Essay "The Stranger"

"That place can go back, but people can no longer gather" This sentence once again pulled me to a beautiful past, when the cowardice, decay, disdain for the world, I will cherish a little more time. At that time, the place where I lived was called "Shanghai", the iron plate of the dock had been hanging there for decades, and the strength in the wind was the violent soul of all foreigners, and it was the silent and quiet of the night that there was nowhere to be placed, and the outline in my heart was indeed the perfect home. I hated my face so much that I couldn't cut the flesh of my heart...