他如是说“:上辈子已经在孟婆汤中遗忘了,恩怨不都一笔勾销了吗?”梦行是理所当然的存在。夏夜仰头望天的时候,近乎跌落的眩晕感把你拽进天上的汪洋里去,那儿有白鲨与鲸。你扶着白肚皮逆飞,可以游过城市的霓虹。或是狂风骤起,黄沙急旋,你步履匆促,似入巴丹吉林沙漠腹地,沙峰平地崛起,沟沟丘丘如上帝随手的曲线,路挂在沙坡上,斜在沙坑里。风更猛,你的上身几乎趴在骆驼的 He said: “The last life has been forgotten in the Meng Po soup, grievances are not all written off yet?” Dream is a matter of course exists. When the summer night looked up, the almost dangling sense of dizziness dragged you into the ocean of the sky where there were white sharks and whales. You help the white belly against the fly, you can swim across the city’s neon. Or the sudden upsurge of the wind, yellow sand emergency spin, you walk in haste, like into the hinterland of Badain Jaran Desert, the rise of flat sand hill, ditch Qiuqiu as God readily curve, the road hung on the sand slope, inclined in the sand pit . The wind is more violent, your upper body is almost lying on the camel