Long aversion to the taste of island life for the city, longing for quiet leisure life of me, and found a gap of time, playing a package Shao Shang his beloved people, came to a romantic place - Zhuhai!
Zhuhai is not unfamiliar to me and do not know how many times has set foot on this piece of land, but never bored tired, each time feeling the pressure, feeling very jittery mood of the time, as long as there is time, I have fled here, bottom of my heart has been broke to love here, this piece of access to peaceful places.
We live in the Beaconsfield Hotel, where a small villa although the old point, the environment is quite elegant. The layout inside is not luxurious villas, there are home comfort and nature. Suite also brings an exquisite balcony, the sun crossed the balcony, from the flower curtain pass through that hole, shameless lying on my bed and insists on sharing romantic time, attracted the summer and wind can not help but come Cougerenao ... ...
In the evening, a double yellow bicycle carrying us, walked slowly along the road couples. The weather is not fine, no colorful La Xia, distant islands covered with light blue of the twilight sky, the randomly interspersed with the sea on the Chuaner microwave a yam a yam to ups and downs, leisurely, in their eyes, there had never been over the horror of the sea, but quietly volts on her broad chest. Wind or flipping the my skirts, whisk chaos of my long hair, pulling a long night a little bit of the sea side of the scene to cover up. Light far and near began with the sound of waves gently beating, intentionally or unintentionally scattered in the situation that people who whisper whisper ... ... we have a double bike attracted a lot of curious eyes, and occasionally touching look also stepped forward and asked the two. Here, among people has become easy-going, apathy and distance no longer exist, only the warmth, the same as the sea breeze around the side.
Down cycle, it would only hand a powerful big jacob the road brought me to Angus steak. Waiter for our lit oil lamps on the desktop of small boots, separated by green glass shades, faint to see the fire of the beating, Embrace in the music in the restaurant flows, such as the pools are generally accompanied by a pair of drowned people's eyes, the four mature Angus Si Xi Grilled become increasingly cold fragrance lovers, delicious infinite. When the teeth and stomach after the greatest satisfaction, I will own deeply buried in the soft fabric sofa inside, what did not want to, quietly listening to a playful sense of humor lovers, silently watching his confident demeanor, was covered in falling gradually into the night - and that among the gentle caress ... ...
Zhuhai road wide, people few, not many cars, although the car around in the past when the speed quickly, but there is no noisy hustle and bustle feel. Roadside planted with plants, wherever they could hear the rustle of laughter, see their waving posture. With a little taste of the sea breeze followed us and the summer driving harassment, long way left to our laughter, but also secretly took away all my troubles ... ...
Tired, sitting on a bench on the roadside rest stop. This bench at the Zhuhai side of the road everywhere, clean and comfortable, even under the hot sun at noon, there are a lot of people sat on it a rest. Because the lush foliage always be able to block all the sunlight to live, while the sea wind, and always be able to go all over every corner of Zhuhai, so a break in the side of the road does not feel hot. We sat there, chatting chatting, generous lover that made my shoulders on the pillow, even a deep sleep I had in the past ... ... do not know how much time passed before I slowly wake up, come into contact with is his pair of soft eyes, watching disheveled, his face Yonglan shallow my smile and gently Yong Jin to me and asked loudly: "also you tired?"
If, there is a romantic long-term preservation can be canned, I would like to put this process into many of the romantic sub-installed copies of the time when I frustrated, so they took that out and makes chewing, this life, we are not lonely ... ...
Author: haolangmao
