生活都是不容易的。这一生我们要走那样长的路,会遇见多少璀璨,多少阴暗。你无法预料。这两天,长沙绵绵地下了几场雨,气温骤降,让人的心情也跟着湿润而多思。下班后,我裹紧了针织衫匆匆往家赶,在地下通道遇见了一位大爷在卖唱。大爷的头发已是银白,独独在头顶的一撮留住了黑色,像一个朋克,手里却抱着吉他,靠着身上那一袭浅蓝色的衬衫将整个人的气质往清新里拉了一点,勉强撑住了文艺“青年”的形象。老实说,他的水平实在不敢恭维。音色是干粝的,粗 Life is not easy. This life we ​​have to go that long way, how much will meet bright, how dark. You can not predict. These two days, Changsha, a spontaneous underground rain a few days, the temperature plunged, people’s mood followed moist and thoughtful. After get off work, I wrapped a knit sweater hurried home rush, met an uncle in the underground passage singing. Uncle’s hair is silver, alone in the top of a pinch to keep the black, like a punk, but his hand holding a guitar, relying on the body wearing a light blue shirt to the whole person’s temperament fresh and pulled A little, barely hold the literary “youth ” image. Honestly, his level is not flattered. Tone is dry, rough