A long time ago, because I saw the border town, I took a train to Xiangxi. At that time, I really liked the simplicity of the small town. The faint river water slid by the drizzle. The grandmother of the blue cloth Baotou squatted by the river to wash clothes. When it was drizzle, she walked on the bluestone path and crossed the low alley building. The years seemed to pass by. Later, I went there once again, but I had great regrets that there were damage everywhere. There were bricks and stones built on the road. There were also bricks and stones built on many places. People were indeed the most powerful creators and destroyers.

A while ago, I stayed in Chiang Mai for a week and slept overnight in a clean and tidy train sleeper. Perhaps I recalled the story of the small town in Teresa Teng's songs, and arrived at the comfortable and leisurely northern border town. The climate is the most comfortable and comfortable 20 degrees, and food, clothing, housing and transportation are quite cheap. It takes only an hour to rent a bicycle for ten yuan and walk around the old town.

On a rainy night, there is a family hotel with a big coconut tree in the yard. Sitting in a small bar, the singer sings the hotelcalifornia of the Eagles. The wind blowing in outside was a little cold with the raindrops, and the voice was rustling but with vicissitudes... In fact, there is no need to sing better. The scene of people in a different place in the cold rain can make people feel melancholy.

The Danes at the same table asked me in a chat, "Is it a Japanese?" I said it was a Chinese. He talked about sorry and chatted about some news about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. He was actually equally sad about these things. No matter which country they are from, they are the most unfortunate when they are born in disasters.
Chapter completed!