I've been relocated to this city for around 3 months.Peaceful and busy, that's the descriptionn of the life here.The only night life is conference call. No many friends could be accompanied.Sometimes feel lonely, deeply and sadly.

 

Happened to see my essays wrote in the space. The previous life comes to my mind suddenly, vivid and clear. Happy with the money burning life, sad with the far from dream, glad with the re-union, guilty for the lazy bone.Not big events, all the things are small but embedded in my heart. 

 

The life quality here is not bad, cheap food, warm heart  people, kind boss and nice colleagues...Sometimes, no worry becomes my biggest concern. Seems not the reality, it's another world ,even we are in the same country, but the life pace, the pulse of the city is totally different from Shanghai, which is a super busy but let me addicted city. 

 

Shenyang is another world for me. Time runs fast here...But if no feeling about the life itelf, no up and down, is life still called life? I'm not a crazy girl, but can't endure the  unchanged life day by day.Is it because I'm getting old, or it's just because of this city...

 

Friends are back to shanghai from all over the world for the holiday, can't wait to rush back...In the end, find I have feeling with the city, but more important, is the people who shared saddness and happiness with me...