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Farewell, Shigatse


  day wake up so early front, open the windows, the wind, the cold. Think of this front in the summer to early autumn evening, he took Yun's hand, in the midst of the golden rice fields to stop, the wind, the cool but warm.
  front coat and out of the hotel, walking in the streets of Shigatse, bear lug early businessmen, hurried, and he looked at their backs, to imagine their dark skin and the face of vicissitudes. Feng think they are the core content of the city, but he is only a rush of passing. To remember the sea front when he Yun holding hands, barefoot, in the two strings of warm footprints left on the beach,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the sea rushed from time to time, she laughed in his face, good. a quaint restaurant, choose a window seat. Yun also like the window seat, she wrote in the diary: grizzled old man came in, bent down, reached out to the front, his clothes should have been green, Yun often wore skirts that color. Can be washed numerous times, because many of the green has faded, exposing chunks of white. His gray hair and eyes dull, her face was black, covered with wrinkles.
  had front will give him some change, like the Old Bridge in the south, they go down the stairs when the Association met this old man, wrinkled and disheveled hair. Yun change will come out from his pocket a carefully bent and placed before him, and then holding front of the hand, skipping along the stone steps down.
  front pocket can not change this time, he can only leave him disappointed, though his eyes have been sluggish, and do not see any disappointment. Feng Yun said that I thought he was leaving,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when the entire collar Yun for his smile, eyes the same way without any disappointment. When she smiled, his face showing a touch of dimples, front love to see her dimples, slender beauty. Her eyes narrowed, the eye becomes blurred. As to the performance of the photographer in order to highlight the theme, the background blur, while a smile made her the subject of dimples.
  breakfast out front when the dawn of the many, more pedestrians on the road, holding a prayer wheel from time to time the faithful came to go in the direction Tashilhunpo, he looked up toward the with that direction and saw the red walls of the temple halfway up the mountain in the golden dome on the thought of that time, they went to South Putuo Temple, salvation, the Bodhisattva in front of him as his dead mother, Qi Fu, although the letter his mother Christian, with his father to say that she has been enjoying life in paradise, but he did not think anything wrong, is that the hearts of God, do not care about the world belongs to God. Yun also said to him, like a person does not care about which world he belongs to. Once told him so moved.
  front walk to the station on the road when the sun becomes very strong, and altitude of the sun has a unique temperament, he raised his head, felt the sun, like a sword straight in his eyes, his eyes can only frantically to escape, they did not get rid of, until a corner.
  Feng think, is not the case south of the sun, it is much more moderate, Yun like autumn afternoon, lying on the grass, the sun, quietly listening to him he was a boy thing.
  front of the mother was seven years old when he died, that afternoon, the sun is so warm in his mother lying in bed, the sun is gently through the window glass in her face, according to They shop in the town that a wonton with breakfast, the sun shone through the glass the same way, on their faces.
  She was quiet, pale, in that gentle, warm autumn afternoon in the sun,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], quietly stopped breathing. Because the numb and quiet. A year ago, she was found to be a gastric cancer in a hospital bed struggling for half a year, doctors say, go home, and asked what her wish to meet her. Feng did not see his father cry, but often heard his mother whisper bed, gently mixed with the laughter and the occasional cough.
  can not escape the sun to catch up, front simply looked up at the sky. The first day came to Lhasa, he felt his days in Lhasa have ever seen a blue sky, blue and so pure, natural, people how to reach out and hug her. Shigatse is the day he felt a more simple blue Bi Lasa, more transparent, full of people want to stay a live for a touch of warmth. They had lying south lawn of a park and stare at the sky. Tibet did not come until he thought it was the world's most blue sky, he Yun said: Yun, I really hope that it will lie here, like the arms of clouds lying in the sky. He saw Yun autumn wind with long hair, long hair over her beautiful dimples. She said: front, clouds will not always embrace the sky, the wind a result, it dispersed.
  year, they are 16 years of age.
  them in the same school, same class. He is a squad leader, she is publicity. Also fall afternoon, on the fifth floor of the classroom, the sun is so gently through the window, their faces shine, the classroom, only two of them, her hand written good character, he would paint. They are out of this issue of Blackboard. He stopped, looking at her on tiptoe, to concentrate on writing the first row of the word, she wore a green dress, is the kind of grass between the green and dark green uniforms between the green, she turned to look at He, from the classroom door the wind blowing her long hair flowing, her beautiful dimples disappeared the next, it was his first close attention to her smile, her beautiful dimples.
  he said quietly painting, she always asked him, what you draw ah. Every time he said, wait a minute you know. Until he was almost unfinished, she can not see what he draws, only an illusory sense of beauty. As the wind and white clouds, floating quietly in the blue sky.
  front bought tickets for tomorrow, to Shigatse, a small town, in fact, very few visitors take the train, definitely you can buy tickets for the day, but the front like a day in advance tickets, prepared in advance, This is a good habit of his from childhood.
  noon, the front went to a restaurant, the restaurant has no windows, Southern and Northern Dynasties, separated by a layer of wood, which is the kitchen, he can see the cook in the figure, pouring water, caving, feeding, skillfully. Yun had told him that she can cook, but never tasted her cooking, he thought, must be good to eat, cook the way she must be beautiful.
  front to a beef noodles, had he wanted to beef fried rice, can not. He remembers when they went out to dinner, Yun always want a beef fried rice, then slowly, carefully use chopsticks to cut short inside the green pick out a small section of green onion, put into a pile on one side. You do not like to eat green onion, you can ask them to hold front smiled at her, especially the United States to see her smile, her dimples in his mouth when the time is now hidden, her smile is the waves, like a warm cool autumn wind blowing in waves. Yun said that she did not like the taste of green onion, but like its color and odor.
  direct sunlight in front of the body, not through the glass. He would select a wall of glass for restaurants, but the name of the restaurant at home appealed to him - not good,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], His glance like the house, there is no hidden and preserved. Eight dollars a bowl of beef noodles quickly into his stomach. Eat small front quickly, in the school cafeteria, he was always the first meal, wash dishes, and then to walk around the playground, then back to the classroom learning.
  impression in front of his mother eating, particularly fast in the busy, she likes to cook a pot of porridge to drink it with mustard, porridge seems to be directly along the esophagus from the stomach by oral and without chewing. Then went to work without rest, and eat like a task, by no means a pleasure. His father said his mother is the root cause of the fall time, mustard great impact on the stomach, because it is difficult to digest, after dinner did not give her enough time to digest the stomach to increase its burden.
  when he thought of Yun always eat slowly, and each time he finished first, and then looked at her slowly, quietly eating hers.
  front have been accustomed to high consumption of Tibet, with a smile and handed the waiter the money. He felt He looked at the time, that may be because of the time still early. He is not accustomed to this time, ten o'clock breakfast, lunch three in the afternoon, nine dinner. He does not like to get up late, he likes to eat breakfast before seven, and then to noon on the hungry not, he went to the restaurant, it should be when most people are working.
  front do not want to back to the hotel, where in addition to a television set have nothing, nothing to the table writing desk, no computer let him typing. Even so, he seems to have no mood to write. To Tibet, when he was away from the front with the furthest distance in the world, the Potala Palace, he felt it a sacred and solemn, high above, how many times in a book, magazine, online to see it, wait for it so vividly to life in front of you when the picture was of a more distant Queshi Bi unreal and ethereal, like a man standing in front of you, you feel that your distance is very far away, so she left,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she wrote letter to you, you would think she was in front of you, so true, so kind.
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