Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Daydream Note Nanchang

 Dark outside the window, parting with a little ear-piercing siren of gas, I have to stay up late tonight, sat back in Wenzhou, the future of the fact that I am physically and mentally fatigued to sleep in the thinking on the course. the train playing soft old songs, still noisy, still confused .-

who called the city of Nanchang, as if also a touch of melancholy, and the TV drama, but as he himself across the few hundred years of history, stumble line, lopsided. value of the construction of hot hair, but felt that he remains the same, nice, such a brother; Rati become better able to spicy food, is estimated to impact the eating habits of Jiangxi. twice to see Nanchang train station, with a total feel good style. Later, I heard a lot of things to do in Nanchang's quite an exaggeration, there are quite a few called the world's first. and his own dilapidated buildings can be seen from experience that the number of dust of history ever .-

Qingming holiday feel fleeting, starting tomorrow with mixed feelings of college life. I remember yesterday, it was tired of the day. We walk a dozen miles along the river to take that once the world's largest Ferris wheel. We walk the beach in the Gan River, gazing at the other side of the fog, in the absence of the stars of the night, as the bridge connecting both sides of the amazing lights. I think of now is still blowing in the breeze Hap Mun Bay, where has a wider beach, just not so lonely cry. I like to have water, and it achievements unparalleled in the majestic and subtle and delicate. I feel, I gave up once bound long chains, forget the people who hated the long, light has a heavy haze of depression. I think it was really put that in the beautiful night view. tens of kilometers on foot, looking for the unexpected better. so simple chase, it is not a long time appears in silhouette, in the confrontation with the life times and defeat the .-

one hundred and sixty meters in the air, hugged the panoramic view of the number of bits of the story Hongseong. cross the lines of lights, through the deposition of river fog, flickering, as if all the ground to replace the empty night, the Galaxy, whispering to his continued years of prosperity. a city, so, with the Aura .-

This morning we finally House saw the first three famous South --- Poetic. hundreds of years ago the emperor at this banquet to congratulate the victory of World War II in Poyang Lake, Yan Song's Faithfulness summer of fighting words, child prodigy Wang Bo's wonderful poem. Court today in what the child emperor , outside the threshold of the Yangtze air gravity .-

C & D times of the pavilion has never collapsed, still standing in the Gan River, watching ebb and flow, ups and downs of this world. stunning indifferent, are not capable of human life is .-

Nanchang trip that really made my escape from everything right now, and turn to face the back. Yes ah, always have to face, as in Ferris wheel height to be overcome fear, because, with a total face .-

and this is an unforgettable journey, to see friends, feel the pain train, as well as the city told me lightly life skills.

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