A passage describing the city.

1. If I really talk to the cloud, don't take it personally. A city is a place where millions of people live alone.

2. I can't help but recall the night in that city, the brightly lit bonfire, I sat on the rooftop, and the time was short and long, and the wind passed by my ear, bringing the sound of the whole world.

3. The city is like a fading star, tug-of-war with its lonely lamp with brilliant blocks all night.

At night, thousands of lights, high-rise buildings suddenly put on clothes inlaid with gems, and the streets turned into shining galaxies.

Chang 'an is an extremely big city, surrounded by gray brick walls. There are some hemispherical holes in the city wall, and groups of gray donkeys often carry food and firewood into the city. Early in the morning and one night, the city was shrouded in fog. You can't buy bleached cloth in this place. When you buy the whitest cloth, you will find it is gray at first sight. The scene in front of him made Xue Song feel depressed, and over time, his voice became low. In cold weather, he took a breath of white gas. When he looked at it, he found it was gray, too. In this way, the story has a gray beginning, which is consistent with the Middle Ages.

6. The people who get off work, the endless stream of passers-by, the busy streets and the speeding motorcycles compose an exciting "surprise symphony".

7. If you want to get some impressions about this ancient city that modern Paris can't provide you, you might as well climb to a certain height on the morning of a grand festival, Easter or Pentecost, overlook the whole capital and experience the scene of the morning bell ringing for yourself ... Then, please tell me what sound in the world is richer, more cheerful, brighter and more dazzling than this bell. It is better than many stone flutes as high as 300 feet, and at the same time it gives out all kinds of sonorous music, better than this city which is just a band, and better than this stormy symphony!

8. When camel drivers on the plateau see the spires of skyscrapers, radar antennas, red and white wind bags fluttering with the wind and smoky chimneys on the horizon, they will think of a ship, knowing that it is a city, and they still regard her as a ship that takes them away from the desert: a sailboat that is about to untie its cable, and its sails are not fully open yet; Or a steamboat, the boiler on the keel is already shaking; He will think of all the seaports, foreign goods unloaded by cranes on the docks, sailors from all over the world banging their heads with wine bottles in pubs, and the lighted windows on the ground floor of the building, where a woman is dressing up.