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We all walked together under the same blue sky

Time: 2013-07-10 Source: Reprinted Edit: Love Reading: Times

Music is heard at sunset and dusk, glanced at, mottled colors in the eyes, only red is the most beautiful .

In midsummer, the sycamore trees are located on both sides of the street according to the distance, beautifying the city where there are only few people, giving us a little breath of nature in the green forest, trickling water, listening to her talk, Smelling her scent gently gives us only a good vision, not an ordinary heart.

The zebra crossing has been rubbed by our footprints and left traces of time. The traffic lights on Xin'an have been covered with a thin layer of dust and towering street lights. In the coming night, there are infinite lights and storms. In the sun, he is still standing upright, and sometimes people are not as good as a street lamp, always holding a heart that can't be erected.

Shops, restaurants, etc. on both sides of the street were dazzled by neon lights with extremely shining signboards. The landlords who were busy setting up stalls, pushing a cart full of goods, arrived only a few In the area of square meters, helplessness, boredom, tiredness, and various rich and strange expressions naturally flow on their faces, but we must look at each other with a smile and look at us without chattering. Some even chatter. A few words of ignoring the answer, even, even ... everything is part of our lives .

At night, the street is always full of people. Most of the people who go shopping are women. They always carry colorful bags in their hands and wear beautiful and stylish clothes. They show a pair of beautiful legs that are imaginative. Walking solemnly forward, a pair of dark eyes glanced long ago, revealing a soothing expression, and continued to look for the next eye- catching spring .

Under the night sky, the air is more sweltering, and the sound of flip-flops "click" is a weak voice in this Qianmo crowd. The street under the skirt and pants, various colors of plastic, diffuse the street. Everywhere on the corridor, crowds crowded both sides of the road. Various types of vehicles were driving on the wide but narrow concrete road. The sound of whistle could not cover the noise of the whole city.

The flowing crowd is like the hourglass of time, and the seconds and minutes are hard to bear. All we have is the Lisao of memories. In the city of seven emotions and six desires, everyone has his emotions and wants peace, but he can't help himself. The old time will eventually pass. Everyone will lose the precious tree of life, and one day will die. The changed one is different from the previous one. The place under our feet will always be the same color and strong city fragrance.

Under this same blue sky, we have all walked together. In the world where we are familiar with each other, it is better to go in the mood and walk again. There may be new scenery under this sky.

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