I hate this bloody weather, the days in new york than i imagined but also difficult, unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar environment, strange people, or a different color, on the street, and there are a few i am the same face, it is little, i would like to leave here, but theres too much choice, in las vegas this bloody place, who will go to bed at night, here in the evening carnival, and do not see on the street during the day to the people who really do not know is that foreigners than the chinese do not like the old kevin asked me why i do not call him, he did not know how i am busy, busy to buy a phone card does not have the time, let alone to buy mobile phones, other people are thinking how good life abroad, but never thought of the hardships of life in a foreign land, a foreign language, unfamiliar country, can be found on the street and you say a few common language, not to mention my friends less and less and less and you have no one to speak, pengfei and herman went to africa, malaysia, jia rong, jin wei of hong kong, the republic of belarus pavel back, and juan have to go to taiwan, there are still abin singapore, my friend to have a strange place, and i a year ago, has returned to the starting point, no friends, not about the person, a person in the world, more boring, the better busy working to water down all my worries, i think secretary wave dayton to take a look at kevin, i do not know whether this good brother in the united states, this is only my hometown, but it can not draw, to go around, whether or not to find that the feelings of loss for a long time, but how it does not feel that courage, maybe i should have long memories that come out, but there was tremendous pain, moon may have been the name should not exist and why every time i look at the night sky, the moon is also the last time around in, it seems that my father should not take me by the name of a small xingyue, but i should not be called moon, because i do not want to call on children, i prefer to call themselves only green from start to finish, hey, it seems i miss my home is a
我讨厌这该死的天气，在纽约的日子比我想象的还要难熬，陌生的地方，陌生的环境，陌生的人，而还是不同肤色的人，在街上，有几个和我是同样的面孔的人，那真是少的可怜，我想离开这里，可是又有太多的无奈，在拉斯维加斯这个该死的地方，有谁会在晚上睡觉，这里晚上狂欢，而白天街上看不到人，真的不知道外国人就是比中国人不一样，凯文老问我为什么不给他打电话，他不知道我有多忙，忙到去买个电话卡的时间都没有，更不用说去买手机，别人都以为国外的生活多么好，可是没有想过在异乡生活的苦，陌生的语言，陌生的国度，在街上能找到几个和你说共同语言的人，何况我身边的朋友越来越少，少到没有一个和你说话的人，鹏飞和赫尔曼到非洲去了，嘉容到马来西亚了，金伟到香港了，帕维尔回了白俄罗斯，而鹃也要到台湾了，还有阿斌还在新加坡，我的朋友都到了陌生的地方了，我一个又回到了一年前的原点，没有朋友，没有牵挂的人，一个人的世界，多无趣，还好忙碌的工作冲淡了我所有的忧愁，我想到波司顿去看看凯文，不知道这个大哥是否还好，在美国，我只有这个老乡了，但实在抽不了时间，想去走走，是否能找到那失落很久的感情，但心里却怎么也没有那个勇气，也许我早就应该从那段记忆里走出来了，但心里还是有无比的痛，月儿这个名字也许本来就不应该存在，而我为什么每次看着夜空里的月亮还在过去的时光中徘徊，看来我父亲不应该给我取个小名叫星月，更不应该叫我月儿，因为我不想叫月儿，我宁愿自己从头到尾都只叫青青，嘿嘿，看来我又是思念我的家乡了