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Memories belong to the past
2007.08.31
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This is what around my wrist.I remembered I saw it in a shop.Last year.
That day I went to Shangri-la with Liu Xiaodi.We had dinner with her friend,then we back to the inn,we watched TV very late at night.We talked about many things,she didn't feel like sleeping.She called a man then,and cried for a while.That was the frist time I saw her crying.
On next day morning,when I draw the curtains apart,I saw it was snowing,heavily.I saw those pure white,soft snowflakes melting on the windows.I received my gift from heaven.That day was my birthday.
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Liu Xiaodi left us few weeks later,and we left Shangri-la,finally.I know all those things belong to the past...
I just can't forget,
can't forget Shangri-la,
the village in moutains,
and those lovely children.
can't forget them,forever......
the picture is powerful - colours, framing, combination of objects and simplicity - but the story even more so. We all have this sort of buried unforgettables which are so hard to describe and still, sometimes a few words are enough.
