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For a while, the winter in Sydney was very cold and the wind was so strong that it rained in the city one year. I heard that every trash can was full of waste. umbrella. The next day, I saw advertisements for jackets everywhere, and when I bought one, I realized that they were all wet. When the wind blew, my head and feet were soaked. No wonder the merchants even sold pants, hats, and shoes. Later I discovered that the old-fashioned big long-handled umbrellas used by Sydneysiders are double-layered and reinforced, no matter how old-fashioned they are, you have to get one.

When I rush home from get off work on a stormy night, the "rail way" train system, known as the "fail way", is usually delayed for more than half an hour, and it is still parked on the road at 7:30. After getting off the train, the wind was everywhere.

Walking under the light of the street lights, I saw the brightly lit apartments in the distance. It was great. There is always the light of home at the end of the night. After returning home, my father was cooking abalone and chicken soup, my mother was setting the plates, and my husband was showing off his steamed scallops with vermicelli.

In my sixth year in Sydney, this city has become so familiar to me. I am familiar with running around every corner of the city, and I also remember the names of every restaurant on the roadside at home, the egg pancakes at the train station, and the Dongbei dumplings. There is Cantonese barbecue at the corner of the street, Shanghai steamed buns downstairs, and Sichuan hot pot at the other end of the street. This street is like a fusion of the whole of China, and at the very end of the street, in the tall apartment, is my little home.

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When I first came to Sydney, I lived on the 39th floor of an apartment in the city center. Because of the excellent location, the landlord utilized the two-bedroom apartment to 200%. The master bedroom was shared with a pair of girls studying abroad together. Although the second bedroom was small, it was divided into two rooms for rent. I live in the living room, and the balcony is small because of its size. The property is rented to a mother and daughter. In this way, my rent at that time was also 180 Australian dollars a week (equivalent to more than 1,000 yuan a week at that time). I heard that compared to the one who rented out the whole corridor next door, this landlord is not too crazy.

Due to the high floor, the lights of Darling Harbor can be seen from the living room in the distance, so the landlord calls this a "luxury sea view apartment". After everyone falls asleep, in front of the small window that belongs to my partition, the city lights are beautiful. The wind in Sydney is also the gentle sea breeze. On the 39th floor, there will occasionally be late-night visits to people perching on the window sill. Pigeons, I occasionally feed them some bread for their hard work on the journey, and they are actually willing to come over every day for a walk and a midnight snack.

I am very contented in my small house, and I feel quite leisurely like "This is a shabby house, but I am virtuous and kind". During the day, I also walked through the bustling Chinatown, walked past the beautiful Darling Harbor fountain, climbed up the high iron bridge, and watched the incredible blue water below reflecting the sunlight, and the old warships were moored in front of the Maritime Museum. There are restaurants and bars surrounding Darling Harbor, where people listen to music, drink and eat. It's lively, but not as beautiful as looking at it from a distance at night. At that time, the noisy Sydney belonged to the world, and the quiet lights belonged to me across the ocean.

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My boyfriend is renting a house in Melbourne, in a small house near the school. The grass in the yard has grown to half the height of a person. The neighbors complained about snakes. Several of their international students There was no lawn mower. After harvesting by hand to no avail, I was finally willing to rent a lawn mower to solve the problem. It was just such a hut, and I had a place to stay when I passed by. But because we are across the state, there are not many opportunities to take a long vacation from work to travel.

Every time I go, I have to go to the unknown Liangpi shop at the door to get a bowl. The boss is an authentic Xi'an native. His family immigrated to Australia and opened a small shop. There was nothing to eat. I only bought Liangpi and Roujiamo. The Liangpi is homemade and very chewy. I am a southerner and have never had anything like this in China. It requires shredded cucumber and a lot of chili peppers. It's also open late at night. The boss said that at 11 o'clock, there were calls from nearby students who wanted to come over to buy late-night snacks and told him not to close the store. At that time, Melbourne was safe at night. Sometimes I forgot to lock the door, but nothing happened.

We just wandered around and ate cold skin as a midnight snack. We also ordered a few skewers of mutton and eggplant from the barbecue stall next door, and ate slowly while walking back. My first impression of Melbourne was the small light in the snack bar late at night. In the cold wind, we could sit down and grill a few skewers together. "It's snowing in the evening, can we have some mutton?" ”

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I don’t remember how many years ago I came, but the Sydney City Government started a light show. The entire city is brightly lit for a month, and the customs building's music and light show is a beautiful combination of architecture; the "eggshell" of the Sydney Opera House uses lights to interpret a different story every night; the Santa Maria Cathedral's The lights interpret the kind Virgin Mary; tourists from all over the world flock to Sydney to visit this annual light festival.

That year, my husband and I watched the light festival at a tavern in the Rocks. After ordering two steaks, the boss invited us to choose two pieces of raw meat. We were dumbfounded when we discovered that their tradition is to choose the meat ourselves. Bake it yourself. Great, this is very Australian! My husband rolled up his sleeves and went to barbecue, and by the way, he was able to chat with a group of men by the stove. A few years ago, he was indignant and silent when others said "we are in Australia" during an argument. Now he can calmly chat with others about Chinese culture and Chinese technology. (Of course, I also learned to quarrel)

That year, we took our family to watch the Festival of Lights in the rain at the Roundabout Railway Station.

The weather was quite cold, but the parents were busy taking videos with their mobile phones, and the baby was confused and didn't know how much he understood. That year, we took a cruise with our baby to watch the Festival of Lights. She had grown into a cheerleader who could run around and clap and say "Wow!". The big ferry was also "Wow", and the opera house was also "Wow". The colorful lights in the sea are also "wow", and the sunflower lights planted along the coast are also "wow".

That year, almost ten years have passed; that year, after moving countless times from a small living room in the city, I moved into a cozy little house in the forest; That year, the tableware at home changed from a small milk pot costing ten yuan to a kitchen cabinet full of pots, pans and spices that I couldn’t even identify; that year, I still retained the skill of scrambling tomatoes and eggs. At the same time, I also learned how to bake cakes with buttercream decorations; that year, I no longer felt that the English around me was scary, and began to popularize China’s Double Eleven with my colleagues in Australia; that year, I wanted to face the lights The dazzling Sydney Harbor says "hello" loudly.

Sydney, please light up the lights tonight for me, for the overseas Chinese, for the friendly Australians in Sydney, and for the tourists from across the ocean from all over the world.

I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady.

As the wind blows, the wind blows, and the snow flies and the sea becomes cool.

After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.

I wonder if Lingnan is a good place, but I think this is my hometown.