Known as the "Garden on the Sea," said Xiamen, resulting from the beautiful coastline on that lap.
Xiamen city streets is not pretty, but when the car around on a viaduct, my heart began to float the.
That glowing sunset ah fitted in a light blue under the sun a Mama gently Luoxia years, the swaying in the sea, this is Mona's "impression" Mody. No visual field is not high-rise flat line is so broad, in addition to setting sun, Luo Xia is water. Sun is so romantic and laissez-faire, the days are also dyed dyed the sea.
I am drunk, and in the sea and sky merged, the heart of the dreams, Wei Yuan also true.
I put the camera out the window to keep this beautiful moment, not only a simple scene, as well as the feelings of that time.
Car chase, with the sunset race lap two laps.
"Seize it? After several moments and then disappeared."
I laughed but also cry. Why, why come to Xiamen, then? Not only to the beauty of the coastline, right? What a far-fetched reason! No waiting for the results, leaving only a string of beautiful memories. In the romantic fairy tale, the ending is so beautiful, but that did not exist ah.
Slowly, cars floating around the island on the road. My vision began to blur, and yellow, and gray, and that is autumn in Xiamen sea. No choppy roar, there is no shock of the blue one heart and lung, where only the sea and the private beach gently kiss, secretly rustling sound, could not hear are legible.
"This is the sea side is Taiwan," he gently told me.
I ran to the water, I have to feel the warmth and sand waves, although the cold was cold, but the strong light flashes the camera, I have not feel frost.
I did not call, no jumping, water matters of the heart to tell his smile as long as branded in my brain, I can only calm acceptance of the passage of time.
"One country, reunification of China", which is Everywhere you could wait, and I looked straight at it shot down, which is an unalterable fact, as our friendship as immutable.
"The Moon came out," he said, as the reminders go.
It was new moon, thin curved hanging at the beginning of the dark sky, no stars and no clouds, empty high.
Car go back to retrace their steps, would have no end, but a dream, after all, to go back to reality, there is no way, as I hope, as has always been an extension of a further extension of the time to break up.
This is my heart of Xiamen.
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