Downtown

I have been wandering for many years. When I arrived in a city, I looked for houses everywhere and followed the landlord to go upstairs and downstairs to see four or five places. The houses in the secluded alley are dark and dull, the houses in the suburb have inconvenient transportation, and the houses in the old town are too old. There is a house in the downtown street. Although the surrounding people are noisy, the room is clean and tidy. There is also a floating window with a panoramic view that I like very much in the bedroom. Therefore, I decided to live in downtown street. The house is on the eighth floor. Standing beside the floating window, you can see the ups and downs of the buildings, which are layered and continuous with the moving of the sight, just like the mountains. There are numerous people and mottled streets in the center of the city. Looking down from the windowsill is a deep downtown street. On both sides of the street are rows of shops with colorful billboards hanging. The pedestrians on the street were bustling from morning to night. Waves poured in through the glass window and splashed everywhere in the room. The morning sun slanted through the curtain and fell in front of the window, like a glittering stream flashing. A few pigeons flew in the morning sky, gradually went away, and turned into several black, white and white spots in the sky. The downtown street was like a lion waking up, and the noise began. People gathered in the street, overflowing to the corner and fork of the street. From the windowsill, I saw the children who went to school with schoolbags on their back, the office workers who were in a hurry, and the steaming soy milk and scallion cakes in the breakfast shop, all of which revealed the flavor of life. I was always dim at night when I came back. Bright and colorful neon lights are on the downtown street. Street swamped by people. I really want to see a familiar face in the crowd, a kind smile and a warm greeting, but I am surrounded by strangers. I suddenly felt that the city was extremely strange and indifferent to me. I took the elevator to my residence, and the light in the downtown street reflected from the glass window, as if a gouache painted the night inside into rose color. The whole night sky of the city was also reflected by neon lights into rose color, and I couldn’t see the stars. I think of the night sky in my hometown, which is black and covered with gem-like stars. Lying in bed in the middle of the night seems to be sleepless. It seems that the downtown street is going to fall asleep at this time. The store was closed and the neon lights on were scattered. I could hear the drunkard shouting in the street and several flute fluttering in the night sky. These sounds do not bother the city’s dreams. The city has a broad mind, which can accommodate infinite noise in the daytime; In the late night, the city opens its mind again, which can accommodate countless heavy dreams. I fell asleep unconsciously, dreaming of the starry sky in my hometown and the smiles of my relatives. After waking up, the morning light had spread all over the windowsill. The downtown street downstairs also woke up, like a naughty child, and began to make noise again. I suddenly realized that everything about myself was also contained by the city, including my body and my dream. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…