何時夢醒見真人

I like the Sahara that almost nostalgic memories of past lives comes not, but it is from the San Mao's book. San Mao, a lifetime 48 years, been to 54 countries. I am now older, is she then married Jose, moved into the Sahara when. San Mao said, life is a game of earnest, when my junior high school when holding her book, this sentence has become my attitude to life. Like English song sings: The world is our playground. 10 years I've been to 46 countries, lived in 4 countries, 7 cities, not to learn her to stray, only to find themselves "homeless" but rather byproducts.

an early fall, I read the book in northern Spain Sanmao University of Madrid, Spain, southern rock to the home of Jose Jaen (Jaen), where the rich olive groves. "Why do I wander, to dream of olive ⋯ ⋯" attached a few days, this song in my heart innumerable twists and turns. Yes, San Mao, I never forget you. San Mao Sahara is to look at the time!

Sahara is the largest desert in the world, almost the size of the United States, covering the entire North Africa.

Asilah (Asilah) is a seaside town in North Africa by the Mediterranean culture, the whole city is deeply shallow different shades of blue paint out, like bread, like bulging earth house twists and turns together, blue walls, blue ladder, blue door, blue alleys ⋯ ⋯ kids catch a donkey in a narrow alley transporting gas cylinders corner, a man with a barrel of light blue paint paint his shop, spring BUZZ, pure and simple, like the one painting. Because the sea, the air seemed to smell the salty sea air. Town folk tranquil, sea breeze blowing several children play the guitar, North Africa actually a mixture of Spanish song genre. Carefully look at them, long eyelashes, big black eyes, brown skin, is entirely Sanmao book characters!

in this former French national, was constantly in French happily greeted me: "Bonjour!" I waved: "salad Mara ancient!" Like San Mao, like Arabic back to the past. Heard me speak their language, everyone has a little surprised. That is still in French and Arabic greeting,lv2013新款目錄, but after the finish, I and the people at the same back, standing face to face, a little embarrassed,lv2013新款目錄, so to smile, to go their way. The man wearing a white shirt and white pants, a tall, fresh as if a gust of wind the sea. Evening, I'm at the beach eating fresh grilled fish small teahouse, tea table, only in a thick thick Rui Rui fig tree. Soon, two people joined in, was dressed in white, it is encountered in the morning that "fresh sea breeze."