Pack up your things in Beijing early spring winds, I fled.
Wounded the feelings of a small woman, seems to want to run away well. Chang Ching-fang sang: "California sun, a possible treatment for my grief." Fled to the United States. "Under the Tuscan Sun," Lane Diane Lane fled to Italy, in the sunny back in the well-being. But I can not run away so far away I just want to take a look at the sea. Hope where the sun is available to treat my sadness, hope where the waves could take away my sadness, hope where the sea breeze can heal my wounds.
Holding train tickets, on the big screen for T11 plays - fourth waiting room! Is a coincidence? A full 26 days before, in the same waiting room, I put him with a bound for the Yangtze River at the end of that bustling metropolis by train. Gone through the same ticket gate, stepped into the same site, I can not help looking back. Clearly standing behind the railing 26 days ago, I, with a face of sorrow and dismay, is gazing toward the side. Shuaishuai Tou, Didi De uttered a sigh from the bottom of my heart that time, he is also seeing the same picture?
Leaned against the window, looking out the window while speeding off empty fields and bare trees, can not help but laugh at his stupid move to play. Even if you run away, they can escape from the hearts of the deep memory? There are fields to catch a cattle farmer plowing, much of Several Strains of willow appears to plague the Ruoyouruowu Smoke. Is spring really coming?
The little girl was sitting across the 15-year-old has left the parents alone in Beidaihe on the three years of schooling. To see her interpersonal maturity and sophistication, and he found himself though much larger than her, but it is really naive. Perhaps I should also leave a warm home early and too comfortable quiet life, so now I would not be so fragile a bar.
I found a little girl warm zone not far from the seaside hotel, settle down. Here the streets are not wide, but clean and refreshing. There is no way to pedestrians, only occasionally has opened a car. Road on both sides of the tree, the walls enclosing the courtyard one by one, the scattered forward or high or low, large or small modeling elegant small building. Story buildings are all around the tree or the lawn, and sometimes see a small stone bridge across twists and turns in the shape of the pool, the pool water, only the fallen leaves and spray pipe. Here in the summer must be the trees and verdant, cool and pleasant.
Have not yet seen the sea, had heard the voice of the waves. Bursts of wind over the sea brackish atmosphere. Liaoqiao winds still early spring, cold pressing. The approach of the evening, though the sun, the sun is not strong. The sky is gray, the sea is gray. Is high tide, waves waves were gently pushed Feng ER, diffuse on the beach, but also to go back. On the beach was empty, but filled a re-painted or re-paint a small wooden boat waiting. Is far from the sea on a boat in the waves, the ship seems to be two people, a few gulls circled above their heads. The sea is quiet, the beach is quiet, I deeply inhaled the cold Qinglie with a smell of air. My friends say in a bad mood when the sea do not look bleak, but I think that just to appease the sea at this moment I can not calm my heart, I am suddenly see the light. All the sadness and disappointments in such a wide open in front, all appear to be so insignificant and inconsequential.
Walked slowly along the beach, rough sand stuck my feet. In the sand scattered with large and small shells. Readily picked up one, then the above deeply shallow patterns of waves left do to it? Even if its body has been turned into dust by the wind, but a record of all those who have love-hate of the notch, but destined to keep千千万万年in the world.
Exposed sand of a stone, I do not know by whom smoke with red paint, a big heart-shaped, in the middle write "soulmate" before. Oh, imagine a pair of couples in Shanmenghaishi in here, mouth can not help but emerge out of a faint smile. Happy people are always similar, and wish them promise, can be achieved. Hope that they were feeling, and this stone to mark the same, retaining whole life.
Dimming sky, sun is slowly sinking into a shallow clouds around the golden, the sea there is a sparkling waves. Fierce wind up, who are becoming more cold. Raging waves than just to shoot at the reef, the splashes of white spray. A group of seagulls gathered in a reef in the distance around the circle from top to bottom. Behind them, clouds have become a deep yellow and orange colors. At the junction towards the sea and the sky the sun sets, blink of an eye on the left half of the exposed surface of the sea. Then blink of an eye, it disappeared. Leaving only the red twilight of gold in the distant horizon, it is reluctant to part with it farewell.
Darkness fell, sea, space, beaches, reefs are all blurred into one. Is the time to go back. Street thinly light up, dim the lights, only my own shadow.
Into the hotel courtyard, inadvertently raised his head, dark night, the Stars actually have little flicker. Ah, in the moon standing next to, is a long absence, the Orion bar! I remember a child, both enjoy the cool summer evening and the mother in front of the building, or winter nights and his dad walk in the yard always be able to see the brilliant Star. Elementary school library borrowed from the astronomy book, know the day is divided into 88 constellations. However Zhaoa Zhao, recognize the past, only the Orion. The Northern Hemisphere winter, to see the Orion, so often a small girl, in the winter night, Tens, wait senselessly look up to the starry firmament above. Look at Orion's left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, three stars of the belt, belt do the sword. At that time favorite of his right hand on the sinking, bright stars. Ah, I see now. Right hand raised high, sinking to be bigger than the left, some yellow color, it seems to flicker. How long has it does not see the stars in the sky it? What is the last time to see the Star? Really could no longer remember! Beijing's night sky, there are a variety of lights, will be spent on holidays when the bloom and courteous, but can not see the stars. In the absence of stars in the night life, day to day, have forgotten what it was like a sky full of the stars, or even remember to go take a look at the rise, look for. I looked up, stared, until the neck and shoulder pain, or could not bear to look beyond the removal. I really wish is now lying on the soft grass, soft sand, or the arms of my loved ones.
Have been seen in different seasons in different parts of the sea, but not once seen the sunrise at the beach. Is because the lazy Snooze, but also because there is no such desire. Suddenly want to see the sunrise, standing on the beach, watching the sun rising from the sea to see the multicolored sky Yunxia see glittering waves.
5:30 am, drilled a warm blanket. Outside the window was a dark, only a few scattered light. The hotel has not opened the door to see walls on the sharp iron fence, a grit one's teeth turned from the big iron gate on the past. Hee hee, and gestures fairly quick, it seems your not too old. Even more deserted streets, ear is the whistling of the wind and their own footsteps.
Went to the beach, surrounded by hazy one, and only water suffused with a touch of shimmer. Star has been down the dark, the moon did not know where to hide in the darkness of night is no longer intractable, the distant horizon, faint revealing touch of gray dawn. I have your eyes wide open staring at the East, Nama increasingly bright white, gradually become soft orange, like the nearby clouds has been dipped in water saturated brush painting before, bright red, surrounded by Yin to go through. Darkness slowly dissipated, there has been a small group of white light, surrounded by a circle of irregular bleeding of paints light pink, and then the outside is a bright yellow. Top of a long white clouds has also been illuminated into a dazzling white, but more distant clouds, but in turn showing a yellow, orange, light pink, purple, dark gray color. Last night, the tide seems to recede more than a little. I climbed a rock, facing the East standing, eyes are not wrong about fear blink of an eye, then round out of a large fireball on the sea. Morrowind really cold ah, my legs and feet were already a bit numb. How so slow! That group saw more and more white, more bright, more and more around Yunxia brilliant blue skies slowly. But the sun does? Why can I only see it light, but can not see it look. More and more cold wind, his face a knife feel. A bit impatient to stamped, imagine a warm blanket. A good thing, is it always so late? Waiting for the arrival of the process, whether it is destined to experience pain?
Days last big bright. I slowly walked along the beach from time to time look back at the sun. Gray-blue sky is not particularly clear, the sun's light is not so dazzlingly beautiful. This is, after all, could be a new day, a new round of the sun, is not it?
The afternoon train, noon, finished packing things back pack, once again came to the beach. Ebb of the. Water from the wet line on the beach has three, 40 meters away, the beach seems more and more open. Very fine sand near the water's edge will not be stuck to his feet. The sand, in addition to a variety of scattered shells, there are numerous small holes, small holes around the slightly elevated, and some holes are also constantly emitting bubbles. What kind of little life to live in the following? Small crabs or small clams? I am very curious, but not sent for digging to see whether anything of interest and impulse. On the one hand they do not want to disturb the peace, on the one hand I have not had children. Is this, too, is sad?
Yesterday, submerged in seawater in the large and small rocks are exposed. A large flat stone at the top, but also left a one-Wang Wang of the water. Climb, sights, gray sky and gray water together into one, the sun overhead issued pallid light. Nearby, a few seagulls in the rocks next to the upper and lower whipped from time to time uttered a loud and clear their calls. Strong winds, the wind like the wings of the gulls in the air, like solidification, while the wind, and it seems like a broken kite string, and it would have been blown without a trace. Never seen up close and seagulls, they gracefully glide on the sea stance, and sometimes 22 chasing each other, suddenly the East suddenly West; sometimes a sudden fall in the water, light a few clicks, then re-washed sky; sometimes put away wings, floating in the water, a small flock to the shore the body with the ups and downs of the waves; or simply fall on a rock, a motionless, seemed to be gazing far away wait senselessly.
Unconsciously, has come out very far, far more than the previous two, because they know no longer have to backtracking. Can not help, turning to see the beach, there are crooked, sporadically footprints. When the afternoon high tide, sea water will drown them. And so the tide receded, everything remains the same, just as I have never been to. Then on the beach, will leave a new mark, and then they are, what will be smooth. Time is like the tide, regardless of what kind of unforgettable, one day will also be smooth, right?
2:36, riding on a car to go home. Arrived here from yesterday, exactly 24 hours. Or sitting by the window, I smiled and looked out the window while speeding off interest. Some things are not so easily be forgotten. But I have already Beidaihe sun and waves to stay in the heart, can take the time to come up with to heal.
Approaching a time when Beijing Railway Station, next to the tracks on a train from Shanghai to open to our car slowly in parallel for quite a while, but after the pit stop, but disappear from the Chamber. Stopped at the adjacent site, is the train trip from Harbin.
From the most left side of the channel the station, but I can not help out the station exit to the opposite side of the pillars looked. There are eagerly looking forward to a few pairs of eyes staring at me direction. Exactly 28 days ago, I was standing here, in the cold wind, waiting for a train he was riding was coming. I was standing here, looking at him, carrying her bag, with the flow of people from the same exit. At that time, he definitely saw me, but, whether he read out the eyes of my expectations and aspirations? Deep sigh from the bottom of my heart, I Shuaishuai Tou, off the illusion of mind. Actually, like this journey of life, from the end back to the starting point, lap lap reincarnation. You never know who will get to leave, do not know what a trip will board the vehicle, who will ride with you, who would wait in the end. Everything is fate, I can do, only travel.
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