我一直走,一直走。想停在某个凤凰花开的路口,想起大片大片的梧桐树,想起每一年离别时候的大雨如注。夏天真不是生活的好季节。闷热,不断灼烧的空气,潮湿,聒噪,慵懒,没有食欲,突如其来的暴雨更添闹心。还有,总是清浅的梦境里,炙热的阳光会击破一切温柔幻想,把脆弱与不堪昭告天下。有些人就此离散,有些心情就这么变得黯淡。在回忆里,天光大亮。一些水鸟被惊起冲进云端,启明星摇摇晃晃再也找不着。末日微光,宇宙洪荒,窗外的世界热闹到很荒凉,每一个角落都残余着过往的悲伤。 I always go, always go. Want to stop at a Phoenix bloom at the junction, think of large tracts of plane trees, think of every year when parting rainy. Summer is really not a good season for life. Hot, constantly burning air, damp, noisy, lazy, no appetite, sudden rain more addictive. Also, always shallow and shallow dreams, the hot sunshine will break all the gentle and fantasy, the fragile and unbearable to the world. Some people disperse in this way, and some of them feel so dull. In memory, the sky is bright. Some waterfowl was shocked into the clouds, Venus shook again and again could not find. The glimmers of the last days, the prehistoric universe, the out-of-window world crowded with desolation, and the remnants of past sadness in every corner.