My life the most important friend - YIM Ho
Thursday, April 30th, 2009
In my 21 years of age, my best friend once told me that We all should get rid of their own before the end runescape accounts of youth.
I do not have the consequences of doing so is now finally have a decent but not the rich and fulfilling adult life. I put a laptop on the Nanjing West Road, runescape money where access to the top office, wearing Armani suits and ties sitting in the Department of Kenzo Manabe Huaihai Road in the afternoon to drink coffee, or in the night inside the dance hall in Shanghai, with a smile to see customers across the handle into her clothes, a good agreement signed, quietly laid down for their hotel rooms and costs paid out of Taiwan.
Many years have passed. Over the years, I have been trying to forget some things, some name, I imagine they have never truly had occurred or. I like all normal adults, as extraordinary, their hearts do not want to see the real source of suffering, willing to die without hope gradually to find the reasons for the high spirits. I really hope is that compared to the death of a deeper, longer life than forgotten.
But occasionally a night, I still burst into tears as they are now awakened from the dream and found that he had to fall under thorough back, nowhere to escape. Description of the dark screen paintings passing quietly from the front. I saw an umbrella in the rain away Ami turned to leave, feeling extremely red glasses of white, trembling crying Zhang Xin, whistled toss coins into the air YIM Ho … …
Some of their faces are blurred, many scenes are also gradually lose their color, as the tears flow in the rain. The only clear-cut is always the distant summer Almost no trace of a cloud blue sky. So blue, so clear. Silence as an ancient shipwreck Harbor will eventually forget the darkness of the mud and had a range, and only become increasingly clear that the distant beacon of home. That summer, in the years gone so no end without beginning, like a never ending, as never again.
It was the summer of 1991. That year I turned 14 years old, together with his parents just moved to the printing and dyeing mill workers housing compound. There, I met my life the most important friend - YIM Ho.