"Ready to go to Ukraine?"
"Uh-huh, ready. Two long down jackets, three cashmere sweaters, two down vests, two velvet jeans, a pair of velvet sneakers, a pair of snow boots and some shirts ... "
"... is it so cold? "
"(smiling) It is said that it is below zero 18℃."
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About the scenery.
Covered with dust from Shanghai, Paris and Kiev, when the plane bumped down at Dnieper airport, I was struggling to tie a knot for myself and beat my heart-rending hair. It was not until everyone around me got up and walked down with their luggage that I resigned myself to praying that host would never become an environmentalist, because I needed a lot of water to take care of this three-inch hair that was constantly cut short and messy.
So I ran off the plane with the box at random, but slipped when I got off the gangway, and almost finished the first fall of Ukraine perfectly.
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Ice and snow.
The wind knife hurts people, and the scraped ears hurt. The ice on the ground is ten centimeters thick and covered with layers of snow, making it impossible to guess whether it is soil, mud, lawn or asphalt below. The vegetation is white and soft, covered with sleeping bedding-like snow, but the sidewalk is bumpy. Leaving shoe prints on one foot can actually make the land look cleaner.
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Two days later, it snowed.
The snow I have seen is exquisite and delicate. Six petals neatly tied with twigs, put them in the palm of your hand, turn into water for a while, and then go to the sky somewhere. The snow here is something I have never seen before, but I know why it can be sung as catkins. Thin and long, dry and crisp on the shoulder, shaking and slipping underground, made a vivid face; The lips of lovers kissing on the Dnieper River also dropped a little, stirred by the white breath, melted on the tip of the tongue, and became a little sweet and greasy. On the merry-go-round in front of Passage, the little girl with blue eyes and white hat was holding a lollipop with a few wisps of snow on it. Ignoring the disapproving eyes of her mother below, she licked it and was scared by the temperature of her frozen teeth. Her eyes were full of doubts. Some of them accidentally fell on the statue of Shevchenko, but after a few seconds, they became smart and quietly retreated to the grass in Shevchenko Park, but they could not help being provoked by tourists. Call friends and start doodling on the grass.
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Golden bells and the reflection of neon lights
When I said goodbye to the team leader. Vlad, he gave me a hug and said, "Thank you for your work." I raised my eyebrows. With so many people, so many things and so many interesting comments, why did they come to me and only remember their work?
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About work.
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Obviously, during the interview, I repeatedly stressed that I studied economics. However, when I received the task of talking about sales one month before departure, I still looked puzzled. After all, my consistent selling and self-promotion style is: my product has balabala, so do you think it should be accepted?
In view of my sober self-awareness, I overturned more than half of the ppt and manuscripts I had prepared before, and then fell into an infinite revision cycle. Anya invited us to the music festival and Rodrigo invited us to go skiing, but we were all sent away on the pretext of preparing lessons. New Year's Eve was invited to jiaozi, and I almost blurted out "Sorry, I have to prepare lessons". Later, I felt that it was too disappointing, so I gave up the resistance and followed suit, and then recited the manuscript to my mobile phone on the tram.
This kind of life style, which was ridiculed as too secret, didn't end until the second week after class. Although the last feeling turned it into a pre version of experimental economics, it must be that Uncle Wu had a strong shock to my soul. But when I heard, "Thank you for giving me this lesson. I think this is a product that people are willing to pay for. " My big furry tail can only be found in the sky.
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You are the most desirable future on my wish list.
If life deceives you, еслизньтебяобманет,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient. Не печалься, не сердись!
You need to keep calm on a blue day, вденуныниясмирис:
Believe it, a better tomorrow will come. День веселья, верь, настанет.
My heart yearns for the future, сердцевбудущемивет;
It is often gloomy now. Настоящее уныло:
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass. Все мгновенно, все пройдет;
And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia. Что пройдет, то будет мило.
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About life.
After the second week, two girls in China were absent from work for no reason. Fang Ling said weakly in Rodrigo's frightened eyes, "We need more work." Then, the work came.
The education system in Ukraine is different from that in China. From primary school to high school, they only need to study 1 1 year, and there is no pressure from junior high school and senior high school entrance examination in China. With government funding, there is no choice for schools. Most of them will stay in the same school for a whole 1 1 year. For them, it seems that there is no need for hordes to rush in, and diplomas are just like waste paper, so learning has actually become a rather self-centered thing. They said it was unfortunate, but I thought it was lucky.
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Once in a class at Paulina School. My host has repeatedly stressed that she wants us to be fully prepared, implying that we need to grow up. I asked what the theme was, and Paulina said it was just a chat. So I panicked uncontrollably. The girl has no other skills and is good at chatting.
At the beginning of the class, I ran out of Sherlock with universal values, took a look at the teachers in the back row, assessed the possibility of being kicked out of the classroom by holding another Sherlock fan support meeting in the classroom, and resolutely changed a serious topic.
With silent determination, I smiled and asked please if anyone was interested in poetry. Shu Hua raised a hand, and I thought gratefully, it really gave me face. Then he said, I have a favorite Russian poem, but I only know the Chinese version and the English version, and I have never heard the original. I wonder if someone can read it for me?
When I wrote this on the blackboard, the classroom was quiet. After writing, putting chalk on the table is like throwing sodium into the water. The competition for Pushkin's rhythm is like Mai Ba's tit-for-tat in KTV. It was only after I randomly pointed out a girl who stood up and began to read poetry that the classroom suddenly fell into a solemn silence.
If life deceives you, can you still paint fairy tales on high walls and buy flowers with the money from selling paintings on the street? Will you dress up and go to the theater to watch ballet on weekends? Do you want to borrow a piano from the library and play a poem by Schumann when you are old?
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In 20 16, the per capita GDP of this country is 2200 USD, which is about a quarter of that of China, ranking 127, and even four-lane roads on the street are rare; Under the tug-of-war between the United States and Russia, the Crimean crisis has just occurred, and diplomacy is powerless; The government forces in the two eastern provinces are fighting fiercely with the opposition armed forces, and even suspected that the whole army has been wiped out. Countless wounded and sick people are being sent to hospitals in batches; Some girls' boyfriends are in front, and some boys are going in front, too.
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The war is so close, and the suffering is so close. They are saying "Don't be sad, don't be impatient". They talked openly and happily, flowing naturally, and let rhyme dance on the tip of the tongue. Poetry and songs are sung and recited by them, just as simple as eating and sleeping, entering the bone marrow and dyeing the soul red. They are so cute.
Put love in the gift, waiting for you to open it.
About elegance.
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Grandma is over seventy years old and doesn't need help to walk. Of course, I won't pick up my little granddaughter for school.
Pointed boots, a black fur coat, a small black leather bag bent on the forearm, and a hat with two pearls. The short hair under the brim is neat and meticulous, a little curly and a little snowflake.
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After living in Paulina's house for more than a month, I only learned a few simple Russian and Ukrainian under Paulina's perfect English-Russian translation. I didn't expect grandma, who made the greatest progress in English, to complete basic life communication without Paulina in the last week from the simple hello and eat we just met.
Every morning when I hear my grandmother learning English words on the second floor, I wonder, what should I do when I am old? Grandma's daily life is reading books, listening to classical music from various countries, and then doing embroidery. Embroidery is almost a master, so that after seeing us, she can't wait to challenge the traditional peony in China. Sometimes I go out with friends for a party that is not so high, or three or two people make an appointment to go to the theater to see a play.
Of course, the elderly also have an extremely pleasing specialty, that is, multinational cuisine. My mother's adult was worried that I couldn't get used to the local food, so she brought me rice and mustard tuber, which had already been left in a corner and moldy. Grandma often invites us to eat some of her dishes, sometimes traditional Ukrainian red soup or jiaozi, or French food or even Greek food. So two days before returning home, I looked at myself anxiously in the mirror and felt that I was no different from my Russian aunt.
Love should have a sense of ceremony.
The wedding cake for the children on the third floor was made by her at two o'clock in the morning the night before. It was exquisite and sweet. On New Year's Eve, she specially packed China's jiaozi, opened red wine and presented a pair of red stone bracelets, telling us that she knew that China people pay attention to yes-men; Our great passion for Ukrainian food made her teach us how to make jiaozi in Ukraine. Knowing that I like music, I took us to see Carmen on the last day, which proved to be almost perfect. The last gift was a traditional Ukrainian necklace consisting of thousands of beads, and a letter she copied to the translation software.
Of course, although time and distance are far away, our friendship will last forever. My great grandma!
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Passers-by look back at you, and Santa's heart is pounding.
We like walking with headphones and mobile phones so much that we don't know how many beautiful scenery and interesting people we will miss.
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About beauty.
The Ukrainian nation has a rebellious appearance, which is known all over the world. From the moment when the little brother at the border inspection greeted me and smiled at me, which made me forget the connecting route, to the moment when I saw an Apollo handsome guy on the tram, which made me embarrassed to look at him more. There are also tall women walking in the street in stockings and long coats at MINUS 20 degrees, and young gentle girls laughing under leather hats. When it comes to Ukraine, the first impression is that people are really good-looking. It's nice to see me go out. Don't worry about the image. In short, it's ugly, so it's better to be true.
About soldiers.
When I was traveling in Lviv, I walked into Hatta, Buzata for lunch, and suddenly found that the restaurant was full of uniformed soldiers and there were no empty tables.
"Really ... are you going to sit here?" An officer sat alone at a table for four, moving his plate.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome. China people? "
"yes. We travel to Lviv and like to eat the food of Hatta, Buzata. But I didn't expect so many soldiers here. "
"We are students of Lviv Military Academy. We have a holiday this weekend. Let's go out for a walk. "
"Military academy? I heard that the Eastern Jin provinces are at war. "
"yes."
"Does this affect you ...? "
"After studying for two months, we will go to the battlefield."
silent
"If it doesn't bother me, may I ask ... are you afraid?"
Quiet, quiet
"A little bit. Hmm. "
About skiers
"Stop! Stop. Someone fell! Stop the conveyor belt. "
The ski resort in Dnieper caused a little panic. As the cause of this panic, I am trying to pull out half the skis hanging outside the fence and move them back to the conveyor belt. On the penultimate day in Ukraine, it's a pity that I didn't ski in such a world of ice and snow. So a southern silly girl who knew nothing about skiing happily ran to the ski resort, stood fearlessly on the conveyor belt leading to the top of the mountain, and then fell out of a small ski resort in the prelude before skiing began.
This tragedy reached its climax when it began to officially slide down the slope. In the first third of the journey, I fell from the top of the slope in 20 minutes, and I couldn't put on skis at all on the slope. At this time, I couldn't wait to lie on the board.
Probably because I was too miserable to get up and fall decisively. A little brother clapped his hands and put his skis on the ground to stop me from running to the next somersault and said, "I'll teach you and learn from me." I don't know if he regrets that he didn't assess my weight in advance when he helped me practice moving forward and braking for the first five minutes. However, under his half-baked English teaching, I reached the bottom of the slope smoothly and slowly, and looked at my watch for half an hour. It suddenly occurred to me that this place charges by the hour. I want to buy him a drink and tell him that he is my first teacher. Unexpectedly, he was very excited after listening, and quickly encouraged his "first student" to practice for the second time.
When I stood on the top of the mountain for the second time, a beautiful sister of about thirty years old came up to me. "You did a good job before and learned quickly. Try not to use the brakes this time and slide directly? "
"I'm a little scared. A close call. I'm going to hit someone. "
"You need to practice. Be brave, girl. "
So as soon as I close my eyes, the snowboard slides almost parallel. Under the crazy scream of piercing the sky all the way, I miraculously bypassed all obstacles and rushed to the bottom of the slope through the wind. The speed is too fast. When we reach the bottom of the slope, we can't slow down. Our eyes look around and our hearts beat 180. I found my little sister on my right all the time. She was looking at me with a comforting smile.