平生所慕者,无非花雨入座,与二三子挥麈闲谭,或是风雪当炉,共杯中物竟夕盘礴。但这到底不是现实,现实是我们在城市的霓虹光影里蜗庐伏处,惶惶不知终日,当然可以把自己摆成一副袁安高卧的姿态。出得门来,扑面是千万人如海,振衣长身正要仰天大笑,一个浪头把自己呛回原形,随即被裹挟着顺流而下。城市的大道自是如青天,每一个红绿灯下,却又是无数的歧路,连接着幽深的过去和不知所之的 Life-long admirers, nothing more than rainy day, with the second and the third son of leisure Tan Tan, or when the wind and the wind, a total of a cup of material even eve. But in the end this is not a reality. The reality is that we have a lot of clues in the neon lights of the city, and we can certainly put ourselves in a posture of Yuan An’s high lying. Out of the door, blowing the face of tens of millions of people like the sea, the length of the dressing gown is going to laughter, a wave of their own choke back to their original form, then was coerced down the river. The city’s avenue is like a sky, every traffic light, but countless differences, connecting the deep past and do not know