春天到了,但天色渐渐暗下来的傍晚,春天的风却可以很萧瑟。当街上空无一人、来往的车辆开着惊恐的车灯匆匆驶离仿佛逃难一般时,我不由地觉得有些紧张。走过锁门关灯的一个个店铺,眼前的这立交桥突然有点家门口那火器营桥的模样,但这儿又压根儿没有世纪城地带生机勃勃的老头和小孩,雷同的只是路上飘飞的塑料袋,如一群痛苦的小花狗疯狂扭 The spring has come, but the darkening sky comes and the spring wind can bleed. When there was nobody on the street, and the traffic lights hurried off in horror, I felt a little nervous. Through the lock the door lights off one by one shop, in front of this overpass suddenly a little home fire that bridge Campfire looks like, but here again there is no century-old city lively old man and child, the same is just drifting plastic Bag, such as a group of painful floret dog crazy twist