这是一座美丽的城市 ，四季如初夏，差不多天天可以享受到阳光，风起云涌雨来 ，一瞬间就平息了，不会持续太长时间 。所以特别喜欢下雨的时候，下雨的时候我曾经说过：“看 ，下雨了，一定是我家中的妻子儿女在想我了，细雨代表着她们在心里默默地思念；大雨表示他们盼我望我快要掉眼泪了；倾盆大雨的时候她们一定已经哭到唏哩哗啦了。 ”其实与其说是她们在想我 ，还不如说是我自己无限地思念着她们。
这里的天空很蓝，想象中的蓝，像大海一样蓝，像爱情一样蓝 ，像梦想一样蓝 。没有污染的天空经常不需要配戴一丁点云朵做装饰，白天的阳光明媚，大多时候给人以温暖的感觉 ，不会灼伤人；晚上的天空星光灿烂，月光如水，晒在高楼上 ，高山上，带着几份醉意，一幅银白色的童话画卷。很多个月圆的晚上抬头仰望着天空 ，看繁星，看皎月，想象着小时候农村家里的天空也是这样。后来到城市读书上班之后 ，天空几乎只能见到暗黄的月亮，稀少的星星 。所以刚刚来到这样一个地方，有一种亲近的感觉。多少次看着月亮，一直抬头望 ，不敢低下头，因为只有抬头的时候思念的泪水才不会流出来。
刚刚在这里大半年的时候，感觉就像修行 ，回忆着以前多少的对错是非，对妻子儿女哪些地方做得不好，哪些说话应该温柔 ，哪些态度应该随和些，哪些事情应该宽容些，以后得怎么样来补偿 。
这座美丽的城市也有神奇的地方 ，有时会被大雾笼罩着，看不到十多米远的地方,有好几次晚上回来的时候开车的朋友总是得小心翼翼，送我们回来了他们还得回去 ，心中无限的感激，却只能化为一句问他们“回到了吗”的简单信息。
慢慢地在这座城市里，认识到很多人，见识到各种各样的人 ，很幸运认识了，很好的BOSS，很好的同事 ，很好的朋友，很好的H姐，很友好的当地人。当然也有幸见识到了一些极品 ，一些蛮不讲理的当地人，一些瞧不起中国人的人(谁叫怎么中国还不够强大)。
慢慢地适应了这座城市的生活，开始考虑着接家人来这边工作读书生活 。和BOSS说过帮他到新铺头开张 ，给了H姐承诺：她回唐山的时候我在这里帮忙，如果LP出来了也叫她过来一起帮忙。可惜世事无常，事与愿违 ，无可奈何，我比她还提前了两个月回了唐山，我出来的时候她也出来了。诚信被我自己摧毁了，承诺在2012年被我践踏蹂躏了 。再出来所做的一切也弥补不了曾经对承诺的放弃。内疚也于事无补。
2013年1月 ，要和这个城市说再见了，竟然有点犹豫难舍，想象着H姐的蛋糕 ，小朋友的追逐，BOSS的忙碌，同事的早餐 ，朋友的帮忙，上班时候无聊的吵架拌嘴，和鬼佬吹水 ，和鬼妹打情骂俏，明天就和这些说再见了，我会珍藏在心里面的了 。
I thought that everything I did was in order to go to the city.
This is a beautiful city. It is almost the sun, and the wind is in the rain, and it will pay too long in a moment. So, when I rained, I used to say: "Look, it is raining, I must be my wife and children in my family, and the rain represents them in their hearts; heavy rain indicates them. I hope that I am going to have tears; when the rain is heavy rain, they have been crying. "In fact, it is not so much that they are thinking about me, I miss them.
The sky here is very blue, the blue imagination is like a sea, like a blue, like a dream as blue. There are no contaminated sky often do not need to wear a click of the clouds to do decoration, the sun is bright during the day, and it will give people a warm feeling. It will not burn people; the sky in the sky is bright, the moonlight is like water, sunning on the high floor, high mountain , With a few drunken, a silver tale, white fairy tale. Many months of circle look up at the sky, look at the stars, see the moon, imagine that the sky in the countryside is also like this. Later, after going to the city, the sky can only see dark yellow moon, rare stars. So just came to such a place, there is a close feeling. How many times, look at the moon, always look up, don't dare to lower it, because only the tears missing when you look up, you will not flow out.
Just half a year here, it feels like practice, recalling how much is wrong, is not good for his wife and children, what should be gentle, what attitude should be followed, which Things should be tolerant, how to compensate for future.
This beautiful city also has a magical place, sometimes being covered by the big mist, can't see more than ten meters away, have a friend who drives when he came back at night. I always have to pay attention to the wing, send us back, they have to go back, but I am grateful in my heart, but I can only have a simple information about "back?".
Slowly in this city, recognizing a lot of people, seeing a variety of people, very fortunate, very good BOSS, very good colleagues, very good friends,Very good h sister, very friendly locals. Of course, I also have a fortunate to have some best, some locals, some people who look down on the Chinese (who makes China is not strong enough).
Slowly adapted to the life of the city, and began to consider the family to work here. And BOSS said to help him to open the new shop, gave H. My biscited: She is here to help when she returns to Tangshan, if the LP came out and called her to help. Unfortunately, the world is impermanent, and there is no way, I have returned to Tang Mountain for two months than her, and she came out when I came out. Integrity was destroyed by myself, promised to be trampled in 2012. Everything to do again also makes up for the abandonment of the promise. Guilt is not there.
In January 2013, I have to say goodbye to this city. I actually a little bit of hardships, imagine H son's cake, children's chase, boss businesses, colleagues 'breakfast, friends' help, time to work Bored quarrel mixed, and ghosts blowing water, and ghost girls playing, tomorrow, I will say goodbye to these, I will be treasured in my heart.
Adiós, Los Teques!
What would it be? What kind of surprises will there be? I can't wait, I look forward to.
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