一圆明园得一个人走,得在迷蒙雨日。我来了,在癸巳初夏,撑一把伞,流连了一天。关闭手机,不停地走,几乎无话,又仿佛呐喊不止,口干舌燥。腿不疼,眼不疼,说心疼吧,有点矫情。但我真不知是哪儿疼,反正有个地方疼,一阵一阵的,其他器官都麻木。好久听不到自己的脚步声了,盈耳听到的是嘈杂的排队声,点票子声,无节制的笑声,网民粗暴的嚎叫声,我被声音淹没。而一入园门,就听到 A Yuanmingyuan one person to go, must be on the rainy day. I came, in the early summer of GUI Si, hold an umbrella, hang around for a day. Turn off the phone, keep walking, almost no words, but also if not cry more, dry mouth. Do not hurt the legs, eyes hurt, said it distressed, a little hypocritical. But I really do not know where the pain, anyway, there is a local pain, while the other organs are numb. Long time I can not hear my footsteps, ear ear is heard in a noisy queue, counting votes, unbridled laughter, Internet users rough howling, I was flooded. When I got in, I heard it