灯火阑珊。风景,有腐朽的味道。我正走在华灯初上的街道,看着无数落拓的背影在霓虹灯下穿行,如同斑斓的鱼群,眼神里装满空洞。这样的都市生活似乎已经蔓延到世界各个角落,密不透风的水泥森林里再也长不出一朵温暖的花。也许那些有着公文包般冷峻脸庞的人们,曾经也有过幼稚且感人的梦想,他们或许 Lights dim. Landscape, decadent taste. I was walking down the street at the beginning of the Chinese lantern. I watched the innumerable unfocused figure go under the neon lights, like a gorgeous school of fish, full of empty eyes. Such urban life seems to have spread to every corner of the world, and the celestial cement forest no longer grows a warm flower. Maybe those who have a brief face like cold-blooded people, there have been naive and touching dreams, they may