I am in Shanghai, when I never met a friend in Hong Kong not far behind to see her, I do not know when they find that they have her unattended in the know where. Perhaps my life has had a very harmonious and her entanglement, just like a necklace left by her grandmother had and my skin had a very intimate Simo, so that at a dinner on the eve of, suddenly in the mirror , it was found only moon in the stroke, I will no longer sensitive to pale neck.
"Shanghai is where the fun?" Prior to departure, so he asked me, I also question this way all my friends, but found that they look at my eyes, at a loss as I look at those numerous old photos, old trivial anecdotes, as well as For the countless millions of people the impression of Shanghai. So, I would like to tell them that we regarded Shanghai to the lost, and together we took some of unknown things inside the chest, no matter what, all we have to get back to.
The way to the airport, has been under the Ruoyouruowu the rain, the bus to take me along the curve of the extension of the city until she was wet Yi Jiao. For me, it was an unfamiliar area, to such a strange place to pick up a stranger, should be a strange feeling it, but what can be said to be familiar with it, my city? My home? Even my own? I can not say. In this piece of strange uneasiness, I found out that baby-like sweet dreams to start a long absence, I smile, then fall asleep.
Woke up in the water, the waters must have pre-Pudong Airport is in line with its gull-like shape, but to those who rush to those who hastily, as the hub of a city, it is more focus on its function rather than the ingenuity bar. In contrast, pick up office becomes messy, and restlessness of space has already been too many eyes looking for and look forward to cutting too fragmented, no wonder I am so wrong exit, but fortunately all-powerful modern communication has made us prison prison to the Department in this Chang Dai-chien of the net, do not have to struggle, as long as the rope in your hands looked, yes, that is, he was.
Say good night for him Jie Feng, and originally wanted to be "new Getz," unfortunately there is no vision, I was told that a seat has been set as early as the day finished, and only an apology from the cold sound of the microphone apart, Wang Dan, I was sniffing out a hint of holiday warmth, after all, the approach of Christmas has. Once upon a time, this lofty Red Dust filter done almost every trace of religious Christmas darkness, leaving only the colorful five-color spread in many corners of this world. My friend will most like white, because he said to me, hope that Shanghai had a "white Christmas", I had thought: it is probably a wish for.
So during the "Xin Yuan", in the end of the year's rainy night, "Xin Yuan" such a warm name should be tempting. Dongping just transferred from the Hengshan Road, and from the music school affiliated with the old house where the escaping scattered notes, rain also seems to have been accompanied by a body like Muse gentle Chu Chen. "Xin Yuan" is an old building, one with a knock the wind will "sack, sack," the sound of the wood of old buildings. Way back when, it knocked the wind which can easily enter it on the floor, the woman's lonely hearts in it, but now we have even blown the fog that lingers on our table Yinyun only from time to time in exchange for my eyebrows. "Fossil fish" and "Fragrant Glutinous Rice brown bag egg yolk crabs" are worth a try, especially the latter, and friends to enjoy tasty glutinous rice, cold hand, the crab, which, like most of my life, the smell permeated the city after the , but forgot her own. The most interesting is that this restaurant's manager said I was from Southeast Asia, and he was a northerner. To correct this can be switched to a thought, trace the moon Who can really sort out its own source of origin, so laugh and give up the idea, but where rural customs are unhappy with the wine of light floating on my cheeks slightly flushed.
Have always thought that a city should know of her history began, so the next day at noon, what classes I'll take him to the historical development of the Shanghai Urban Exhibition Hall. Read several history books, having read a few pieces of cultural relics we think of history has always been bothered to move forward in the river where sentimental, so get used to it by blood and fire to describe its hoary face. Forget history, in fact, that is, all of our ancestors were living. No Wusong mouth of the guns, no knives will cry, history here is just cargo line of salty sea atmosphere exudes the tiger stove transpiration gradually replaced dawn, coffee shop Xiafei Hsu and Rabindranath Tagore Tan Xing is thick, as well as pre-Shikumen milk cartons can be silent. They are not one people want to hear the eloquent, but is at best an inadvertently heard crooning Bale. This is my city, either yesterday or today, she and I have always smaller than the distance between the near point and my vision seemed to blur bear it.
Out of the museum is, naturally, Duodao Riverside Avenue, where the country is to look at 10000 Expo the best of the office buildings, unlike in the other side of the Bund, a kind of hand, "only in this mountain geo-body" in confusion. Across this period of the cold surface of the river, and then eagerly looking to reach the other side is only a glimpse bar tender. It is the evening, seeing the Bund complex in the light, in order, under the gradual awakening kiss. Only in this subtle distance, Weimang light and shadow, you can not see it until the granite wall of bullet holes, that rust on the cast-iron railings, there is that crack in the window glass flowers; the only way You can wait until old age and beauty of this corner of the eye can not see those crow's feet while she was reading to do for the vicissitudes of the atmosphere million species by the dumping. Friends did not make too many presentation, in fact, by virtue of my age and experience, be able to say it but some of the printing characters only, not to mention where this river in a spray lightly wet your clothes through, twisted when dry, dripping can be heard countless stories, whether it makes you echocardiography, or chilling. Just how long it did not come here, perhaps for a long time, or how to see the ships of the ship opened, which I will be surprised by its huge to worry about the river will overflow, but added comfort of my friends in the side of over-worried.
Gradually at night, is not Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve, this is a Ah tone will be cemented up the wording of ice crystals, which is a street beggar should sing hymns moment. After all, the people of Shanghai, however, no match for a Petty Bourgeoisie and towns at the heart of hearts entangled in contradictions, thus pre-through Starbucks windows is also a moment pondering the street, and the indifference of the faces of those fine; after the moment they have been sitting in a human language of broth with boiled pot next to the. An old classmate's party, it is stipulated that can not be single to participate in, my friend from afar I just solution of urgent needs. Even without a fixed seat on Christmas Eve is also a small hot pot restaurants, 14 people live in a table, eat what has been unimportant, giggling Chen Ma is the best tapas. Occasionally look back, but saw his friends in the sense of purpose shabu beef, those strange dialect, the strange people, strange memories, and his life was only a single point of intersection I, however, so the moment I can not even distinguish between people who are familiar with the immediate, or unfamiliar with them and this city has become clear and trance. Cup Gong staggered in, my eyes blurred by some is about the relationship between the hot pot, but the day I like to wear contact lenses.
Home of the taxi driver while praising my good fortune can be summoned cars, while lamenting today's more and more like a foreigner in Shanghai people. I think also not the case, each festival has long been the true origin and meaning of gradually fade away, fade in different clothes they all have the same body, and that is opportunity and an excuse. The former is for the business, which is for the consumer, if the people of Shanghai What is the difference, that is, they see more and thorough as possible to grasp more firmly some Bale.
The next day is still an ordinary day, at least when I get up is. Until the drop-out before work even played a sporadic rain, no, sleet, not no, snow! This winter, Shanghai's sky cried like good people's faces, if the start is also some "pear rain" means, later also left "for days to make land" underwhelmed, if simply to "Tears of Blood" in realm of hand, can be written into the legend of the. The snow in Shanghai, I am afraid of blood for tears in their eyes as a general surprise. This is definitely not a rare mortals such as I could endure, and identified the first snow of this is to give me "to have friends from afar," the face, quickly called to thank him for his surprise, shutdown, presumably still sleepwalking bar. So disappointed, Jing Xiang, what accounts for cheaper like, full of guilt into the snow. Though this is the snow, could be the next to Shanghai, they can only with the compound of the summer sun like a thin slender. From the cloud to the mud, and rain the same thing destiny tomorrow morning who will remember that a water Wang spent a past life. Snow is very small, I do not like those in a hurry and snow close contact with passers-by, still playing the umbrella. I have said I like winter, not only because I was born in this season, but also because this is too noisy and crowded world, it is a dispassionate distance from exposure to its field, it enables me to pondering the snow, and this piece of heaven and earth .
Wait until noon, when they meet, has long been a light snow early Qing. Yu Wen is cold in my journey circled repeatedly chewing Chunchi Jian, until the horizon has disappeared. Xintiandi, our footprint is no exception to entered here. "It's not like Shanghai", which is a friend of the evaluation, I thought it was at least not a praise phrase. Although yesterday we have been to the historical museum, but I always feel like a bigger gallery here. Balcony as soon as those who have been selling under the basket while the Fuk those who've worked with dormer windows for a flock of pigeons and the whistle sounded, there are those who've worked in dark wooden doors for a graceful figure and touched by the story, are has been time, or some thing more cruel than the time by erosion. Leaving only the skeleton Shikumen moving her hoarse and low-spirited gorgeous fur, is filled into a variety of stylish elements, made of lifelike specimens to satisfy those who travel.
Eat the treat, but also take into account avoid unnecessary, happened to see the "new Getz" There are vacancies, simply go in a newspaper the day before yesterday's regret. "Huadiao yellow fried mandarin fish," is certainly commendable, but a can of Pork known as a "grandmother" in the name of the drawing any signature dishes, is somewhat ironic. It's no wonder, in such a nostalgic era and place, past is the capital, time is fashion. I have mentioned in Travels in another one-off "nostalgia" But today, in the countless petty bourgeoisie has been scrubbing the saliva was crystal clear, non-dyed, Qian Chen, "Nostalgia" in front, I have to say nothing of.
Huai had finished the old, it should be followed by nostalgia, but since our patience can not withstand the Bo "National Treasure Exhibition" hot, only to the opposite of "Dali Interactive Exhibition" go cool the. Daly, this is a dream from afar, his hometown is a sunshine mixed with the wild country, where too far away from us, and then strong imagination can not breath in the two hours to go. So, what is even more interesting, I am afraid that is Urban Lane, Wei as impressive miniature model of. District an exhibition hall, almost within the Inner Ring Road in Shanghai include all the buildings and roads. Friends with great interest to me to point out the location of my house, thought this was an easy matter, but, wander over and over again, actually lost in the blocks of familiar buildings, the trance, they like is the "Dali" exhibition in those ubiquitous drawer, hidden eyes of the city's most ambiguous and the most subtle whisper, we often happy to get a glimpse of those around us, Enlight's secret, but recognize that they have forgotten the first.
Because of friends stayed at the Jinjiang Hotel, so come and go sit up or subway, a few back down to see every time I buy a ticket, a friend asked me whether there are GM Shanghai traffic ticket, "there ah, bus card, public car, subway, taxis can be used. "" Then why do you use? "Yes ah, why do I not, though takes a bus to work every day, but it has never been accustomed to with the card or even pre-sale tickets, so windowsill tend to have the coins she saved flickering. According to friends that Hong Kong still has a tram, that is, along the way Zhuizhuo bunch, "Din Din Din Din" kind, the Hong Kong people governing a tram ride called "Din Din", "Din Din" cordially may like calling upon the neighbor's little boy. Unfortunately, the bus in Shanghai early in Eileen Chang's novels and that "a convergence of a, like the row of the team's kids, noisy, shouting, happy playing the dumb voice of the bell," the appearance, growth for the same carriage of those erected coat collar, and indifference do not squint eyes, as well as untreated wood, tight lips mature experienced in general. The reason why such a dedication to a daily feeding coins to the coin box, it should be like in the "Ding Dong" moments reviewing his naughty smile mouth bar.
Speaking of Jin Jiang Hotel, friends living in the North Building was formerly Chinachem apartment, but I do not know that the top of the corridors are decorated with graceful lines, is there still vaguely could hear the trampling Eileen Chang, or Dong Zhujun sound natural enough. It was a time were showing off, now be remembered, I hope in the future will not be forgotten era. Not so strong greenhouse effect, the wind certainly too big a word, devoted a certain amount less showtime, snow will have become more, not so much neon stream Korea, Moonlight definitely a bit brighter. Tonight, however, as did the night at Cathay after the scattered field, slowly Duoguo baroque style French Business Association (now the Garden Hotel podium), Duo Guo mountains apartment (now the Jin Jiang Hotel in the floor, Sai Lau), Chinachem go back to Gothic-style apartment's footsteps, but still the same light, the fear of awakening a sleeping night the seventies.
On the third day should be about to go to a friend off. At the hotel gate when the car, watching the sun was very good at trimming the lawn chasing leaves that moment, I even began to doubt the morning weather forecast, suspicion this is the coldest winter day in Shanghai. Can escape the sun and the cold phase in these moments where such a contact, which inevitably makes me mind a move, a friend to go, and the sad parting, had to not impede the hint of relaxed existence. Yes ah, I have to go back to my familiar life has gone, maybe that is my Shanghai. For me, not so much in Shanghai Lujiazui sinking sun shining red pearl, as it is Kay rocket commander chestnut cherry on the cake; and Shanghai, the moon, Where is the plot of the Bund at night Yinhai, clearly only when the magazine exposed Beichi beautiful smile. An affirmative right from the reality of Shanghai has the most lovestruck obsession, to ordinary life have the most direct in the eye. So when I can not wait to go out and track those in the shadow of Crossroads unpredictable until dragged his exhausted body empty-handed, perhaps it found me hard to trace the positive obediently sat on the sofa upper me. Just this point, if you do not take this trip is in any case can not understand.
I have been back in Shanghai, and a friend had to leave. In his previous car before I said to him "Good-bye," as if tomorrow will still be good-bye in general so naturally blurted out: "Good-bye."
Author: Jane_z
