我喜欢晚上坐公交车。此时的公交车不再拥挤,打开车窗,看城市夜景,享受从车窗里涌进的风轻拂肌肤的舒适,听着车上某个电台主播如清泉般干净纯粹的声音,心也在夜中静静地沉淀。我喜欢城市的夜晚,喜欢一个人安安静静地聆听。黑夜包含着太多情绪,数也数不完,看也看不清。黑,这种最浓稠的颜色,以它庞大的身躯在整个世界来回荡漾,每个人都挣脱不了。它黑压压的一大片,在半个世界的空中笼罩着,一步步地紧逼,一点点地压迫,将最深的眼泪逼出来,将最坚硬的外壳泡软。它让大多 I like to take the bus at night. At this point the bus is no longer crowded, open the windows, see the city at night, enjoy the wind pouring from the window flicker the skin comforts, listening to the car on a radio anchor such as clear spring as pure sound, heart Quietly settling in the night. I like the city night, like a person to listen quietly. Dark night contains too many emotions, the number is endless, can not see clearly. Black, the most intense color, with its huge body in the whole world waves back and forth, everyone can not break free. It is a large dark mass, enveloped in the air in half a world, pressed step by step, a little bit of oppression, the deepest tears forced out, the most hard shell soft. It makes most