Qingdao. Midnight memories

 Qingdao.
2008-7-10
memories of midnight the day in Qingdao, I rented farm house, over farming.
Time, I no computer, no TV,
only household appliances, is a tape-player.
extreme lack of material in the context of entertainment,
as I became older sister and the landlord, after dark to sleep,
get up at dawn. often than early in the morning five-point,
I've been under the cold tap, washing face, brushing teeth,
surprisingly hale and hearty.
give the landlord two daughters make breakfast, and then send them to school,
only to the gate.
Then she sweeps the courtyard, flush toilets.
I sat opposite her house, taking advantage of daylight to read, write.
feel good, will go to the seaside run a step, sway swing on the beach.
I often brought back from the Laoshan fresh red cherries and wild vegetables,
Sister landlord's daughter, likes to go outside of my yarn, stickers the little face looked quiet,
waiting till I found her straight, open the door, give her good food, fun,
she was very happy in the yard, jumping, singing,
but often A look back to his mother's criticism.
a few days, I heard every morning, her eldest daughter, in the recitation of the text:
sea view Cao, Tateishi east to sea view. Water Dan Dan Ho , Island heave, forested, lush hh
Baicao daughter of the sea, reciting the sea before 1800 poem,
I think the house is outside the Yellow sea,
Tateishi, that is, to me Stone Man.
when fishing became hot, I began to travel often,
Laoshan in the film, one to be a week, are not enough for a week,
living in the open Yanshan Petrochemical DFH nursing homes,
by their judge and days off, put the machine frame on the balcony, self-coast sunrise,
and hooded to sleep.
wake up, quick release, Waiting for Godot-like, to see whether it has to wait until a no fog enveloped the
sun leaping out of the picture surface.
skillfully walk through the city, to the coach station,
dear Daewoo bus ride, take the highway to Jinan,
series film, a question a week, not stay a week.
with dignitaries from the beginning, and later with others,
until the beginning of a very strange Shandong Satellite TV, and later also have a few acquaintances,
her car with a press card and the TV took me to Daming Lake, do not say it is the underground stream,
says that this is the birthplace of crape myrtle. That's, still popular eyes straight at the beautiful hostess, can not move house,
he was the Laoshandaoshi and realizing the Road,
saw the goddess of the moon from the moon attracted you?
next in Shangqing Gong I saw the Big Dipper Plough array,
rock lineup, the Quanzhen Quanzhen training hard enemy here Tips,
glance I saw with Yang Kang Yong, Guo Jing, also watched. < br> Laoshan, the mountain is really attractive,
that mountain is covered with rugged rocks,
like a fool waiting Lang bone leaving only the soul of the rugged,
that lonely wild flowers blooming everywhere, br> as the season of waiting for a hopeless woman planted five hundred years ago that a cause,
If not me, so maybe they are in full bloom, bloom, to wither,
have not seen a one. < br> So, sometimes we drove noon,
to eat lunch on the Laoshan.
stores to the mountains, with mountain vegetable bun dumplings,
eat, and then home.
the way, look at the flowers are able to see more of one, is one.
back from Laoshan, Qingdao, or that kind of frank,
typhoon, they can turn over my umbrella height,
street suddenly as the night, a deserted,
I felt moisture permeability of a small hotel, with dinner to avoid the wind and rain,
store with lights, like a light aircraft on an island,
I went in, there are three construction workers in the same lonely,
I feel them and lights, is so warm,
kind. are like my family.
has been to me as the owner in Sichuan sister,
lunch today, I gave in, especially a fried fish place.
Qingdao friends, we live close,
meet say hello to the bench and bring their own chopsticks ,
go to a family dinner.
Sometimes I have to sleep,
but also by their knocking windows out the window call me, You night swimming.
In fact, they told me to swim,
because I can not swim,
but I can help them take care of clothes and shoes,
and high tide in the sea,
constantly carrying their shoes more than the tide quickly, to run dry at.
but they also gave me immense pleasure,
one day, Song upside down on the beach, walking with his hands,
face a wave of his mouth a mouthful of sand and mud in the package immediately,
a surprising lack of spit half a scallop.
later, I left,
in August of that year in the day, Qingdao burning,
I am familiar with the Haier Industrial Park, is the Oktoberfest in the carnival.
the beach watching the open-air performances,
we have a lot of people sitting on the beach drinking beer,
words of farewell and blessing,
with the young man's restless heart fanatical dream.
a distant island in the sea,
is lit with dim lights scattered,
Looking bright sun and the moon, if out of which,
bright star Han, If the inside out.
me drunk.