造物不至于如此倾斜吧?地表的皱褶,岁月的锈蚀,灰蒙单调、苍凉地横在眼前,除了旷漠依然是旷漠。绿色哪里去了,泉流哪去了?换了火车又换汽车,进入视域的仍旧是这霭气的景观,心被踢了一下,忧戚小我被踹了一下。我在位子上坐直身子,此刻承受的挑衅与刺激是无疑的。来自纷纭迷离的都市,层楼堆叠中天空只剩下零碎的通窄,眼前的广 Creation is not so inclined, right? Surface folds, years of rust, gray monotonous, bleak landscape in front, in addition to desert is still deserted. Green where to go, where the spring flow? For the train and change the car, into the sight of this is still the landscape of this gas, the heart was kicked a bit, worry about the individual I was a bit. I sit upright in the seat, at the moment to withstand the provocation and stimulation is no doubt. From the blurred city, the stack of floors in the sky only fragmented narrow pass, the immediate wide