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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2004 4:46 am
by RedRose
and I think that maybe GreatJim was too young to be tactful to chase girl then :lol:

Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 3:06 am
by greatJim
Actually the story is not true.
But i will try to write it till the end.

Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 3:24 am
by greatJim
The day When I left Beijing came soon.
On the way to the railway station,i felt sorrow and was in muddle.
I made several telephones to Xiaoyi's home,but she weren't there.At last i gave up.
When I arrived the square before the station,there was some time left for me.I roamed there aimlessly.
One fortuneteller was sitting beside the road.I was curious.And asked her.
I never did this before.But she seemed genial .
I just gave her my hand.
And She said,"you will come back two years later."
"yes?"I murmured.But hadn't took it very serious.
I gave her the money,and then walked into the Hall.

Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:49 am
by RedRose
it isn't true? you are a great author! Carry on!

Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 10:18 am
by Dixie
GreatJim don't leave us like that, you must continue your story! :P

Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 3:20 am
by greatJim
really interesting?YOu must do jokes on me.
8)
But i don't know if i could finnish it.
:lol:
now,it's the holiday (week long )of Chinese national day.So i should repose.
if it stops,just because the story wants.
But it just is a story,doesn't worthy to mention.
actually when it begins,i know the time for imprisonment comes.
---
I often think we live in the imagination by ourselves.So between What we like to be and we could to be has always a distance.
When i recall,the day was broken behind me.So what i am doing here is like to repair it.make it looks really like what i think it like.
:lol:

Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 3:35 am
by greatJim
When you try to tell the story of yourself.the pain and sentiment come up.
it like a tide ,empassing you.I know the story is not true.But it is not important now.-------
What i feel and what I know should be apart.
Maybe Xiaoyi was just sitting before me,playing her hair,and saidto me,"the hair will diverge in the end of it."
I said,"i don't know."we embraced with each other.
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I felt i was like a kite when i reached Shanghai.I said to myself.that's OK.
Shanghai is my hometown anyway.

Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 8:57 am
by greatJim
There are two vacancies for me in Shanghai.One promised they could supply a house for me,if i worked for them.But the place it located was reletively far from the downtown zone.At last I chose the other one.Anyway,i didn't want to fetter myself just because of the money .
The ordinary job was busy and similar day by day.
But that's really fresh for me,Since i felt like I had became a member of society.I tried to make myself looks like socialized.
In my brain,i should be at least diligent,responsible,and active .
I changed with no choice.everyday i must get up early,whatever it was raining,snowing or whatelse.

Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 10:10 am
by greatJim
I quickly found the job was often a messing.for me,the memory was naive and memorable.
After one day's humdrum work,i actually became a robot.
To draw before the computer,day after day,I didn't know where the end was .
Shanghai was a fashionable city,but it had no relationship with me.
I thought to make a long distance call to Xiaoyi.and one time I checked out the number of the workingplace where she was working.But when i thought of the failure i got before i left Beijing,I putted the telephone down.
How could i do?And What she was doing?

Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 3:40 am
by greatJim
The time passed quickly.I think I should forget Xiaoyi.And i thought I had.
Till one day.the classmate of her,Su,who also worked in Shanghai,but not the same working place with me.Visited me,to my room which i lived.
He said many stories to me.ANd Su was a very wise man.I really thought it,because we were both born in Shanghai,and studied in BEijing.HE knew me well,in some kind of way.
He said he would leave China soon.that time we had been in Shanghai for about two years.
I listened many stories from him,and the opinions of him after he had a job.He said many kinds of poignant words on the job environment.
I agreed with him ,sort of.But I really wanted to know some message of Xiaoyi.Since they were in the same class before.

Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2004 3:11 am
by greatJim
Su and I shared the dinner with each other that evening.
He said many experience after graduation and said that to go outside is the best way for us.Maybe Canada,maybe America.
yes,30 percent of our classmates had gone outside.
"Has you any information about Xiaoyi?"i asked him inadvertently.
"I met her several monthes ago."
"IS that?..Where?"I asked,that's really out of my surprise.
"here,in Shanghai.she had some kinds of work to do here.And with another student of my class."
Maybe Su found something change on my expression.and paused for a little moment.
"I think you should go to see her when you had time free."After a while ,he said.
I nodded with silence.and began to eat again.

Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 5:05 am
by greatJim
I knew that was impossible for me and Xiaoyi now.She didn't want to see me ,when she arrived Shanghai.
I did something wrong in my work,and was warned by the manager.
One night,i went to the bank of the HuangPu river ,which was the famous river of Shanghai,I gazed at the water,the other side of the river .they were enclosed in the haze.
My mother thought it was time for me to think about marriage.BUt i refused.
And several young colleuage in my working place were falling in love or just married.
It seemed i never found someone or been found by someone.But i didn't care it too much.
One time a young couple got married.and invited the colleagues to dance in the Disco.
When we came out of the party with fatigue,and departed in the darkness of the city.I felt a little happier.
One girl came near to me,She always liked to drink coffee when she was doing work,So i often chatted with her.
She said to me in low voice,"YOu really looked like an alien tonight."And laughted.
I said back to her,"Am I?"

Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 11:31 am
by RedRose
nice story! sounds like a poem.