As happy as the Guangzhou
When young and frivolous, faith, "like God, like to think the same as civilian life", silly silly pride pride, and finally one every day hitting the wall, badly battered and found no relationship between himself and God, but also finally harsh choice to leave that spent the past 8 years Jiangnan cities, defected to the South, like as when to go to Yan'an.
In Guangzhou, I still did not find the God of legend, but saw a civilian, the city itself, how to mahjong lottery, how to dress for dinner.
For many years ran about busily, so I learned to treat his stomach. As a result, my eyes in Guangzhou, it is primarily a roll in the soup inside the city (Xiancun the finders, so much soup pot, Housewives are more sophisticated toys).
That the size of gear, every night steaming; every night I was like night patrols of the monarch, there is light there is a place of my subjects, there are places where there is wine and meat to my collar states; often happy when you eat , then one side Dazhuobaoge while groping uplift of the lower abdomen, I think of the old movie classic lines: "He Jitang sleep," a moment forget the hurt and sorrow, I feel much better than human happiness.
Eat the stomach, I would walk in Guangzhou city chaos. Russell said that vary more primitive state is a happy, happy I went to look primitive.
White-collar workers their mansion facing the Pearl River, the wage-earners who live in the Young Kei Shipai, those lanes like a phosphorescent flashing gut; the three money in a movie, five dollars a song and dance; the Speed robbers have shot head the party, there are cars in a chain collision, there are smelly river, there are chickens and ducks in the clamor ---
These scenes are often chaotic whim me: If I was a little big Yangqi village hooligans, or the hurried retreat of the countryside when the battles Guangzhou youth, what should be what the original happy?
HU Tian-Hu place? Fought? Cut stabbed to kill? Now, all this can only be a phantom; the so-called sailed the seven seas, I am just a work in the office where the Bai Shan Tsai, most of the time, dressed like migrant workers. Walking in the streets, people often call me "handsome", initially often let me figure this out. Of course, later on have started to learn, and live in Guangzhou are in fact only two, one is a "handsome" and the other is the "boys & girls"; Red Dust, the number of people have called with this Liangsheng, while fuzzy the identity and face. This is sometimes called Liangsheng as wake-up call: In Guangzhou, you are but a "handsome" this issue, and no one to hold to your past lives, you do not need to disguise Zaiqu what the show's xintaizi have torn down, Kuxiao have casual nature , you can do betrays itself emerged in nature.
As such, Guangzhou, also suitable for several people to survive, such heroes of anonymity, such as the wise Wu Chan, and perhaps de Bergerac healing. It Shizaitaixiang one arena, idle, messy, the resulting well-being is often to induce people to forget themselves to each other, shaped like a stranger. I always concern ourselves with the people good-bye: I hope we meet again, one by one white and fat, Xiao Duzi slightly elevated.
To the south before the literati often heard in the Mainland characterize Guangzhou, jumping on a cultural desert. Come to Guangzhou, I seemed to another of the Tao.
Perhaps this is really a city content with its lot, because there is not much to suppress it is also less deformed desires, and no so much grief for brewing; Baqiao of snow, moonlight wheat, this type of Kudachoushen Images too far away from the citizens; the city's disc slowly rotating, they decided to eat and drink only willing to look at shadows of the hour ---
Sometimes, well-being of this city was no poetry.
Guangzhou always give me such mixed feelings: the so-called杯酒释兵权, it only took a pot of soup, talk and laugh among the bulk of one of your martial arts, the collapse of a cavity of your ambition, so forget the poet writing poetry, forgotten singer singing, a hero in a secular happiness where dead drunk.
I sometimes unrequited love to assume that his own experience is that far gone heroes, I dream Peach Blossom Face armored cavalry, but wake up lying in the village of Xiushui Yangqi Mizobe;
Stare from the so-called elite male? Daily necessities in the humble people? This river floats numerous Mirage and butter, the same as collapsing bubbles scattered; on the black river, countless heroes to see the face. Inter-trance, that the oath had been walking on like the ghost cries, as the river slowly down:
"One day, I can well-being of the same like in Guangzhou."
Author: xht11
