5 days on the market
It was raining at midnight so that all of the cities around the world have become similar. You stand the rain, feeling he is very far away from everything, especially at a time when not find a place to live. Yeshe Before I left when asked if there is not provided for hotels, I do not know what the root ribs replied that of course does not already booked. He asked me which one, I said, good set anyway. He looked at my eyes and said, then good, otherwise you are definitely no place to live.
Saint Yeshe prophetic words through soon as Menlei hit me. Now I have been a taxi dropped on an unknown street, four doors closed, all I know the name address of the hotel because of an important festival of the reasons were all overcrowded. I do not have umbrellas, raincoats pressure in climbing the bottom of the package too lazy to take the whole body from top to bottom has been wet to the skin; I do not have maps, do not feel their position and height; I do not have tables, I do not know how far away from the sun; and a half an hour ago, I was also recognized as an asset of the camera purse oxygen tank, and now me insidious increase in the load on the shoulder and heart; I also lost Yeshe phone number, he turned to the heartless and the two spies together disappeared in the rain, when I let down the rain goes on a small note slid into the sewers. It seems the legendary anecdote is not so easy to write, a hero is not so good to be a tough guy.
I do not want to continue along this road, and I'm not tired, but very cold, but the extreme frustration. I found a threshold to sit down and give their children a point of the great capital city of Beijing Zhongnanhai cigarettes, Zhongnanhai is certainly not a place I could live, but I at least know where! Like all dying, I think a lot of things at once: No good honor their parents, have hurt the feelings of so and so, when the fake meal ticket to college and working for foreign bosses from later nicknamed the gods of this place ... Sure enough, the Holy Spirit, my front foot on the rear foot to follow just arrived retribution came. Now I die, and die in this World Cultural Heritage Village is also pretty big smart. I ate it was hawk or be left out in which of the San river it is to support the motherland's four modernizations drive grow into an oak addressed by others, or is it to become ancient mystery, or what, or what, or what is ... nothing ... no, I certainly could not continue on their own so cranky laissez-faire, of course, a big bag to re-Tuo Qi Shuai Zhao long dirty hair and continue to move forward, but also of course find the world's last hotel. The process I will not say where I experienced a long march to all pay tribute to Red Army soldiers.
This is a newly opened hotel, everything is still exudes the smell of wood and paint, and there are red-carpet welcome to guests. I live in a room with two beds 2 table, my bed 25, and the other beds in theory the same price but no one slept. Night I woke up several times was a huge noise and found that rats in my head exercise. I have a turn on the lights, they had the ability all but disappeared, I am off the lights, they will continue. I took out my biscuit breaking off pieces scattered on the windowsill. I said to them, eat it eat it, but a joint venture, finished gave me nice to sleep, his aging mother, but soon worn out.
The early morning breeze, and tricycles are slowly crisp bell, I suddenly woke up, and I feel excited. I can not wait to where I want to see the city the way that I tossed a love-hate Qingchou finally reached the Holy Land, so that each piece came to anyone who claims to their own enlightenment in place. I wash my Plateau first bath (not what his mother does not wash that this is not your mother's egg roll bar!), Eating a packet of my last inventory cookies and to dedicate the rest of the plateau St rats, and then clean happily Taguo red carpet toward the sun. I will be more than 3000 meters above sea level in this great color palette, the color carefully for his life.
I shell into the kinds of hair, dragging a string of bells on the right foot; I Tibetan men wearing orange shirts, pocket a small piece of magic balm; celestite is my alchemy magic weapon, hidden in my entire Turquoise the universe; if rounded Coral will fade, that is continuously flowing Rongjin my red blood; my little beggars with grapes, grape seeds they always far more than I Tude; I had no money to re-Plastic Buddha The金身, but can also be given to each monk an apple; one sister, aunt to scream aloud with me, and I have a brother, grandmother to arbitrary A; I let people around me happier than the original pleasure, I am happy with music forward only to find themselves lost.
What I mean is that, in this place, I am free I am happy I am relaxed I am comfortable. Can be who I am, I was where? People around the face and I do not like them, and compared to food inside me like a bug, to yellow to green; heard that there will still be China may be other people talking all the time, I did not understand completely the same like an idiot ; Beijing where, I do not know, East and West, do not seem right; to study, work, and even family friends, the concept of these tasks, or I do not want to also comprehension. I said, time here has lost its meaning, has ceased to exist parallel to the geographic location, time and location of all things which are related, in addition to time come to work every day of the sun and the moon, all the other disappear. I do not feel 'self', nor do I feel the pressure, the whole people are floating.
Author: mandala
