“夏天在燃烧。”从巴塞罗那机场去市中心的路上,我只想到了这句话。出租车窗外的大片原野,像是巴塞罗那夏日的一面旗帜,我看到了疯狂蔓延开的生命力,夕阳燃成一条微醺的红河,从山顶淌下来,我们在初夏的晚风中潜入了这一片夏日沃土。晚上九点半的巴塞罗那,依旧明亮。穿着人字拖和短裤的人们在浓密的绿荫下漫步,风格鲜明的建筑让城市变成了砖石森林。在加泰罗尼亚的风情中,夏天以一种散漫不羁的模样来到了。 “Summer is burning. ” From the Barcelona airport to the city center, I only thought of this sentence. A large field outside the window of the taxi, like the banner of the summer in Barcelona, ​​I saw the vitality of the crazy spread of open, the sunset burning into a meager Honghe, dripped from the top of the mountain, we sneak into the early summer breeze this one Summer fertile soil. Barcelona at nine thirty in the evening, still bright. People in flip-flops and shorts wander in the greenery, and the distinctive style of the building turns the city into a brick forest. In Catalonia, summer came in a sly and casual look.