake leather, coated materials, look unclear, hack deep-fried. Q. I knew it was spring rolls. Is somewhat like the Dali Erkuai. Remembered that in the wrapped potatoes dipped in chili sauce sauerkraut Rouli the Erkuai the saliva flooding, no Najc full, were dropped.
Of a city's imagination travels a text-based pictures of people from that place to so bit by bit, the aggregate into a yellowed static image; once through it, the impression of specific aroma into a drop of memory, like memories of Zhouzhuang is a noon ride boat glide Uva white room, a touch of sunshine, the green water micro-fishy. The Xiamen left me, is the Irish coffee, hot Xiang Wei Xun, and the faint inside the vitality of lazy.
Author: michelle_gz
