行走,于我而言是一件简单、快乐的事情。快乐源于思想可以自由飞翔,不受地域的局限,不被环境左右,可以从庸俗直接遥想到无法触及的圣洁的谷地,也可以从自信的高处跌落到自卑的深渊。夜,有风吹来。裙裾宛如羞涩可人的弱女子,在温柔的风中等待被轻轻开启的时刻。夏日的夜来的晚,体育场内装满了或是苗条、或是臃肿、或是青年、或是老翁,也许为了赢得健康,也许为了甩掉赘 Walking, in my case is a simple, happy thing. Happiness stems from the idea of ​​freedom to fly, not geographical constraints, not by the environment, you can directly from the vulgar to reach the inaccessible holy valley, you can also fall from confidence to the abyss of inferiority. Night, the wind comes. Skirt like a shy and pleasant weak woman, in a gentle wind waiting to be gently opened the moment. The evening of the summer night, the stadium is full or slim, or bloated, or young, or old man, perhaps in order to win the health, perhaps in order to get rid of