Cried and cried at last taken a house, I took a deserter, victories and uninhibited in the eyes of this sacred journey began.
Car out at the scenery, together with his father and mother faces solemn exhortations boundless backward move forward together. L is to find their own corner of the block will never think he would also like to not finish in mind. It was a closed door, no opening, no inquiry.
Strange kind of people change them. A work in Xinjiang, more than forty years old engineer, always kind eyes and friendly smile watching us. He said that you are going to honeymoon, and I hastened to smile and shake his head like a shy 13-year-old little girl. He also laughed, and wood-like wrinkles that accentuates the charm of years, saying that what, today's young people want to open a. It seems that he wanted more than I open. L-Mi Dao silent when the topic seems, from the big backpack pulls out an atlas, and chatted about the old engineer in Xinjiang. Sitting opposite is a warm family of three, I love Crayon Shin-chan because it also has good while, and their chubby little boy become a confidant.
Out at the scenery in constant transformation of the distant sunset, however, has a constant change of ancient beauty. No matter where I go, from its own balcony, in the Tao huge success of the marshland edges, or at this moment, every time I saw, artistic intuition enough for me to identify each color is carefully: That Orange red, purplish red to purplish blue cloud is, as well as shallow green and light yellow, gently bunched up into one, all I was full of surprises and awe.
For my dancing, L calm down to "city syndrome." He said that you are at home, off for too long, can be so inexplicable excitement. I Zhengzheng to look at him, would like to say something to refute, but goes on clear written on the face of gloomy refused, I did not need to work hard to narrow the distance between us. Our relationship is simple and utilitarian, travel partner. I was so unfeeling division, until now, I still believe I and L as an extension of two continuous parallel lines do not intersect.
If the meet was to separate, then I, and L be the first left the carriage of the. And we said goodbye, perhaps never meet again, I am afraid that such a scene, so the back of luggage, they hurried out of the platform.
Author: wildbird
