行走在城市的边缘（Walking on the edge of the city）.doc

行走在城市的边缘（Walking on the edge of the city） The heart has no place to perch, where are the homeless. I walk on the edge of the city, and forget the way to find an excuse to leave, sigh tactfully, moist eyes, hair in my dream on the other side. The preface I was always in the dawn of the morning, to a strange city, first visited the familiar historical ancient city. Xian. Back beside the train through the cave cave, Sanmenxia, Luoyang city flower market. This train like a slowly old, heavy panting breath, trembling like a micro bumps, the Morningstar liaoluo morning. If I walk alone, was extremely lonely, in the way of life to explore the unknown. A person accustomed to walk a strange road, watching strange scenery and meet strangers, in turn after a new journey. I do not know the habits of a person walking from the habit of a person when, when death and habits of a person, the taste of loneliness, lonely chewing. Enjoy the scenery in the long Yi Ni trip, see Yunjuanyunshu comfortable, enjoy the flowers bloom leisurely. Aftertaste unique Xian branded in my heart, warm and thick atmosphere, and simple, ruinate and Neixiu, not only carries the culture and learn from the new Fashion elements. Then the Royal Park, the darling of meandering boundless, not only penetrates the construction pattern, even the humanities thought with unique superiority of proud posture, I just passing through the city, hurriedly spoke about it behind the veil, joking about Beijing domineering leakage, however in the counter attack after the decadent art All flowers bloom together., deny I was very reluctant the taste of it, a stop, and then continue to find, constantly wandering, and constantly take warm. The cycle, cycle of overlapping oversowing, view the scenery along the way, look at those beautiful flowers, I wither in gazing at the beauty in the depths of memory, will never die. Is used to walk, or love a person not only knows, just wandering, always on the road. Play and the bold, rough a