Tuesday, January 18, 2011

have branches wipe a body


I like summer by a car ring river of car, 34 road or 26 road, a double-decker bus loops wander down. The left side of the river for a while in the Windows, while on the right. The sun through a crystal Bess leaves sprinkled on the compartment, have branches wipe a body, is sometimes prang willows, is sometimes scholartree, still taking white flowers, reached can touch.

A river, nature will have bridge. Wear city in the Yellow River, bring five bridge, iron, cement, black, red, white... My city so not flat piece, a city with bridge, is rich in space up, mentally complex up.

River is a city of luck. River is a city with geographical personality laugh, it makes the city through the river closure, rare baton relevant cities associating the covenant.

I loved to other cities, also is a river city. I have been to wuhan Yangtze river traverses the city, in the ship, visible on both sides of the reed grass and barge into the water portion of the rust on the surface, and painted blue hull, and the waist of semi-nude set and teens.

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