last christmas , so clear in memory , i walked in the cold wind , on the street in Dalian .
　　 time is money , but it run so fast !
　　
　　 after too much alcohol at lunch with customers , after having a foot massage , then left the small city and came back to factory .
　　
　　 another city -- Wuhan , wife is rushing for the Christmas discount .
　　i get a cashmere , and son get from cap to shoes .
　　
　　 this coming spring festival , i will stay in factory .wife will come to stay with me , and son , will not .
　　
　　 hope , we are living with , otherwise , you will find life is much more difficult.
　　
　　 my hometown is where my Mum is now , but she is eighty years old .
　　 i need choose a hometown for my growing son . the place where his love
　　 and thought would focus on when he grow up ......
　　
　　 it is a day of celebration , when the familiar music begin to fill my ears , a sentimental feeling , a feeling of slight heartbreak , a feeling of lossing something, slowly , slowly ....surrounding me .
　　
　　 a good day ? or a good future ?