Shanghai is always a romantic and sexy city in my mind, always related to “Petit Bourgeois”.
However I’ve never really stayed in shanghai, always got a glance
then left as if it was always a transition never a destination. For me,
Shanghai is a name, a face, a piece of cloud floating in my sky, a story of fairy tales, a
vague thought in some half-awake nights……and this time, after 15 years,
Shanghai all of sudden, became concrete, clear and real.
The fragment of the moments composed a peaceful serene music in my
brief stay in Shanghai…the non-gossip chat of three guys in the cafe;
the sunny journey to a beautiful town Suzhou; the lovely dinner
at Pu-Dong, the seafood, the Jazz, the pub country rock, Norah Jones’ New
York City, the Shanghais scene of "Sex and City", those laughter and those laughter with cheers and tears…
Shanghai, oddly, after so many years, touched me in a way it never has.
So long Shanghai.
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