During the day's play so tired of people scattered stands, just want to sleep. Available at night, cool breeze, fresh seaside town - Zhuhai, wrapped in a harmonious, the people can not help but to touch her.
Downstairs is still flow shuttle, does not feel the difference with the daytime. Only a light shade embellishment, so that the sun hovering between static and dynamic city, in the evening to find a sub-freezing. I have never seen such a clean city, such a suitable population, is really one of the sub-rule by more than one sub-rule by less. I do not know is the sun, such as night as quiet, or else, such as pipe-like noise at night. After the northern part of the night time will not shrink like oppressive, on the contrary, but added there is a unique southern city of night, the understanding and connivance and, therefore, lengthening the night every second.
Walking in the roadway, the passers-by walking hurriedly, as I have such a leisurely's actually very little. However, the city can be seen everywhere on my situation gestos to fill the emptiness and loneliness. Only at this time I came to understand, which lights the valuable fishing boat on the travelers. This division of the streets of cities is so affixed Italy, Italian paste into your road at any one unfamiliar Avenue will find several small shops, such as childhood. That sub-kind through the lights along the road and convey, inadvertently eliminating the moment of your strange and upset.
Gradually, the couple way up. In this, one could hear the sea breeze blowing over the palm trees Hua Lala creaked. It has caused the spread thinly in the waterfront street, whisper whisper. Or the opposite direction pass away, or chairs to sit, or walk and talk ... ... At this moment, a personal space has been extended indefinitely, between heaven and earth, leaving only my personal existence. Is the sea front, behind, Zhuhai. Points, a bunch of fireworks couples pierced the quiet road, gorgeous spark landed near a seagoing vessel, let me astonished admiration for fear of fire to an oil tanker. Spark dispersed, all return to the past. No cheers, no one stopped, and some just looked afar. Beauty in the former, why should the private involvement of the United States, was one of the opinion, nothing more. To my surprise, this beautiful couple on the road, as much so sublime territory of the ancient Xian.
Lean on a railing and look, the sea is faint, lovers on the road people, trees acting vague, leaving only the sky the stars bright and the road side of the gorgeous neon. Greeting this night, they started to feel light, such as Chi-a.
Author: cissyyanming
