When I was entering the boarding gate, it rains outside. I wave to my parents. My mum is crying, and I also feel warm tears flow over my face. ‘Five months might be a short time’ I murmured.

‘Need assistant?’ a gently voice was heard.

‘I’m all right, thanks. I want to stay alone for a while.’

‘OK, the flight is taking off…please…

Then, with a speed of almost 200kmph, our plane rushed into clouds. The buildings, the trees, and the roads disappeared from my sight in a short time.

   Goodbye Chongqing, my hometown, the city of never jazz.

                                  曾经住在这里

                       曾经学在这里