Lu Wei Liang feeling a little night a bit perplexed fans frustrated desolate and lonely, the exchange of the dark horizon and stars Huming they suddenly get to a illuminate those dreams and ideals of the heart atrium adhere to forget the strength and the time direction is alternately torment fog light bloom want to have you all have become not the same as
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That is MUJI's an old songs.
I do not know how letting it dongpu want together. I have never been to Chang, commercial sex workers I was never approached, Pudong, I often go to ah, so dongpu also teach you a lap down. The place is away from the railway station of Shaoxing city, also played less than 20 away, into the Natiao street is exciting for sunset, river erosion in the economic tide in order to see the dirty do not have to say, as well as along the river others, the house is not old is not new, that is kind of a break, presumably破罐子破摔, break room, break to live like a peasant farmers do not like the people on such a big thing people do not reassuring lived quietly Ran is also not out interest between groups of people, old grocery store sub-Yanzhao He lay on the sunset bosom, the river are dead set cement wreck lying there, anyway, like he has no one Dali. Some residents in the river and vegetables, and some in the wash with a spittoon, as well as raw with briquettes stoves, the slow get slower face, nose smoke. Old street is very short, less than 10 minutes old strolls at the end of them, to eat the four stinky tofu, shot two stuttering, 4 seems to have had no interest, is still a small tea Court the first time I saw him, as did Jianzhao alleys and small roads in the scare, Aunt cattle either just landed so powerless The Happy has just made, it would not be so law-abiding after something behind me, while shouting "Tuisuan", while that with his frame and mood of this old street is almost fearless sacrifice of breaking the camera film. The sound of the clicks I seem to see ignorance or fear, Afghan civilians died in the United States under the old missile. Daoshi lazy, worthy of as lazy, law-abiding to slowly stroll this, like me, the yearning for a common aspiration of the --- drink wine, Shaoxing, Shaoxing, so take a look at King. That was the day before he was to only as the realization of Shaoxing, but did not achieve the long-cherished wish.
Gone through a unique bridge, from the hayang to heyin, simply because the whole street in the river opposite the saw only a small restaurant, but the terrain is too dark, restaurants, there are Grandpa Aunt, daughter and granddaughter, we ask store moved the table outside the shop in Riverside, the point of the extra dishes, heating the cans and old rice wine, but also carried out for a few stinky tofu, to Teresa Teng, also out of add to the fun, so he also sniff Shaoxing wine and stinky tofu , with a total of smell fragrant. Official sunset time will do when the shops have been closing across the river, the distance the roof fell on residual Hui, wine is fragrant, Qu is thick, a small town in the story of thousands of people can not help melancholy. Satyric has been pan-face, two candlesticks instead of sunset afterglow, and gradually, so that I like here at this time, unlike when it was boring just arrived, Candle with rice wine has people floating in the air, along with humming songs, Big Jiaoji Sheng "dry", and accompanied by the laughter coming down the natural steaming the rice wine belly, this is what I want Shaoxing wine. Ballad is not enjoyable, as well as a small tea dancers add to the fun, the two appears to be practiced, by show of hands carrying evident skill ah! Just dance is too small, Zuixun Xun, she dropped to near the river are not afraid of, at most, to push down to save her aunt, I'm afraid that she came to our table and lifting, we drink does not become this not cool? Fortunately, the final dance song to do, still come to drink. Owner's daughter, called "Ah-chin," Although there are 34, but to be honest, how to look also 30, claiming to be hunters, holding her daughter with cigarettes Diao, spoke of her Love Story, the daughter called it that, there are six years old. Achchen see Aunt also handsome and lovely Aunt clamoring to find the son, poor aunt, this time, though elated, they dare not reveal to us do not know if he will creep back Lao Zhangren home after a few back? Glasses looked forward to lazy evil Aunt, I do not know jealousy or laugh at it, anyway, on the Candle in the presence of close friend, and made no contraindications .......
Not aware had been into the waning night, occasionally passing of late Wu Pengchuan quietly, hands scull crew mix with the moonlight in the river's Raining Cats and reminds me of lazy people Nazuo unresponsive to the toilet. Look around friend, just want to say: you is the trip where the real landscape, without you, one alone while drunk in the Tamsui River, who is there to tell the night feelings.
So I say, this memory, not because of Lu-yu Xiu Shui Bang, simply because there beside you.
Posted by The vegetable garden at the January 8, 2002 19:18:29 Walker in the fun park villa〗 〖published.
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