他在清晨的街头看着她迎面走来,然后,两人错肩而过。这一刻,他觉得过了很久。空旷的街,他是背着单薄行囊的过客,可是她,双手像翅膀一样张开,走路的姿势像放肆的舞步,没有背包,长短不齐的零乱碎发,赤脚。他知道对于这座城市,她其实与他一样是异乡人,是心灵的自由不羁使她成为不 He looked at her in the early morning on the street, and the two went by wrongly. At this moment, he felt it for a long time. Empty street, he was carrying thin bags of passengers, but her hands open like wings, walked like an act of presumptuous steps, no backpack, the length of the mess mess, barefoot. He knew that for the city, she is actually a stranger, like him, is the freedom of the mind so that she does not become