正值广州一年一度阴阴沉沉让人有溺水一般无力感的回南天。久未逢晴的天空中,隐约飘荡着几只五彩缤纷的风筝,在风筝线的底下,是一群迎风奔跑的少年。此情此景,恍然想起,自己曾经也是那些放风筝的孩子中的一个。而如今,风筝不知安放在何处,却一直拉扯着我在人世间随波逐流。不知为什么,这时我记起曾经 Positive annual Guangzhou gloomy people drowning general sense of powerlessness back to Nantian. Ching Ching Ching has long been in the sky, vaguely floating a few colorful kites, under the kite line, is a group of teenagers running in the wind. This scene, suddenly remembered that he used to be one of those children who fly a kite. Today, kites do not know where to place, but has been pulling me in the world with the crowd. I do not know why, then I remember once