return to the past, but still moving on

I've been meeting up with friends in the past couple of days, doing things that we used to do, hanging out at places we used to hang out. I really like that kind of feeling. It's as if time has stopped. It's always going to be this summer. Under the sun, we just talk, hang out, play with no stress, no worry of summer assignment or anything. At the same time, however, we are all obviously moving on. The things we talk about have changed. Will we still have things to talk about in another few months?

妈的，五点了。

倒时差计划第一天宣告失败。

八点多睡着，一点多醒来。。。午睡？

经过了不少于二十四小时的折磨之后，终于平安回家。多次搭乘飞机后，发现这回自己对颠簸习惯了许多。颠得最厉害的时候也没有怕得冒冷汗，一遍遍地摸着手上的木珠。

这次回国玩了很多，感触也很多。因为这次的许多经历，隐约之间我似乎做了很多决定。





二零一零年八月九日

这次九寨归来，我脑子里唯一的想法就是“我要回去”。那里的山和水就自然不用说了，我更怀念的是那里的人。我怀念我们的迷你五人团队。我怀念细心善良的小何导游。我怀念谈笑风生的殷师傅。我想就那样永远的继续下去，下车看美景，上车聊天地。我想要长住那里，亲身融入进他们纯朴的生活，大部分时间平淡如茶，却又偶尔热闹非凡。昨晚在黑暗中我终于明白了我想要的是什么。我哭了，为那离我越来越远的不贫困潦倒的一生。