Time lie (Tibet line Foreword)
□ Non-smoking
I leave in the spring, when, in the summer to an end when the came back.
The content of urban life has not changed every day involuntarily, in a few months for this accumulation of walking down the busy chores. I would also like to drive along the couple Boulevard at the seaside, through the leafy silk-cotton tree has to go through the exit formalities; have no choice but to leave friends and a lot of people for several days, as in an elegant environment, in the exquisite food in front, listening to friends who continued on the city between the old and new topics. I have the time, as in Tibet, continue giving her two braids, but no longer hear Tibetan girl like the simplicity of praise, "Your braids are black very thick." In the street, someone on my eyebrows and depending on when the queue, in this avant-garde fashion, marked by "HKSAR", I have become accustomed to re-frame a colored glasses, put on a good texture in working dress, full an alternative look.
Just do not know I lived many years in this city, in this end of the summer Why did you suddenly become so hot, strong light, often misty skies revealing force of momentum, I have some breath. On several occasions, I would even mind has become empty on the road, and had to stop, the car parked at the side of thought, this is how I have it?
Is this not my city Mody? I walked the streets of far more than thousands of miles, been to a place where even greater than the two countries, why is this time a total stranger, as some of the worries and thick woven in mind?
Occasionally, the friends, chat, when a number of Light and Shadow precession Duanzhuochabei right hand ring, the person who unprovoked some trance.
Yes, this trip backpackers to leave the city life, from Gan Nan Chuanxi the Qiannan Qiandongnan, to Yunnan, Tibet, from Ali out of Xinjiang, after nearly three months before I come back Zheme Xie days to come, I have inhibited Here today, gone on the swaying grasslands in Gannan ----- miss the flowers, Kawanishi dazzling sunsets Choi Ha, Qiannan Qiandongnan "mountain fold mountains, water, the wrong water" which they must look two tire. The Tibet used to be in the soul where dreams came flooding back a stone and a wooden simmers with the situation, and this way it is waiting for me, in the case of me, its landscapes and I eventually finding each other in the comments. Home study a book of Tang poetry, now tucked inside my Elizhada County picked up the poplar leaves under the moonlight, I think of Yu Kuang-chung's poem:
Some of it off a broad package of the lotus leaf to go back to go back a moon caught in the Tang Dynasty where ± a ± a, like the pressure off Acacia Ali is not a southern, there is the green is not easy, lotus leaf is not in hand, poplar leaves will. Today, they are in front of a really Acacia.
Tibet, I went to was across the space, is to take the Yunnan-Tibet line to go to a summer date, every step forward, are like wandering over millions of years of chaotic, it is a no reason to find and identify. It to, is the over time, slowly, from billions of years before the sea, with colorful soft corals and trilobites trace will be billions of years before the rhythm of waves painted patterns in the soil Sergeant Lam Using a mark will be Some of those who remain in a solid color of the sea-blue sky as a proof. In the higher altitude, but I was hopelessly fall, dropped back was in the beginning, turning her return it, in its most primitive Yanmou saw my shadow.
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