I think I am too casual, or is self-willed it, the mood has been dismal, so I feel a little stifled.
Phoenix two days ago, the master said to go to so do sina were simple, came to Phoenix.
Phoenix in 2006 has been listening to friends talk about the end, friends said, he would come to the annual Spring Festival, the Phoenix, only a daze.
06 years of years, went to the Changting alone, and Phoenix comparable to the other one is called the most beautiful town.
want to come true some fate, or is it the same feelings at work.
travel with a resignation, the same August, the same town , I think, no regrets, Louis described by two of the most beautiful town, I have been here.
have come to Phoenix for three days, has been unable to properly adjust their attitude, thinking of blurred with.
to master before and said some things to think carefully before returning to Shanghai, however, I am still in the melancholy, the thinking.
I think, I am not a competent good the poor, but with me it is things like homemade.
flight cancellation, sleeper canceled and, after the 22 hours of hard seat, I think, maybe I was that the mentioned herein Journey: hard seat, pass shops, potluck, I was all alone to maximize the travel.
last night also, and the master said, I was poor, the poor are poor traveling, I can be 500 Phoenix 5 days per sina, can also play a very poor HIGH, the master is almost shouted: accustomed to Journey, do not care about the luxury trip, about the landscape, landscape in the mood, man, that mountain, that water.
for people like me, probably no man can endure it such as the master words, I too harsh on yourself.
for Phoenix, I think I was disappointed. The day before yesterday a man sitting in Tuojiang side, and bit his sixtieth section of elderly people dialogue.
Phoenix is now this is what Mo Yang. Why bar, tavern, full of the town, this is no longer the simple. Phoenix now, but unfortunately the scenery here, and pity the children who come here. anything, Every little helps. No one wants to be impoverished life, in the words of a tracker.
three consecutive days has not been able to enter a photographic state, so some frustration, for three days, the master of the nagging , made me feel not so alone. For the master, I think I always grateful, but, master monk too, so I sometimes really want to sew his mouth.
s hard to imagine a big man , how to shit talk, how can not stop mouth. I think my tolerance seems to mind is possible.
master words: let me shut up, unless I'm buried.
OMG, there is breath monk tone when the master disciple to spare it, my disciples, do not you eat as you please.
two consecutive nights, and the master sat CAFE SOUL, like the environment here, and around the bar compared to impulsive noise We prefer some place quiet bar, a book, a cup of milk and coffee, some small language, a string of laughter, the night of the Phoenix, I just nostalgia in prime. coffee. I think, maybe I'm old, young, the local people, not for me.
chatted about Aventure, just because a poster, Everything would be indifferent, is very cold.
alcohol will cause trouble.
master frankly, with me, he gets it up. if one day, he brought a woman appeared in front of me or red, that He wanted to marry women who must be.
I think I understand the master's words. and I really hope you can soon find the master part of his share of happiness.
Some people, for friends, some people, for love people.
afternoon, the master went to the Zhangjiajie, but my knee had ended in that desert line, and therefore no chance at a quality of such exquisite scenery.
sigh after, with a camera to begin loner in my photography world, such as the red words: I'm for a person's world of photography.
gratifying afternoon for two hours of shooting, and some harvest, for the exquisite pieces, unique customs and culture, exquisite the Western style, I have their own preferences paranoid.
a person, the shuttle in some rare quiet lanes, it is their own entertainment.
I think I resumed my fish eye world that can blankly for a lot of red pepper on a long shot; can stay in a silly old seventies and eighties, after reading a series of small barber barber shop, tick must process; can look at the wind of the batik cloth store cards on the grounds of the film, completely ignored in the dirt; can and a chat with the old lady dressed in Hmong clothes to sunset; can Shenxiang sunset in the daydream talking about the arrangement of the patchwork shop that card; can brake Soong Ching Ling has turned the mood of the pen to write the This style is very impressed on my heart a soft place.
going to say to the Phoenix Hongqiao, swim in Hongqiao, living in Hongqiao. the alien to people like me, I am far away from Hongqiao very far.
Thus, Yan Yu, far far roll.
I've been thinking, if the top edge of the Tuojiang tents to sleep through the tent roof and saw twinkling stars in the sky, ears Even summer insects in the side of a Ming, accompanied by the sound of water Tuo, to do what kind of dreams do.
both quiet and noisy, the Phoenix has always been to accommodate me, regardless of haze or joy, she has been tolerant. < br> In the evening, a man sitting Tuojiang side, watching the river and the pedestrian, suddenly thought of back to Phoenix, over rocks, jumping, there my man hold my hand.
next year's winter dream in Phoenix.
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