习惯在华灯初上时候漫漫走过嘈杂的大街,看城市扑朔迷离的灯火霓虹;看路人神情凝重的行色匆匆。夜空中的晚霞煽着鬼魅的笑,色彩斑斓。残阳如血,一点一点坠入深邃的海天相接的终端。是这样的,每个黄昏与夜晚交接的边缘,以每种变换的心态去迎接。完全不同的两种脸孔,完全不同的两 I used to walk through the noisy streets in the early days of the Chinese lanterns, to see the city’s bewildering lights and neon lights; to see passers-by looked dignified and hurried. The evening sky glows with a ghostly smile and colorful. The blood of the sun was a little bit falling into the deep sea and sky terminal. This is the case. Each edge of the evening and night is met with every kind of changing mentality. Two completely different faces, two completely different