我栖居在一个不带家具出租的房间,空旷而安静。我的书桌临着看得见风景的窗,坐在桌前,我的视线便可以自由地落在窗外的天空、楼群和小路,常有几个小孩子在我的视线里嬉闹——他们用尖叫哭泣和稚嫩的笑声引我的注意,让我感叹他们快乐和无忧无虑。都市的季风毫无规律自由不羁地在楼群间穿梭而过,有时莫名其妙地猛烈,挟裹着人间的烟火,有时又温柔无比,轻轻吹拂着绿叶。我喜欢都市季 I dwell in a room without furniture rental, open and quiet. My desk was near the window with a view of the landscape. Sitting at the table, my eyes were free to fall out of the window in the sky, buildings and paths, and I was often disturbed by a few children in my sight - they Crying with screams and immature laughter drew my attention, let me lament that they are happy and carefree. Metropolitan monsoons are free and unobtrusive shuttle between the buildings, sometimes inexplicably violent, relying on wrapped in the world of fireworks, and sometimes gentle, gently blowing green leaves. I like the city season