一个人静静地走在小城的街头,没有那份喧嚣,没有人来人往,只有远处的霓红灯在闪烁,耳旁只听得夜幕中自己那缓慢而又清晰的脚步声。我走着,任凭橙红的路灯把我的影子一会儿拉长、一会儿又缩短。虽是夏夜,风却穿过那薄薄的衬衫,吹得我好凉,也许是初来乍到还未适应小城的那份清静,我的脑子里从此刻下了这么一幅小城的夏夜图:孤寂。自那以后,常常是呆在家里,再也没有空闲出来,而当我那颗失落的心 A quiet walk in the streets of the town, no share of the hustle and bustle, no one coming and going, only the distant neon lights are flashing, hear only the night in my own slow and clear footsteps. I walked, despite the orange red streetlight my shadow for a while elongated, while shortening again. Although it is summer night, the wind but through the thin shirt, blowing my cool, may not be the first to arrive at the quiet part of the town, my mind from the moment of such a small town of summer nights map: Lonely. Since then, I have often stayed at home, never vacated, and when my lost heart