我所见过的所有生命,从来只是行过,而无所谓完成。——题记走出家门的时候,阳光毫无顾忌地迎面扑来。他微微打了个寒战,扯了扯深黑色呢大衣。活见鬼似的好天气。这样的日子即使没有一场憋闷的雨,至少也该有些风和这座城市习以为常的轻霾。但天蓝得怕人,角落里破落地堆砌着早春的新绿。张牙舞爪的汽笛声碾得他耳朵生痛,油条摊的吆喝声油腻腻地追着高跟鞋和公文包。习惯性地挺胸、抬头、平视前方,挂着和善亲民倨傲弧度,直到破裂翻翘的地砖片绊了他一个趔趄。刚皱了皱眉,旋即泄了气似的 All life that I have ever seen has never been done without regard to what I have seen. - Inscription out of the house when the sun rushed forward without hesitation. He shuffled a little and pulled a deep black coat. Damn good weather. Even if there is no such a feeling of oppressive rain on such a day, at least there should be some wind and the city’s usual haze. But sky blue feared, corner dilapidated piled early spring green. Whistling clatter of whistles grind ear pain in his ears, butter stalks shouted greasy chasing high heels and briefcases. Habitual chest, looked up, as the front, hung the good prince and pride arrogance, until the rupture of tile turned his trip stumbled a wander. Just frowned, immediately venting like