Kunshan, a good train station is small,
Tucked away in a corner of south, the playground the size of the square, two of the waiting room also can not tolerate the number of people, obviously, with the development of the city is not coherent.
I along with the crowded waiting room from the west onto the bridge to the second floor, the glass wall is a swirling in the drizzle.
Stands alone at the station platform, the cold wind with rain, and unrestrained bursts of hit me, she felt as if never is such a lonely.
Hard to believe that there are still so bad that in March the weather, in the south of such a city.
Kunshan do not like, so in the morning 11 o'clock out of the bus station, less than an hour turning back Suzhou Railway Station.
Although short, motorcycle, or showing its superiority, you can not honestly sit in car seats in terms of traffic congestion on national highway 312, random walk, take a look at those who still have a long distance travelers who face all sorts expression, have suddenly remembered a very long time before the train ride.
Car window in the rain, an increasingly significant field of fresh and quiet, the occasional 12 weeping willows, bits and pieces of green, I thought of Su Causeway.
Half an hour's drive quickly to the end, went down into the site through the underground channels, is about to come out and found a billboard: "listen to a return to genre, to find a job in Suzhou," is an intermediary company's advertising.
The anxiety she felt faint, had a beautiful Suzhou, is now the same as Guangdong has become a haven for migrant workers. Some people say that every day Zhouzhuang crowd destroyed the town's quiet, has also undermined its unique beauty, and Suzhou, the same is also true. Everywhere is a bustling crowd, all colors and kinds of people, as found in Guilin, Guangzhou, Shanghai and Suzhou were also found, so the original is so beautiful and so pure was the real world of information flow and strong impact on flow of people, constantly being erosion, aggression, until the end they will be forgotten.
The square at the station is within walking distance around, colors Suzhou snacks stalls a straight line features a row of more than 100 meters long. How many people did not patronize those who come down in the hiding of travelers are Huddled under the station corridors, waiting for their numbers with them to leave the city during the rainy season.
Really do not like this rainy season,
Do not like the cold drizzle in Suzhou, China.
Tired of such a Suzhou, since leaving that I have loved Suzhou MM. That was last year's rainy season, in March last year.
From February 14 there will be no rolling off the rain stopped, there is no such a cold, but I thoroughly shower thoroughly, let me nowhere to escape.
The only way to go is another strange city, a sunny city, finally decided to reject the final tender. Came back quietly parted, it was in March last year, the only one sunny day, but also this day last year.
All the way through the people's car road, passed the North Temple, came to view Front Street, or, as the flow of people, countless umbrellas. Lin Zhaoyu alone a pair of shuttle in people come to view the former on the street I will to the Bookstore, in the crowd selected a few books, and then sat quietly before the KFC Xuanmiao Temple, from the second floor window overlooking the street, under umbrellas rush of people and wave the "slow" the couple, has no special feeling as well as two years ago and have forgotten the original intention of Suzhou.
A person come here know a lot of friends, but now even more lonely than before, perhaps as a traveler, destined to be the case.
Suzhou, accompanied by several times to escape, while they remained in the original, the lengthening of time to gradually lose their meaning ... ...
Thought of in that town on the ride of the day, in such a season where, this is golden yellow and open hill and dale rape season,好想in a bright spring day, Zaiqu experience has lost its ideals, Zaiqu recovered its lost innocence, but the depths of the soul is only a voice for themselves in a light blessing.
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What hope,雨季不再来.
Author: wuqingguo
