Springs Travel (a)

 Springs Travel (a)
first trip to Jinan, to a recruitment. In fact knew that a large number of components to escape. This kind of feeling of suffocation. Because I always feel this is the last time I stay here I looked at the scene thousands of times, can not tell the feeling of my heart, do not want to leave, I believe my heart think so.
so I need to try to leave. sitting on the train, the feeling is so untrue, Originally, I really came out. listen to the a kind of very small, very simple sense, I am familiar with the Northeast do not want to view, is so angular. color is yellow, very chaotic feel, and I feel it will never be able to cool and bright. me sickly and leaning on the window , looked at one another yellow away from me, looked at the yellow one after the arrival.
bored, reading a book. brings is a mystery. is a rare writer to write the domestic relaxation a degree of fiction. generally talking about the murder of her husband occurred in the Tang case pro-wife, and solve the case of the detective is a woman full of mystery, but there is a huge birthmark on the face of the woman. The thought that finally see the , but they often put the responsibility on the reader, that is our demand so that they have to do so. reflect, perhaps I, a reader, it is so. I like the happy life, simply because in reality it is impossible to exist, it exists in my dreams.
car, always feel that it is not open in the space, but the shuttle in time. I always have a forgotten their own when feeling. perhaps when your body want to forget it.
always dream about my father recently. Mom says she will dream of my father, but dreams are not, and her father speak. In my dream, my father will say a lot, then wake up, I remember, but felt he was in a dream and said a lot, perhaps it is in reality no one can say it. a child, my father told me about the things he came to Jinan. He has been to Daming Lake, Baotu and so on. Today, I have come.
are around people who spoke Mandarin, Shandong, and I can understand. Their tone of some soft, northeast accent than speaking. This is different loess and black bar. coming in Jinan, I saw a river, I am not sure that is not the Yellow River, to be sure is it really the color of yellow, very yellow. may, if it is the Yellow River, that, too take me down, very gentle, as to a woman, because it is about the sea yet? who is also the same, After all have had a foregone conclusion when it will become relieved, not relieved to know, but do nothing relieved. to insist there is no use can?
car soon to end of my first Jinan tour began.
building and I have been to the northern cities are similar, I even thought of it back to northeast. can, listening to their words, before we know the body elsewhere.
are the white taxi in Jinan the color of the yellow against the background, there is the feeling of creamy white. driver team I said, I see not received the most prosperous in Jinan, but the suburbs only. Jinan, in fact quite good. He kept saying , I looked out the window all, nothing, really, I feel that everything here, I do not care. it mean to me, just because it is not the place I live. not I still do not understand myself It is where the feelings.
weather, very mild, though it had been wrapped in the warmth of the loess. I think I may return to the human birth, or birth of our nation, they are not from the warmth loess it? it so the skin is yellow. always so cranky, suddenly found the car had stopped.
to four aunt, her mother's fourth sister, and mother very much alike. eyes facial expressions, tone of voice, the kind of happy to see me have the same mother. She has been holding my hand, but also like my mother. The difference is, the four aunt called me call me , my ideal, my persistence, even those who like fantasy and some will not melt. Therefore, my eyes is full of laughter, full of hope, full of my own peace of mind are confused. Perhaps I there never was any good, I just want to be surrounded, to be protected, just like the original, as we wrapped loess. human beings did not come to this world before, what like? lying loess, is what of it?