A friend who is about to go to the northwest said to me, he likes this city, just like the northwest. Although it is two different artistic conception, he is sincerely like.
I am a lazy, people who are all being harmonized by the city. I won't compare these two places. The city gave me the material and convenience of survival. I can't leave it, and I will never leave.
Just like this city I live now, the conditions provided are just right. Every day, sitting on a bus, looking at the names of many stores along the way, one is slippery. Familiar supermarket name and the name of the bank. Just like seeing in other cities. Looking at them, I will feel warm.
The neat road, a clean white guardrail, and a car running in the street will make people repeat the illusion. But I believe that every city has its own characteristics, like us, although the same education is accepted, but still has a distinct personality.
This is a heavy city. It is like a new youth, robust, and vitality. And the imprints left by the history have reminded its past.
In the Memorial Memorial Hall, I was gently walking, and my ear has always emited with faint music, like a ghost cry.
On the copper, I put the feet into those footprints and watch the name next to them. Some footprints are very deep, some are very small, and there is only one footprint. These old old people, these cars, witnesses, compatriots.
Empty ground, with curved trails. The roadside is the black stone monument of the letter, which records some bigger battles. The stone wall is the character relief. Cried old man, child. Hate expression, ice-cold gun, broken limb. On the flat stone wall, it is full of the name of the deceased. I looked carefully and touched it with hand. Each name represents a living life, so many Chinese names.
I saw a high-level white bone in a high tall. Transparent glass houses, lying in the colors of the loess, have different skeletons. Broken skull, skewing limbs. Layers. Several copper coins, a thimble, a hairpin, actually became a funerary product.
From a platform to another, there is only the impression of station names anywhere. My map is always in the most conspicuous place. It can bring me to each corner of this city, let me have a shallow conquest pleasure.
In fact, I often act as a role of asking the roadr, when it is said that the destination is not far away. I asked many people, they worked patiently to answer me. I have always believed that after a strange city, asked, it is the best way to communicate and understand. Patient old grandmother, a leisure young woman, old uncle sitting on the wooden chair. I asked them, feeling nearly a lot of people. I am grateful.
On the car, on the road, there are many people. Under the sun, rainstorm. I sat on the bus and looked at these people.
I have a brand of branding. In just two weeks, I looked at it pus, and it was the blood of the red white. Red scars, surrounded by a wrinkled skin. I once horrified whether it would leave a deep scar. Nowadays, it has no difference between it in addition to color, there is no difference else.
this city. Its people. When the ruler is here, people live, busy; when the disaster comes, people live, escape; when they are calm, people live, build. Create a flat road, put on the private bus line on the dense Ma Ma, people will take the bus; digitize the arrival, almost the same moment, people have mobile phones. Subway in the construction. The speed of metabolism is so fast.
I looked at the faint scars on my hand. It turns out that everything is floating.
