Innermost

怎么说呢。。。

从星期二到星期二，我去了趟平度老家，青岛，和黄岛。有很多想说的，不过还是从最近的事儿开始吧。

从黄岛回济南，需要坐4个小时的长途汽车。我知道咱老中别的不多，人多。而且既然是去济南，车上的人一定多。嗨，怎么说呢，咱老中还真是会利用东西。连客车中间的那走廊也要利用。这不，这车七拐八拐的，接了一群农民工形式人物，让他们一人一个小板凳的坐着走廊之中。这可足足浪费了我们其余群众40分钟。我说，你干嘛不行李架那儿吊几个，车顶上放几个，车轮子那儿绑几个，车后拖几个。这才显出了咱老中精神。太危险了不要紧，死几个怕什么。反正咱老中人多。

然后，总算上正轨了。我走廊那边的革命同志打开了他的笔记本电脑，放出了我早已不再听的超 cheesy 的流行歌曲。那位还边听边摇头，好不陶醉。难道他从没听说过这世上有耳机这么一个东西？过会儿，其他某位革命同志的手机响了，也是那超 cheesy 的流行歌曲。再过会儿，另外的某一位革命同志的手机也响了，还是那超 cheesy 的流行歌曲。我也只好听到摇头晃耳，好不烦恼。

最后没办法，我只好拿出我的 ipod 来听。偏偏，车上的小电视把《集结号》放完了，放起那流行老歌来。声音还超大。

我的娘啊。他们难道就没想过，也许，哪怕是千分之一的可能，有人不是很想听他们 laptop 上的 music，或手机的铃声以及对话，或这车上的音乐。

我甘拜下风。

五谷轮回之所

has a smell that permeates your skin.

It sinks through your flesh, gnaws at your bones, and fills up your lungs and every other organ.

The first few nights after leaving that which is sacred, when all is quiet and still, I can still smell that smell within myself. Afterwards, it becomes less prevalent; but occasionally, it’ll resurface, to make sure that I have not forgotten.

It eats your very core.

The most feared of all

醒的异常的早。

早上，出去吃早点。原本露天的小摊们都没了，变成一家家小店。虽说小摊上吃的更有喂儿，小店也不差吧。不过煎饼果子还是在一个帐篷下卖的。她熟练的操作着，没有任何一个多余的动作。我们自己付钱找钱，没有收银台的声音。一切都是那么的久违了。

I’ve been away for way too long.

周围还有几只苍蝇飞来飞去。早点店（摊）的独有的“脏喂儿”。

Okay, those flies were a little disgusting. But I was fine with them so long as I don’t see them touching my food.

I’m telling you, the plane ride is…so damn boring. But it’s worth it.

Although I tell people that China isn’t that different from North America, it is still different. Very different. But it’s not something you can describe to others who never experienced it.

I bought a little mouse decoration yesternight, made of plastic beads. It’s so cute. But not as cute as my Tinkie.

I miss my Tinkie. I hope my parents aren’t feeding him things he’s not suppose to eat.

Internet.

It’s so great to have you back. *hugs and smooches*

Graduated!

It was so damn cold!

And so damn long!