Xiamen, which is between Huanzuo Lujiang the first place. I lived there, as if back in time.

To see more old memories.

Crossed the sea, in the other side of

I always thought that, where time flies slower than anywhere else to be.

Bought the tickets, ferry to that island. I do not have the standard one-day tour route, but carrying a camera, casual trip. One morning in an unknown alley stroll to see the old houses and new one written for the small building between the fault and see the islanders Bei Zheshou stand on the street chatter, everyday matters, people look at an unusual brilliant blooming potted balcony. Fall in here, the time seems particularly long stay in Shanghai are down the Indus, where the road is still eyeful of green.

All the way to go, all the way cranky, such a laid-back, there is no purpose, really extravagant.

Was most impressed by the original Japanese Consulate little Red House. Small building situated in a quiet courtyard refined, verdant trees, the sun shed on the ground through the green leaves mottled shadow, the wall is a big unknown Punta purple flowers, is already open to the zenith, one way is out petals fall. Into the small building, wood floors echo with the footsteps of issuing empty. Monday, residents probably went to work, the whole building was very quiet. Rains do not know where the aroma of ribs soup, close your eyes you can almost see the soup on the stove heat billowing overflow.

The entire island is very quiet, the way can be heard a bird call. Passing through the school, it was after class gap, there are children at play, laughing noises flew over the wall, hastily passed the corner of juvenile whistling, Hey, summer is actually the last one rose. Time seems to stagnate somewhere, everything is quiet long, but I seem to fall into a mistake which the mortals, but a loss of joy watching and listening ... ...

Sunset, watching the Gulf

Jian Pi sunset's afterglow, unfettered walk.

As night slowly landed into the Xiamen Bay, as has been the general on the curse. Back once the Memory: desolate corner of the beach, when the dead of night. Aegean island is like an ancient fairy gold, stranded on the beach, not far from the mysterious flashing light.

It was a sea of paths, dim lights, cool stone steps suffused with soft, Youhei fence embedded a European-style lace, separated by low-voltage small shrubs, leaves gently in the sea breeze in the jitter, shadow falls stone steps on the whirling dance, like the night under the black wizard. Steps lay out the sparse scattered leaves, it is the gift of tall eucalyptus, Ye Feng circulated in the green of the smell, as well as a touch of evening primrose, water soak into the wet Luk.

The bridge is like a white sea eel snake, wind around in the sea, the two rows of small silver neon lights embedded in waist body, under the night sky appeared bedecked in jewelry, but conceal the La Ji Cecil. A only whispered, that he likes at the moment a car through the car can be driven on the flow of light and shadow on the bridge, and then pulled out a way behind the broken red, the last gradually disappear in the distance ... ... our car when the bridge will be issued by strange luster, as eyes were polished in general.

I suspect this is a dream nonsense, the surrounding scenery is very hazy, and his face is also very hazy so beautiful --- I thought the mood, and only in a dream or a fairy tale in order to occur: where the Aegean island of childhood fairy tales do? Wake up, and everything was gone, and only the walls of an old wall clock that is still "tick" in the rock.
The day, go to Xiamen

Pearl Bay. Morning Roufeng blown away my weariness, and we simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the beach, so water gently licked his feet, comfortable feeling.

Went to Pearl Bay, the sun was out, according to the sea, the waves Linlin, like the golden sandy beaches. Think of Bond in a Swedish album "Sunlight Coast."

There are some small shells on the beach, there is a small fish, was the tide washed up the shore, his mouth a 1 kg, as in to us for help.

I threw the fish back to sea to see if it is a swaying disappeared in the water, and my heart sighed with relief.

Go to Xiamen University. Xiamen University in that most beautiful lake, standing on the shore, watching the breeze blowing over the lake, a light sparkling off the waves opened, the silhouette will be crumbled into a film. Green Lake Waterfront who stretch the lake weeping willow in the wind with leaves and branches. Lake on the left is a path, lined with Han unknown species of trees, a tree is a tree hung with Saika pale pink flowers with green pods hanging like son, who passed under it can be off a Taishou. Huang Rong, if the legislature wanted to come to its next, when the tempting dance sets palm full of fallen flowers, right?

Noon, inside the campus echoes came from the three hundred Nanputuo sound. Day Wen Drum and bell, accompanied by a clear water lake, or read a book or love. Oh, such a beautiful place, I really should be, and loved ones to join them.