Drizzle, fell in love with French window prose.

When I raised my pen, I found that writing articles had become a very painful thing.

I have completely forgotten what happened these two days, and what sentences, words and paragraphs are used to describe it. Of course, if you say something on purpose, you will probably end up moaning and coquetry, which will naturally lead to a sigh of disdain.

..... Forget it, I still want to write what I should, even if I am the only reader! In this way, if a second person reads these words, it will be my victory.

This year, I am more restless than in previous years, and my heart is floating for nine days. I really enjoy this situation, but my family and friends completely attribute themselves to being different, unreasonable and impetuous. I thought about why this happened. First, I didn't follow their established path. Second, I don't agree with their worldview. Third, I am a little envious of my state. Of course, the last one may just be my fantasy, nothing.

Just like drizzle falling in love with French windows, short-lived beauty and long-lasting temperament. This was the last time that beauty and temperament met, but they met beautifully and lingered in their dreams for an afternoon.

This is Yinchuan. It's small, but you still haven't seen every corner of it. For example, you have never been to the airport.

No matter now or in the future, you will go anyway.

The drizzle gives people a warm and soft feeling, and the vast world is its stage. There may be heavy rain and strong wind in the middle, but after the bumps, it will still slowly land on a stable land. This is the destination and the mission. After all, not every encounter with the earth is in front of a quiet French window.

I often envy a high school classmate and a Hui girl, probably because the family education atmosphere is more liberal. After graduating from college, she began to travel around the world. At that time, I had just graduated from college and she swam to Xinjiang. This is the first time we met after four years.

It's not an impression at all

So fond of laughing, so sunny and so calm, even the sound can gently squeeze out the water, which is probably the water in all directions of the motherland, and there are too many inclusive things. And I really can't do it.

Most people, including me, are also giants in thought and dwarfs in action. What you need to pursue all your life will be abandoned or stranded due to various factors, and then you will complain about others. How hateful!

Then, even if there was no landing in reality, I went out. As Chongqing, I don't know whether I am popular or not. This is no problem.

When there is a great contrast between a person's age and what he has seen and heard, you will be laughed at or despised. Even what you don't want, birth and education determine your thoughts and insights. I feel like I'm tossing the pot again. Of course, most people still accept this way to excuse their short knowledge.

In the face of this colorful world, I really know nothing.

At this age, we will work hard because of fate.

When the plane climbed, it almost fainted and saw stars. This is the first attempt. Compared with people who fly in the sky all the year round, I seem so ignorant and naive. Always staring at that small window, looking at another world made up of endless clouds, that is heaven. Maybe the immortals are hiding, and they haven't seen it.

The mountain city is located at the edge of the basin, and the air here is mixed with too much hot air and moisture, which wraps the body and is disturbing. Compared with the refreshing and dry atmosphere in Yinchuan, I can't stand it. Jialing River and Yangtze River meet here, and the distance between tall buildings is depressing. Frankly speaking, I don't like this place. Look at their roads, criss-crossing, sometimes climbing, sometimes along the slope, in addition to the slope, or slope, narrow, so that I am used to seeing Fengcheng Kangzhuang Avenue feel a little pity.

This is a city built by mountains and rivers. It has a long history and exudes an ancient and obscure atmosphere. Just like the scene in "Hot Pot Hero" is generally narrow, just like a piece of cloth that has been washed and mended for decades, washed by rain and washed with hot pot on the rooftop. The distant sky smells of the old city of the Republic of China under dense fog.

Hot pot is a characteristic of mountain city, which is famous for its unique spicy taste in China. There are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the narrow street, and the facade houses are not novel and look very old. In the crowd at night, sweat is inseparable from the hormones of youth. The noise is the fireworks, beauty and rice color in the spicy taste here, which are all part of the passionate night market.

There are so many hot pot restaurants that almost every street is full of people, but each one maintains its own independent characteristics. Mountain people are laid-back and generous; Beautiful women are dotted among tourists, as if they were red peonies surrounded by elegant lilies. Wine must be drunk, and diners have surrendered under the encirclement of alcohol. They had a loud fist fight and an enthusiastic crowd. The history of the capital should also be published to show their erudition. Or you will be looked down upon by beautiful women. This is the city of affairs, and the "rogue" slogan can be seen everywhere in the store. The truest words of this feeling of secret turmoil naturally come out.

It is also true that this long and narrow mountain city with a population of more than 30 million has evolved from freedom and mystery in ancient times to the massiness of the capital of the Republic of China in modern times, and then to the independence of modern provinces. Mystery is her inner attraction, and tolerance is her outer, thick, ancient and unique. Dare to say and do is the temperament of every Chongqing person, whether handsome or beautiful.

Of course, I don't expect an affair or love.

The night in the mountain city is as bright as day. The aggressive development of the city and the expansion of the area are like a rapidly expanding tumor, and the human body is inside, just like a bug. Probably because of this, there is a viewing platform, and only there will we re-establish the illusion that we are the masters of everything.

It is this mountain, also known as Nanshan, where the car spirals up, and when it is near the peak, it is a "tree". That's the observation deck. As for its history, it is named after a tree in Chongqing, and it has been preserved for many years. It seems that history is not long. Let it go.

In Chongqing in the middle of the night, the lights are on. What an ordinary and ancient adjective! However, it can only be described like this. The triangle under the encirclement of two rivers is the center of the mountain city. There are many tall buildings, and the traffic on the Yangtze River Bridge is endless. This is a symbol of prosperity. There are people and vehicles everywhere. Wangjiangtou can miss the past, and if it is poetic, you can recite a few magnificent words to meet the occasion. Looking at the lights, you can enjoy the moment, enjoy the fun of climbing mountains with your beloved, the joy of climbing the summit, and the shyness of taking pictures.

"A tree" leaves different seeds for every visitor.

There are many rivers in the mountain city, and the water vapor is wet and heavy. I am locked in dense fog all the year round, and it will rain from time to time. Sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, there is a red fake flower and a green plant in front of you, and then outside, there is a huge French window wall. Outside the wall, the Chinese toon blocks the sunshine, and the whole small street leisurely carries all kinds of vendors and pedestrians under the canopy. This is a beautiful picture driven by stillness. As long as I sit here, it is the static flow of the whole time.

In an afternoon, thoughts will fly all over the universe, without the limitation of three-dimensional thinking. A good trip needs the right time, place and people. I should be lucky. I always take advantage of the right place and the right time, but I always lack harmony. This is my own fault.

I sat on the sofa like a man. From time to time, Xiaosichuan dialect came from the quiet lobby, which I didn't quite understand. What I long for is a leisurely and quiet environment and attitude towards life. Of course, I just want to lie like that all the time, even if outsiders don't look very ladylike.

There is no drizzle falling, but I exist in front of the French window. This is also an incomplete way. People's love is sometimes like a late drizzle, and it is also a late regret and incomprehensible. At this time, you might as well choose an affair.

Chongqing, just Chongqing.

The Mao Mao rain here will still frequent the French windows here. As long as there is a little mud, she will gently fall to the ground and help him wipe it off meticulously. This is their story.

The story of Chongqing.