Haven

One day in the afternoon four months ago to the text where the back by her book, she was busy packing, the two left the chat.
Came back, the car passing through the two stations, the sky suddenly began to rain pattering.
No umbrella, get off trot, wet hair dripping water to coat, wet. Panting up the stairs, there is a crazy thing to do was feel.

Text of a messy room, living room large and small cardboard boxes filled with debris. I hate moving, in the city, a total among four of five. Luggage and more every time, from the initial one luggage bag, luggage bags have become 45 not fit. Some things, usually reluctant to throw, move when I realized that was dispensable.

Always seemed to have no way to stability.
Talking mouth moving, but in fact they moved from one residence to another residence, and for me, it was only a temporary haven. Thunder when it rains, nest in the room, I would feel at ease, as if another big storm, at the moment can be secure.

Before the reading, said the total see something on the way lost in the move. Also disagreed that if something is valuable, must be constantly be aware of, how can not see easily.
When I started to drift, the process of moving again and again, is found to be something not seen on this was removed.

That year to Lijiang, only a duffel bag. Addition of left and found to be a four or five bags of luggage.
Have been reluctant to leave too much of a mark on the city, passing by feel only temporarily, so many things you can will. Every time away from home, most of the time of my mother helped me pack. Many of the things she can always plug in a bag, orderly. She always was afraid I missed something, afraid I can not buy out or not, what are possible for allowing me to bring something.

Each of the luggage was so heavy.
In addition to its own weight, there is a mother full of care. Every time I do not know how she is feeling for me to pack, how is I do not mind living at home every day. After me, 22, March 3, also left home this time, it is also my mother, helping to pack up again and again.
High school like sitting in the balcony of the fourth floor, rickety foot vacant, distant look clean water, ah the wind blowing in the body. Looking for a long time, the idea would be to jump off. I felt that this world only by himself, even if I were not, there will be too sad.

Spent four years in the city, still have only a passing idea.
House rental registration accounts sometimes people living in this part of the country, also need a temporary residence permit.
Always self-deprecating smile. Do not want to cynical, not unaware of the sinister world, but do not want those dirty mind the evils of a bright and clean. I am far from a lot of things, though has been working with me closely, I would only silent attention to those whom strive for people to see their characters ridicule.

A lot of people live like an ant, concentrate to camp life, to finally become empty.
It becomes necessary to faith, religion, money, rights and some other things to enrich the empty heart. I just would like another dull, but of life, with a soft and beautiful heart, against the life of the empty, nothing more.