城市之巅在我眼中,彩虹桥上那弯顶弧,是一座城市的巅峰。除了,偶尔落在它肩上的小鸟,以及走累了歇歇脚的云朵。谁能说清,它和天空,有着怎样的交融。那天正午,我从火车站往老街基步行。猛一抬头,蔚蓝,就坐在它的圆弧之上,像一座没有门牌号的教堂。我的眼眶湿了,泪水摇晃一片清澈的无疆。 Top of the city In my eyes, that bend on the Rainbow Bridge Arc is the pinnacle of a city. Except, the bird that occasionally landed on its shoulders, and the clouds that are tired to rest. Who can say it, and the sky, what kind of blend. At noon that day, I walked from the train station to the Old Street. Looked up, blue, sitting on the arc above it, like a church without a house number. My eyes wet, tears shaking a clear borderless.