I have a bad habit. Boredom is the time wanted to own what they are doing this time last year.
This time last year, I was into that border Shangri-la ......
I did not write travels because I'm lazy. But also because a friend had written an accompanying travels.
Yesterday, the company of a colleague on leave went to Lijiang. Prior to departure, gave her two business card Inn in Lijiang. The cold room, cold Cecil Such is Life. Terms & finally would like to, and to this time last year. . . . .
September 5, Chongqing - Kunming, soft sleeper train
From the last train there are about eight years. In fact, very much like to ride the train, because starting up, drive slowly flows out at the scenery, the United States or the United States, as long as have the leisure to enjoy in life are very romantic mood on the thing. Can match, and I am afraid that the memory seems to have only the southern Australian city tram Xiao-Po leisurely crawl.
Several took the big fan忽忽to stir the hot air inside the waiting room. I maintain a consistent look around: From the North Railway Station trains since it is not peak season, were not large. But, as I do is Yiwangerzhi tourists even more remote.
I like watching journey did not know these people, guess their career, to imagine them the purpose of this trip. I'm bored, boredom is not a bad thing, because a lot of great inventions are all due to boredom, such as mahjong and Doudi Zhu. By the way: I am the biggest gain back is not my IELTS clearance, but I learned Doudi Zhu. That comes later. But it is not always so boring, they are big bags, bustling. Or return and missions are most popular.
Finally started to cut ticket. And not many people, but still have to vie with each other to squeeze in that little mouth. May have been accustomed to the way that close to melee, even if there is no need, or no less than the kind of eager to restrain the impulse. Shanghai's buses also have this situation. So I looked at the edge of a bunch of people fighting at the door for nearly 10 minutes, that the ticket gate on the front of the cold, and was blatantly went inside.
Out in front of his father received a phone call to the effect that I have this line into Yunnan is that he has been delegated participation in more than 30 years ago to build the railway, the bridge on his way to go through some cave like me to pay attention to. Suddenly feeling a bit: this road, my father did not know how many back to back and forth, mother transferred back to him, tears I do not know how much flow, but the mother finally the more the more refining of steel, 10 years ago in saying good-bye to my site , she's strong and actually let my tears could not flow out. Dad was finally no longer go down this road, when I began to have memories of the time.
Now this road, I was lying on a soft sleeper and then "walking" one. Some of it is destiny. Riding, and the flow is out the window to see familiar scenery of his childhood: both sides are mountains, jagged, without a flat. A kid often think of the mountains outside, in the end what kind of world? The train has finally entered the cave, the day he finally understood how the black night.
Evening time, entered the Guizhou province. I like to take the train, there is a reason that I like the car lunch. Do not know the reasons for the train jitter to help digestion because I have one on the train on the hungry, remember that usually only eat a bowl of rice for me, and I ate two boxes on the train enough! Often kicking my mother laugh. In fact, she, too, is called a parent must have its women! 哈哈. Guffaw. I did not dining car, tertiary, etc. to sell lunch boxes. Starving Buxing Le, really Buxing Liao. I have heard the grumbling of his stomach. That moment, I heard cries inside and outside no longer contain himself, opened the door, rushed to the ......
Surprised at the master's eye, I took lunch boxes and chopsticks. Spicy Shao powder, twice-cooked pork with steamed rice. I sit down at the window edge, looking at the boxes, sighed, enjoying the scenery outside the window and began to enjoy my long-hoped-boxes. Happiness is really a very simple thing. Even if the middle of a 10-year interval, the kind of pure satisfaction has not changed. I began to suspect that I am actually a very simple person. Simple people tend to be happy.
Sleeper compartments only 4 individuals. Very efficient waiter to bring us a sense of induction into a room. The other three are wealthy businessmen seem, one of the train from the remote control on the phone to his subordinates, a labor contractor is doing in Guizhou boss. They all came to easy-going, he kept smoking, which makes cars foul. But what is most angry is that they do not Doudi Zhu. I heard the train Doude Zhu is a fashion, I have just learned, the hand is itch, but nobody is saying that to play, a little low spirits. However, they say something along the way the local government's corruption case vivid, but also quite interesting.
Car to Guiyang, and everyone is up to the site breathable. In the darkness, Guiyang station, only to see some lights far away. Remember the people who just get off in Guiyang said that where there is delicious bamboo shoots where the pot. Unfortunately, I can not stay in Guiyang.
Car out of Guiyang station, I finally fell asleep. Finally do not see the father of those bridges and holes mentioned. (To be continued)
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