一直觉得,上海冬季的街头,总是弥漫着一种悲伤而寂寞的气息。无论是走过人潮汹涌的街道,被拥挤的节奏打乱而感到惶恐不安,还是在满是梧桐树和旧洋房的小路上,独自站在锈迹斑斑的门前,让老去的时光填满听觉,又或者坐上一辆公交车,在车尾靠窗的座位,静静地看夜色下不眠的城市,摇曳的街、绚烂的流光、高大模糊的建筑、嬉笑的路人。还是觉得寂寞。在一圈一圈缠绕的时光里,轻轻闭上眼,仿佛回到了那个南洋小城。大海、晨光和蜂蜜色天空,太安静,静得只剩下海的呼吸温柔地 Always feel that the streets of Shanghai in winter, always filled with a sad and lonely atmosphere. Whether walking through crowded streets, being disturbed by crowded rhythms, or standing in a path full of plane trees and old bungalows, standing alone in front of a rusty door, filling in old time Hearing, or sitting on a bus, sitting in the window of the rear seat, quietly watching the city sleepless night, swaying streets, gorgeous streamer, tall blurred buildings, laughing passers-by. Still feel lonely. In a circle around the time, gently close your eyes, as if back to that Nanyang town. The sea, morning light and the sky with honey, too quiet, quiet still only the breath of the sea gently