在这座闻着风都会做梦的城市里,被世间好物温柔对待的人们,胸腔里装着满满当当的归宿感,以一种朴实而又温情的生活,温暖着这里的一砖一瓦。小城的日子过得如同江南桥底细瘦的流水,零散的细节在一切记忆里还魂,它们随着汩汩泉水滋润人们干涸的心,霎时冲破紧闭的记忆闸门,都鲜活地奔涌在我面前,一路流淌着幸福的味道。细水长流无论太阳升到怎样的高度,散射出怎样的炽热的白光,这个城市永远有一半温柔地 In this city where the wind is somber and dreaming, people who are treated gently by the good things in the world are filled with full-fledged feeling of dignity and a warm and tidy life with warmth and warmth. Small town lived like a thin stream of water on the southern end of the bridge, fragmented details in all memories of the revival, they moisturize the hearts of people with the stagnant spring water, instantaneous break through the closed gate of the memory, are vividly rushing in front of me, Flowing happy taste. No matter what the height of the sun rises, what kind of hot white light shines, the city will always be half gentle