Remember the flavor of Shenzhen!
The apricot smell of rice bananas, the sweet smell of a row of trees with flowers in front of Longhua Square, the damp smell of the rainy season inside and outside, the briny smell of fast food restaurants, the smell of fabric from cheap clothing stores, the smell of soybean soup from the canteen chef, and the smell of hair from the children playing in the wind in the square across from Lotus Hill ...
Each smell is very natural and very special, so I remember it. ...
Each flavor is very natural and very mindful of the wandering in the heart
Remember the temperature of Shenzhen!
When I first got off the plane, it was so hot and humid that I felt like I had just come out of the bathhouse in my hometown in the northeast, and I was wearing a spring coat. Twenty-something degrees, thirty-something degrees, is the temperature I always look forward to. The kind of warmth that makes me feel constantly surrounded by an inexplicable enthusiasm, making me full of joy but pretending not to know what to do, I'm happy, most of my emotions are still happy, happy as hell.
Remember the green of Shenzhen! That and the northeast of the green is really different, or only one kind of green like, in addition to her there are four or five kinds of green Tender green Emerald green Ink green ...... seems to be more than the childhood 48-color watercolor pencils are much more full of green. And everywhere you go there is green, busy streets, remote streets, all the way to the green, green, green, green, green, so full of hope, green, green, so that the city like an adolescent child. I remember sitting on the bus to the flower market, I have been staring out the window, staring to my own collapse jump, the novelty and surging is irresistible.
I remember the city of Shenzhen! There are a lot of small streets, but also very dirty and messy. Small advertisements to the wall of the paste has long been impermeable, three layers of five layers is not less. Buildings and buildings close to each other can not be close to think of the window is open, it should be only one-third of each family to open, which is exaggerated. But it is not exaggerated two families if there are engaged in the object, must be able to kiss to the mouth, holding hands and so on is a small matter. A mother led five or six-year-old daughter, the mother seems to wear pajama pants, hair simply gathered and tied up. The clothes on the child are also flowery, buried eight, like the village popping children, the two were sunshine frown, simple and spontaneous.
Remember the flowers of Shenzhen! The mountains! The first time I saw a postcard with the name of the company on it! The first time I saw a postcard printed and other people under the lens of the flower room, the first time I climbed so high with a fairy Wutong Mountain, the first time I saw what is called blue, what is called the waves of the sea.
The owner of the flower room has the enthusiasm to see every plant she has to take care of, as if with the feelings of love. Some are so cold that she doesn't care if you fancy her flowers, they are fake anyway.
The cool cyclists were riding hard to the tunes, and when they got tired, they looked down the hill, looking undistracted and slightly lonely. On the top of the mountain, there is a brother holding a guitar, in the clouds and mist singing loudly, the wind often change, singing gusts into the ear, just feel the dream so great. I have been unable to hold, I want to whoosh fly over, but also some reserve and shy, hate to be reckless when always holding a flood of power. Bouncing and stomping on all kinds of rocks to finally arrive at a captivating as well as lifelong concert, where little fans sang along with him and were moved. At intermission, I asked this dreamer to give me time for one song and I sang Leo with a lot of trepidation and courage. When the wind came, the audience ran to look at the scenery under the mountain after blowing away the fog, with full of nervousness and embarrassment and sang a bubble, no signal at the top of the mountain borrowed someone else's cell phone to read the lyrics, the dream catcher to help me play the guitar until the beat does not match, I sang the latter part of the song myself. I went back to my waiting companions with a lot of embarrassment and nervousness. One girl actually expressed her support for me on the way down, and I couldn't tell if she was sympathizing with me or pitying me, all I could think was that I was cool anyway! None of you know me anyway!
The Rose Coast is beautiful! But the sand there is too coarse! It hurts my feet. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea! The sea is so fierce that it scares people to death! The seaweed was pitiful, driven ashore alone. The clams on the boulders looked so dense that they made me a little nauseous. I picked up little shells of all colors and put them in a little plastic bag, and I was so happy! Felt like a real conch girl. My companion wrote the word Harbin on the beach and I took a picture of it, I wonder how many people have done that, maybe we are the first! Immediately after that, we went to the free Dameisha I never thought the free one would be a hundred times a thousand times more delicate than the sand of the twenty-dollar entrance fee! I thought ah, this is the real beach, feet do not hurt at all, comfortable, look at those tall statues, free, elegant stretch. So beautiful! Another look at the neat guardians of the Dameisha. Mmm, yes, it's beautiful! And then look at the little pink houses on the beach, staggered, is that the legendary sea view house?
Remember the people of Shenzhen! The sister in the dormitory is from Guangxi, speaks Cantonese, plays basketball and cooks. I like her to accompany me to the square to see people dudes dancing ghost dance steps, like her treatment of people and things non-black and white, like her singing old grab the beat ......
junction with a pair of old people, grandpa playing the pipa, grandma wrapped in a headscarf, head down, sitting in a wheelchair. Grandpa played quite enjoyable, grandmother seems to be tired of listening. Sidewalk seven or eight-year-old child riding a small bicycle straight to the blisters until the mud trapped a foot into a puddle, only to remember to turn back and shout at their mothers, mothers while holding back laughter while training the son, heard his mother laugh, the son's crying but up. Another day, in order to go to a fun park sat for a long time on the bus, get off the bus and want to sit on the bench to take a break, just a stumble, pouting into the gap between the bench and the stop sign. Auntie next to me was surprised and asked me, "What's wrong, kid? I said nothing is just a little car sick, in fact, I do not dizzy just stupid. Auntie waiting for the car and auntie chatted, because I heard the Northeast accent, she turned out to be a doctor from Shenyang, in this side of the summer to come, quite coincidentally, a foreign country in the countryside, extraordinarily natural as well as cordial.
Such a city, how to call me not miss it? Even if I intend to choose another city to settle down, she called Xiamen.