A two-yuan limousine passed by the bridge. Buildings with white and gray as the main colors of buildings constitute the color of a city. This is the only thing I can think of after I put away my umbrella and collapsed in my seat for ten minutes. The girl next to her wore a light green skirt and a pair of sandals with extremely simple lines, which looked particularly cold. I put the white coat on the black half sleeve to form a strong contrast.

The background color of Guangzhou is gray, no matter how bright the surface color is. Like a pale hand. After a manicure, it drew exquisite patterns and held up a full glass of red wine, which was enough to tempt many people. But if the color is removed, it is just a simple hand that controls the size of the palm and lacks charm. I was told to go to Beijing, finish my postgraduate course and try to live and work in another city. The color of Beijing is a little red. It is said that a brick fell and killed five people, two doctors and three graduate students. I have lived in that place for two months and have no intimacy. The continuous rhythm and the flying Beijing movies make people nervous.

Tear open the inside story of life on the internet for people to see. Stranger or not.

Wan said it takes courage.

Fingertips smell of smoke. At noon, three people go to eat, drink, smoke and chat freely. Sitting on the kang of the northeast people, cross-legged or kneeling, drinking a catty of rice wine seems very high. I can't be true to cigarettes, and I even get tired of the nicotine smell between my teeth every time I experience cigarette smoke. Xiangzi said that he would personally package jiaozi for us at his home full of wine bottles. I still miss his Dalmatian. Last year, he put on a sweater and took a picture of the puppy. I smiled and thought the little guy in the sweater was really cute. But Xiangzi said that he had given away Dalmatian. I asked him, do you really want to? Bing smiled at me stupidly: give something you like to the person you love, and you will be willing to give it up.

Maybe there is a connection. People close to me said they would come to see me. They think I'm not doing well. But I think I'm actually fine. Really, I won't lie to you.

Zhang said that one and a half years of work was abused by the leaders, and I lost my reason and temper. I used to, but now I can't. Slowly find the word "character" and put on the black rose ring again. A woman who doesn't belong to the red rose, delicate and charming, pierced a man's heart with a thorn. The metaphor of black rose is more appropriate, and it doesn't matter whether it fades or fades. It is a tenacious flower. Silence is usually unknown in the red sea, but when it is open, it is enough to become an alternative perspective in the red sea.

They said they liked my hands. Zhang advised me to take good care of it. Xiangzi said that when you helped me repair my computer, your hands jumped on the keyboard. I think it's really beautiful. I remember that I began to write this diary-style prose by shedding my skin. No one knows that it still has this warm winter after the ugly transformation every summer. However, this is also the first time to get a good experience from hands: it keeps changing and never stops.

I saw the classic lines in Tokyo Love Story in a child's notebook, which is the kind of dialogue I like. Wan Zhi: Hey, I never understood what was in such a big bag. Li Xiang: Love and hope! Li Xiang is the woman I have always liked, but there will never be a second Li Xiang in Japanese dramas. I once touched the whole set of VCD I bought in college and felt very happy. Sometimes I just want to be a simple and direct boy like Li Xiang. But is it okay?

Christine covers Pu Shu's "Those Flowers" in MV: Forget about some stories before they are finished! Those feelings have been difficult to distinguish between true and false in the years, and now there are no flowers here, but fortunately you have had your spring and autumn and winter and summer. Are they all old? Where are they? So we parted ways. La la la la, I miss her. La la la la, is she still driving? La la la la, go! They have been blown away by the wind and scattered around the world.

I have been tossing about the template settings of my blog from early morning to 2: 30. There are flowers and plants, bright green background and some small pictures. If time takes away the spring, autumn, winter and summer in life, if complexity takes away the freshness and beauty of this city, then I want to find them in the network and continue.

Zhang Ailing wrote such a sentence in Talking about Music: Things like color are miserable only when there is no color; Anyone who is concerned is always comforting and makes the world look more real. In fact, I know that even if the city is only gray, it can make the world look more real.