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习惯把自己禁锢在一座城池里,不能也不想出城。斑驳的城墙,蜿蜒的石板路,雨落如丝的日子,看涟漪微漾,点点伞花旋转于街头。擦身而过的人,带着些许神秘,把不曾熟悉的背影印在水墨的城市中。这是我想象中带
Habit to imprison yourself in a city, can not and do not want to out of town. Mottled walls, winding stone road, rain fell on silky days, watching the ripples of micro-Yang, a little umbrella in the streets. Passers-by with a little mystery, not familiar with the back of the print in the ink city. This is my imagination belt