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I was waiting for my
friend at the long-distance bus station. It was cold in Hangzhou
unexpectedly.I put away into the sleeve of a coat to the fingertip
and I was looking at those who go past, and those who call a visitor.
Soon, his figure which became it precocious for a while went into
the eye, with the impression of those days left. He also noticed
me immediately and is reunion for the first time in two years.
It came out of the gate of the hotel at early morning. Only the
old women who were cleaning the streets, and the headlight of the
cars which goes back gave me the impression about temperature.
I began to walk toward West Lake. It is thought that the way to
there is short than expected. My cold skin became hot. When I arrived
at the lake, the old men gathering in gymnastics have already been
there. I decided to go around the surroundings.
Even if he walks and walks, it has not changed only on the black
surface of a lake lighted by the artificial lights. However, when
it came to the place of the stone bridge which it is boiling from
the west of a lake, the color of the sky began to become thin delicately.
Marathon men passes by me. Air is hard, it is cold and a feeling
is very fresh touch.
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