1. The flow of people is endless, mostly to reach another city to see the scenery of a different place.
2. Measuring whether a city lives in your heart is like remembering a person, sometimes relying on a certain smell. The smell of a city is the smell of fireworks in the city.
3. Every time I move, I have to carry a few pieces of old furniture and old clothes, so that I have a sense of belonging.
4. The scenery of a city, like an old house in the countryside, is the smell of the years that soaked through the cracks in the walls of the old house after the smoke and fire.
5. Rainy days, the sound of rain ticking, I listen to the rain under the eaves, remember a sentence, life is one after another torrential rain, fate is the umbrella in the wind and rain.
6. On a foggy day, I walked from the road into the alley, wanting to meet a person who was as sad as me, until one day, I found that I was still myself, and the fog suddenly dissipated.
7. I understand that in a city, I will eventually have to complete the swallowing of fireworks alone.
8. The fate of the river is that the river flows endlessly, it thaws in the spring, roars in the summer, and becomes slow in the autumn. It has been flowing all the time, making the ferry of time become a fleeting back.
9. The bright moon shines for a thousand years, it is still the bright moon. The years have changed for thousands of years, the ancient trees have turned into dirt, the sound of the piano in the wind is no longer there, and the pine waves let the stones fly into sand.
10. I sometimes wait for the rain to come in azure. Leaning against the window, standing on the hill, once the wind rises, the clouds of the past will fly from the next life, and the rain of the past will cover my face and fall, making me a chicken in the soup.