I promised myself that after seeing Xishuangbanna, a primeval forest with the scenery of the southern country, I also had to go to Inner Mongolia to see the vast grasslands, blue sky and white clouds. Go to Daxinganling to experience the day and night of the journey of the original forest. Go to Moerdaoga Forest Park to experience the northern country
Scenery.
Next stop in Manzhouli.
Come to Manzhouli to enjoy the coolness of the plateau summer. Come to Manzhouli to enjoy the beautiful Russian beauties with long legs. The summer is cool and the temperature is suitable. This place is not only full of beautiful scenery with foreign scenery, but there are many beauties with blond hair and blue eyes and mini skirts on the local streets.
It is a beautiful scenery in Manzhouli. Yes, they are Russian beauties. This is also a beautiful enjoyment that can satisfy Russian beauties without going abroad in Manzhouli. Looking at these beautiful and charming foreign beauties can stimulate my heart
My nerves moved my heartstrings once. As a scumbag, seeing a beautiful woman is a huge benefit to me.
Almost most of the buildings in Manzhouli are in Russian style, and the shop signs are in Chinese and Russian languages. Most of the ones sold in the shop are also Russian goods, including exquisite nesting dolls and oil paintings, Russian food or beverages.
Walking on the street, there are many Russian beauties who pass by you, who are tall, fair-skinned and beautiful, which makes people feel moved and imagined.
"Beauty, can you take a photo with you?" I said to a beautiful long-legged beauty.
"Planned photo? Are you following me?" The beauty spoke very fluently with her northern accent.
"Yes, yes, beauty. It's you." I became more confident...
This photo I took this time is considered to be a foreign girl who was flirting with me before I went abroad. I felt so happy. After I went back, my good brother, the hooligan, would definitely make my good brother, jealous.
As night falls, the neon lights of the city are flashing. Walking on the streets of Manzhouli at night, you will see the bride and blue-eyed women passing by, beautiful folk songs flying in bars and coffee shops, and exotic streets.
It's a fresh and novelty.
I ordered a glass of vodka at a bar and quietly watched the singing and dancing performances of Russian beauties on the stage. This was the best treatment.
Leaving this city with unique resources, the shops on Zhongsu Street one by one, I bought two packs of Daleba bread and two Gwas drinks in the shopping store, and then took a look at the beautiful Russian girl on the street.
Then take the green train and cross the long primeval forest of the Greater Xing'anling Mountains to Hailar Station.
The train has been traveling through the vast primeval forest of Daxinganling, and it was a long time. A little Mongolian beauty sat next to my seat, probably only at the age of sixteen or seventeen. She wrote something on her notebook and wrote it
Half of the part was covered by advertising card Shaoshu. She wrote very slowly, thinking while writing. She stopped as she wrote. It may be because the theme is not perfect enough, the central idea is not outstanding enough, and it may be...
She had no patience. She angrily tore off the paper she was writing, kneading it into a ball and stuffing it into her pocket. She immediately started to write the topic again. She saw that she had just written two words, "
Love letter "I immediately took a breath of air conditioning. I curled my lips and turned my head quickly. The girl immediately covered the two words written with an advertising card.
Haha, haha..., I want to laugh, this is how she expresses it. Do I need to mark it so obviously? I didn't realize that this girl is such a stupid fanatic. I am really angry in my heart.
It is really hard to accept the way their generation expresses love. Maybe, this is the difference of the times, and their generation also finds it difficult to understand my anger towards their generation. Maybe they will call me crazy and unable to keep up with the times.
Let's get in with the times...
I drag my empty body around, everything is changing, but time will not change, and the clock represents time, constantly and bravely moving forward. I wander on the trajectory of time, striving, floating and falling.
On the track, I stepped on the station where the train passed by, and the scenery along the way was gradually fading away, and I became gradually tired and tired. During the tired journey, on the train passing by, an idea hidden deep in my heart,
Maybe it's because I want to get out of singleness, maybe it's because I don't want to be alone, maybe it's because I miss someone. I can't even explain it clearly. What kind of thought is this? Maybe that kind of thought becomes simple in the end, and the simple ones are left.
I miss you, deep in my heart, some feelings will hurt in my heart, and there is nowhere to be said. Deep in my heart, there are too many things I miss you, too many...
The next stop the train passes, or the last stop I am waiting for. There is my hometown.
However, even though I passed by my hometown, I didn’t want to go home.
Did I forget to go home? I forgot everything about home.
No, I can't forget it, I can't forget it.
I can't forget the mountains and rivers of my hometown, I can't forget my elderly mother...
The diary I write every day is like on this quiet night, tens of thousands of thoughts are struggling in my mind. Sometimes, there is sometimes a poetic ethereal:
Miss home, but don't want to go home
Not that I don't want to go home
Years of time,
Life is like a dream.
The vast ocean,
A flash of vigor passed by.
Tired of my heart,
Alone.
I forgot,
I just sent away so many sunset sunsets alone.
Spring goes and autumn comes,
The four seasons are changing countless times.
I am wandering,
Always wandering and struggling in the sea of people.
I know,
This is just wasting time.
Wind and rainy,
Still wandering, helpless.
Too many setbacks.
I thought about going home again and again.
An elderly mother,
It's not that I've forgotten the way home,
It's not that I've forgotten my home.
I'm afraid to see the mountains and water in my hometown,
I am afraid that I will think of her who I have lost again.
We once built a building of love together...
Maybe, what am I still waiting for? It is the result, or the ending? Or it is waiting for someone to meet him (her) again one day and reconcile the previous relationship...?
But I feel that I am the one who will always wait forever and be stupid.
The person you are waiting for, where have you gone?
The woman I once loved...
My self-narration:
I, thirty-six years old, lived in this world for thirty-six years, and it was a long time.
It includes the changes in the seasons of thirty-six springs, summers, autumns and winters. It also includes the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy things in life. However, I like all of this. For example:
I like the complicated and tedious things I encountered from childhood to my life. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, rugged paths and flat avenues.
I like the wealth that brings together in life.
I like, expect and wait. Whenever night comes, I start looking at the stars and waiting for another full moon to appear.
I like the tide rises and falls. It is like a deciduous tree in the north, which begins to sprout in the warm spring, but in autumn, the leaves gradually float and fall to the ground.
Day after day, year after year, these are the dense leaves recorded in my diary. It is the life changes that have experienced in my life.
This is a feeling that I have been puzzled in my life...