流离之人追逐幻影,似水流年抚平岁月,家的方向炊烟袅袅,青苔弥漫成眸中名为希冀的曦光。——题记我们跳下悬崖,如雷·布莱伯利所说在下落的过程中长出翅膀。穷尽一生追寻云雾深处的光芒,似乎和谐总在触手可及之处,又迷离虚妄。所以我们冲进暴雨中找寻疯狂,追逐一辆驶向拉斯维加斯的列车,看着身侧绿荫减淡,幻化成苍凉和干枯的空气。我们觐见喜马拉雅最圣洁的 Distant people chase the illusion, like years to heal the years, the direction of the home smoke curl, moss diffused into the pupil name Xi hope Xi light. - Inscription We jumped off the cliff, as Ray Bradbury said Wings were born. Efforts to pursue the depths of the clouds exhausted life, it seems that harmony is always within reach, but also blurred false. So we rushed into the torrential rain looking crazy, chasing a train heading for Las Vegas, looking at the body side of the shade dim, turned into desolate and dry air. We see the holiest of the Himalayas