我一个人在这城市。阴天。晨起洗漱,风清冷,天气有变坏的迹象。预报说近日有雾,不知是否会耽搁回乡之旅。吃完早饭,一直埋头忙着一些事,暂告一段落时,愣愣地看了会窗外,才发现外面的天空已经迷茫起来。让人怀念起小时候一个人在大雾里穿行的场景,那都是些柔软的过去,尽管在雾中看不见远方。说到穿行,似乎与寂寞有染。比如城市中穿行,街道纵横,橱窗华丽,人群拥挤,一些人笑容美好,一些人愁云惨淡。我一个人穿插 I am alone in this city. cloudy day. Morning wash, cold wind, the weather signs of deterioration. Forecast said that fog has recently, I do not know whether it will delay the journey back home. After breakfast, has been busy with some things, for the time being, Leng Leng looked out the window, only to find outside the sky has been confused. It reminded me of scenes of a man walking through the fog from a young age, all of which were soft pasts, though no distance could be seen in the fog. When it comes to walking, it seems lonely and infected. For example, walking through the city, vertical and horizontal streets, gorgeous windows, crowds, some people smile well, some people gloomy mood. I am interspersed