在一个地方窝久了,乍一出来,就觉得什么都新鲜,连空气都不一样了。一路辗转,渐行渐远,新鲜很快变为陌生。到了南京,已近黄昏了,陌生的楼群,陌生的车流人海,陌生的纵横交错的高架桥,陌生的层层叠叠的千年老树……都笼罩在金红色的光晕中,淡漠无语。置身于一个完全陌生的环境,一时觉得自己都是陌生的了。我不是孤旅他乡的游子,可以像“夕阳西下,断肠人在天涯”这般把旅愁品得这般意味无穷。才出来两天,就被儿子纯真的小模样勾扯的失魂落魄的,只想尽快找到江苏作协创办的“散文作家读书 A long time in a place, at first glance, I feel everything is fresh, even the air is not the same. All the way removed, drifting away, fresh soon became strange. Arrived in Nanjing, almost dusk, strange buildings, strange sea of ​​cars, unfamiliar viaducts criss-cross, strange layers of old trees ... ... are enveloped in the golden red halo, indifferent speechless. Exposure to a completely strange environment, a moment feel that they are unfamiliar. I am not a solitary traveler, can be like ”sunset, heartbroken man in the horizon,“ so sadness goods so much. Only came out two days, was the son of innocent little chain pull out of distraught, just want to find Jiangsu Writers Association founded ”prose writer reading