Walking, I got here.

The weather seems to be warming up again, no wonder we always compare it with people's mood, and there are similarities and differences. Maybe many people's moods are influenced by the weather. So you often see his sunny smile, and often capture the coldness of his half-closed eyelids and brow.

I haven't walked like this for a long time. When the warm wind blows, I take away the sweat on my body, the cool feeling, and the cool air passes through my chest to my heart, the most authentic breath.

I haven't walked like this for a long time. There is intoxicating noise in the West Park. Sister Luo seems to have forgotten her way. There is a stone bridge without railings on the rushing river. I said, just walk like this, you can always get there.

Say goodbye to the green grass and the shade that can rest anytime and anywhere. Our farewell always starts with your smile, so I can't bear to look back at your waving arms, and you can't bear to let my back disappear in front of me.

However, there are so many people who like to say goodbye to welcome their growth.

Sometimes the road is so narrow that two people will bump into each other side by side. Some people have to make way in front, and no one can fight for it behind. But why is it so spacious here?

The big rectangle is covered with golden sprinklers, and the spring water washes away at will, and pure white permeates the hotel base. Parking is not allowed here, and there are silver chains around it. I remember that the original path was only as long as the shadow of a small sapling. I also want to go to the night market in the north gate, where noisy voices echo from person to person.

Area, you can see that you and others are in different directions. I looked up, and Sheraton's signboard seemed to soar into the sky in Urumqi, swaying in the clear sunshine. .

The shops marked with English letters are arranged in two rows, neatly like a straight line, except for the big "LV" next to them, and occasionally I hear the angry young man _ Si stare round his eyes and say "donkey". What's left? Perhaps the brand is one of the symbols to measure the living standard, or not, or it may be the pursuit of ecstasy and the extravagance of conformity.

Just two blocks away, no shopping plaza occupies the glory of a whole street as beautifully as "Meimei". Taibai, Friendly, Century Golden Flower, Carlos, supermarkets, food stalls, sugar-coated gourd cabinets, and big iron stoves for baking sweet potatoes are all crowded together to compete. Is that so? .

What is commendable is that the smell of toast occupies your broken taste buds, and you still smile, revealing the lip corner of a bamboo chopstick: "Welcome".

Large and small vehicles crowded in front of us, in a dilemma. I am puzzled: how did the old car owner who loved to spit at that time come in?

If only I could remotely control the car, I would send a remote control to each security guard, which is convenient for command and will not stop at random. Then I'll resign immediately and take command! Turn the parking lot into a bumper car parking lot!

After traveling through these places for a period of time, I always feel that I am a passer-by, no matter what kind of noise, I don't belong to myself.

Perhaps, the park, the lush shade, is mine, or perhaps, the swing that the children in the community are scrambling to grab is mine.

Perhaps, there is another place where the beach overturned by the waves brings a sparkling stretch. I ran to the horizon with my bronze forehead, saw the horizon where the ends of the earth meet, saw myself running in the clouds, and saw the sweetness of my dreams blooming on the white roof, which was mine. Hey hey. . . . . . Beautiful!