Part I: Introduction a worry of paper, almost midnight city is Feng Xu, shimmer mapping windows, curved like a half moon mapping; Grief sleep, get dressed, look outside through the glass, snow, particularly Yaorao; ChuJingShengQing a myriad of thoughts, past the drip like countless creeks converge from all directions to become the major rivers in the surging waves, a lofty diarrhea. It will be recalled quaint campus, scholar emotional, Qiu Hui Fang exclusion; tree-lined trail, couples snuggle, sweet; sports arena, young sun, vibrant; the library, immersed in study, trying desperately to absorb; bright classrooms, reciting the book sound, swipes illness book; within the four seas, there are friends to guide the country, Jiyangwenzi.Now, all alone, wandering rivers and lakes, the old old friends, scattered Quartet, spare time, often remember, like yesterday, reproduction, wake up, the came to their senses, but Nankeyimeng. It will be recalled three feet of the podium, citing Bogut theory today, talking about; disciple under the seat, and depending on your breath, heart like longing, full of desire; candle night reading, catch pen and book are all so full of exciting words of advice ; immature handwriting, rhetoric, write the paragraph on growth path; between teachers and students, Mentor, harmonious and happy, Mary Poppins.Now, all alone, traveling the world, floating earth, former teachers and students, still feeling.Often thought since, when parting, tears, sadness of parting, as if yesterday reproduction. Recalled the pure land, three acres of farmland, large warm hands, upright figure, stalwart body, gave me a warm and safe.However, from small to large, we are always from poly-less, he’s a man of few teaching, serious face, not close, I felt his estranged.Now showing in front was a tall, stooped short, graying at the temples, wrinkled, kindly face, soft-spoken, skinny fingers rough, old tottering footsteps.Hearts always trembling, he who is mighty tall my old heart, amiable but not nearly the father of it?Yes, he is my father, is to keep his youthful years, I burn his youth, but my father’s youth can return it to him again? It will be recalled that the love of gluey, devotion; vows highest power of the oath, Shuangsushuangfei, intimacy back, a lot of people envy a couple.Now it is a lonely, Laoyanfenfei, away, far apart.Looking back, the faces of the people do not know where to go, Love and be loved. Heavy past, Yikan?The city lint, and a plain paper, semi-tube ink, brush disease book, made full worry. Part Two: city is Feng Xu colorful flowers wither on the edge of the season, accompanied by azalea lazy Jiaoti, velvet-like in the bright spring sun melted in one and one to fall, as if drops across Qinglei spring cheek, slid summer Saibian.Demure, elegant, absolutely clear, they are in the air to curl posture, roll or eddies, colorful fallen into one place, beautiful, short of tragic young people get almost sad. Red or white flowers, ever so brightly hung in the branches of the season, smiling Ling Han, actually boast hundred pro, wearing a pole brothels, Phi Ichikawa misty rain, hold up a pink pear white Spring.Now they wither away, restless share of life and warm, have been attributed to nothingness stillness, as the illusion of stay and nowhere to be found in asakumo. Green gradually engulfed the northern wilderness, just as gradually swell spring green water pond, to absorb, accumulate and surging, the sea of unrestrained into a shimmering green.Like a bucket of paint, shades poured from the foot to the horizon, full of charm sketch tranches green carpet-like wheat fields, point to draw a road kind of green screen Qinglin, green flowers missing from the fullness filling vacancy and crannies, slowly people’s attention turns green rope in a glittering dream. At this point, YANG Hua lightweight flying in the air, Piaozhui of falling into a diverse, agile as a graceful feathers of gorgeous snow into a surplus of clean.In this late spring weather, only this merciless have thought of flowers, also with blossom follow the footsteps of the north pouring into a mighty momentum. They shuttle between the trees, such as noisy colonies, despite the hustle and bustle, fly out of the hive in green poplar, to find their dream flower.Another example is lightly butterfly, tangled in the air, slowly down, then suddenly propped up by the wind, wings Rush, withdraw looking for paradise dream.In fact, they are more like a group of innocent young girls dance in a high volley, dressed in thick green to do a mural of their singing and dancing, that gown flying, full wall of wind dance, that escape the fetters off, free-flying body , the show is the vitality of youth, the interpretation is that the pursuit of beauty.Sauna net can in many people’s eyes, Yang Hua than spending.It does not show Yan apricot, pear is not charming, no brightly peach, people have become accustomed to ignore its existence, not as accustomed to put it in the ranks of the flower.They can only open alone, lonely flying, the dream as one entrusted on the wind.Who’s sorry for the fate of Yang Hua?This drift indefinite gossamer, dream with the wind thousands of miles, I do not know where to look for it with the fate of life? Think of a group of women, they usually Yong Fan, no special beauty and talent, there is no privileged life experience, they come from the barren countryside, just blossoming Yang Hua, unless friendly country, unless Dear parents, life is so travel accidental, fortuitous choice pass like a ray of wind, they hold simple and humble mind falling in the city’s corner.I stepped foot on the soil used to the hard concrete floor, had a brief hesitation, doubt and even fear.See row upon row of tall buildings, look at the bustling sea of people and vehicles, as well as the flickering neon lights at night, also had a brief excitement, hope or even dream of Chang. Thin figure, childish makeup, as if the bud bud, the body is not the kind of flutter open delicate, tender shoulders but they have to assume a responsibility, the figure walking through the brightly lit factory, in the long get in the car deterred, stick in circulation spaces, the spread of woven fabric surface repair, by Tianwei in this world, they do not lead to the landscape throughout the year twilight of the day. Whether Muyu drizzly autumn night, or the bitter winter night, they hurried away warm Canmeng, bleary-eyed to loom sound the depths of lights, towards another cycle of morning and night.They are the city’s sleepless vigil, the eyes of the city at night, as the stars in the night sky, every watch, is a physical and mental suffering and exploitation of youth, they put the city jointing injection stretch of countless such a night, with mountain of thick friendship continues to fill the expansion of the city want to sink. Since then, their fingers are no longer fine silky, thick cocoon flower embarrassingly covered with palm, palm this smart and practical, you can instantly blink of the two thin yarn connected, you can also put a floating line flying needles deftly interweave the ferry in space.Forearm and elbow, grown up through blood and sweat, rough cocoon as a wrist blood, you can take pounds of fabric and sharpen nearly hit.In the day to day labors, premature cervical spondylosis and lumbar muscle strain to find them, find one still build up the body, and then cast a painful shadow in a picture of some childlike face, like a dark cloud obscured the mountain spring water color capacity.Although they are a large group, who knows a huge gap can be hard to pay with their meager income?Just as no one understand the emotional weight of their hearts and secret.They were the city’s busy pilots were forgotten in the back of the head, not caring abandoned in a dark corner, it’s all because of their general, and endure in silence mettle. Greet the spring sun, their eyes hard to open and shut, so accustomed to dim eyes adjust to sunlight again.They figure all the more delicate thin, unkempt hair is so loosely holding, pale face seemed to lose the color of life.They crushing footsteps marching quartzite paved Yong Lu, the pace slow, tired, machinery, they instinctively walked to a bed, to dream haven.At this time, a smile on his face even still, is the kind of lively child just completed the job of expression, they gather in small groups, while walking, while twittering go on, there apartment in love, then, there, talking the talk, there are angrily complaining and whining.Occasionally still hear their laughter, reveals a youthful Gudang filling, like clear water pour out from the valley, red polyester tired of being oppressed pain, cry or sigh of relief after just moan. In the late spring Fei Xu misty, lingering in front of me always face their dishes, as well as suffering in the famine in the eyes, that point source of subsistence are constantly ran aground, and physical and mental pay as before.The feeling, their youth is one of silkworms spin silk, from the depths of a vibrant life is slowly fade, reducing pumping. ”Spring-third, half dust, a sub water.”Their youth like this city is Feng Xu, diverse mighty, but will be completed in a boundless sadness in Siyu, or in Desolated for dust, or by running water to the horizon, if they can be one-third of the youth, I think He said: binary nourish the foot of the city, a sub-elimination meteorite urban apathy and emptiness can not duck.