Guo Xiaopeng took Chi Yiqiu to the pilgrimage city, Chi Yiqiu looked at the city, how could he describe it with the word shock.

The world in front of him was a world he had never seen before, with tall buildings lined up one after another, wide roads, and a dazzling array of new things.

Guo Xiaopeng remembered that he was in the city before, those beautiful cities, and remembered a lot. The charm of those cities is still in my heart......

The city is full of high-rise buildings and bright lights. The traffic is busy, and the hustle and bustle is lively. The mall displays all kinds of world-famous brand clothing of great value, luxury cars of various brands speed on the streets, luxury feasts in the hotel are table after table, game after game, the streets and alleys are full of neon flashes, singing and dancing, and the air is full of avant-garde fashion...... Luxury house costumes, shark fin sea cucumbers, golf, gymnasium, flashing lights, press corps...... What I heard and witnessed was a maze of images of various desires and temptations.

Although the lights of this city are beautiful, they contain a lot of bitterness of vicissitudes. Running around every day, shouting constantly, and pretending constantly, is it happiness behind the gentleness? Or do you have to learn to bear the loneliness of a person after all? I once fantasized about a paradise and a cottage by the sea. You can touch the spring flowers or face the sea. It is as if we are trapped in the prison of this city, giving ourselves nothing more than a small attic, waiting for loneliness to come.

When the night invades the bustle of the city, we just make an excuse for ourselves - to rest. The crescent moon outside the window, drifting in the dark blue world, tells those lonely passers-by with its bright light that there is at least a companion. I like the night, and I like the light of the moon. Turning the pages of the book that I was too lazy to read, I still like the one called "The Ferry" the most. Life is full of ferries, just like the crossroads of the city, and no one knows what the scenery will be like at the next stop.

The night is like a shy girl, she stretches her waist quietly, maybe she walks through the bustle. Disguise after disguise, life dominates loneliness after all. Even when friends are together, they are nothing more than talking about business, what's wrong, as if they have nothing to say when they meet, this should be the loneliness between friends! The red grape juice in the goblet and the delicious food on the table are a friend's loneliness. What exactly do we have left?

The city is prosperous, and in the hustle and bustle of the city, people use another way to spend a beautiful spring. In the supermarket, people crowded around, picking out all kinds of things and rushing to buy New Year's goods; on a corner of the street, a few elementary school students held small firecrackers in their hands, lit them with lighters, closed their eyes, and listened to the beautiful music mixed with the sounds of the firecracker autobots; at night, the square was brightly lit, and there were people who made balloons, set up stalls, children who held glow sticks, toy guns, and people who played badminton...... For people in the city, the word that can better show the concept of spring is the word "trouble". This "noisy" highlights the enthusiasm of people in the bustling city for spring and the beautiful pursuit of a new life.

Gray streets, gray houses, gray vehicles, gray people—the whole city is shrouded in a solemn and suffocating gray.

The night view is a place for people to relax, entertain and relax after a busy day. In China, there are many night views that are unique, adding a beautiful scenery to the city. For example, the Oriental Pearl of Shanghai, the scenery of Chongqing on the boat, and the lively market of Chengdu in Beijing are no exception, which are well-known

Walking on the way to Tianfu Square, there is a faint sound of singing that is tactful and listening, looking for prestige, and what catches your eye is the "Colorful Fog Capital" - Tianfu Fountain. Looking around, the square is bordered by the Science and Technology Museum and the *** Waving Statue in the north, the Xiyu Hotel in the west, and the Renhe Spring and Jincheng Art Palace in the east. When I looked down, I saw a lot of LED lights on the ground "stretching" to the left and right. The colors of the lights change in an orderly manner, like a kaleidoscope played with as a child, and the rhythmic lamp beads add a touch of brilliance to the whole square.

Suzhou is known as "Paradise on Earth" and "Garden City" because of its prosperous and prosperous culture and economy from ancient times to the present. Suzhou has always been famous for its beautiful landscapes and elegant gardens, and has the reputation of "Jiangnan Gardens in the World, Suzhou Gardens in Jiangnan", and because of its small bridges and flowing waters, it is known as "Oriental Venice" and "Oriental Water City (Oriental Water City)". Today's Suzhou has become an international metropolis with "a garden in the city" and "a city in the garden", with mountains, waters, cities, forests, gardens and towns as a whole, a perfect combination of classical and modern, ancient charm and modern style, and harmonious development.

In the city, high-rise buildings rise from the ground, clean and spacious roads, green and beautiful streets, lush trees on both sides of the highway, colorful flowers, the city is decorated with extraordinarily beautiful, convenient transportation, convenient shopping, lively and prosperous city night scene, so that people's hearts are full of happiness.

Those walking through the busy streets of the city, shallow like my memory, the ancient streets, the rain splashing all over the sky, the wind is cold, the city is still prosperous, that charming you, in this rainy day, is the rain umbrella in your hand, light blue, so confusing, good-looking.

They go to work together, go home together, buy groceries together, cook together, and look forward to the future together. They frolicked in the bustling streets of that city, embraced each other, made vows in front of the Buddha, they held hands in the endless streets and promised to be together forever, they easily pursued eternity, but they never knew how far away eternity was.

High-rise buildings, reinforced concrete, bright lights, gorgeous splendor, fantastic prosperity. Over the years, in order to make a living, I have crawled forward, bumpy and wandering in every strange city. In the crowd of traffic, my figure became more and more lonely, my steps became heavier and heavier, and I had no time to stop and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the city, and I did not have the opportunity to enjoy the prosperity of the city.

Although the night market here does not have the luxurious scale and grade of the glamorous urban life, although it does not have the style and taste and romantic atmosphere required by the consumption of urban beauties, it has also a strong rural atmosphere in this hot summer, which has become a beautiful landscape engraved in people's hearts......

On the flood control embankment on the bank of the Wushui River, the midsummer night also attracts countless people, the night gradually fills, the river flows quietly, and the stars in the sky are reflected in the clear river water like crystal translucent, reflecting the entire river surface, sparkling. The breeze is blowing, refreshing, and pleasant.

The light emitted by the Jinmao Building on the side simply broke through the sky, so bright that I couldn't even open my eyes. As far as the eye can see, there is a green light, there is like a cloud dancing, and then in front of it is like the Milky Way in the sky reaching the earth, piled up into a glowing ribbon.

If the scenery is to be tasted while walking, the ruins are absorbed in the washing, and the mountains and rivers are experienced in the immersive scene, then in the face of these slightly mysterious scenes in Xinjiang, I would rather choose to stagnate and choose to taste slowly. I remember that when we waved goodbye to him repeatedly, a colleague couldn't bear it and chanted a poem: The most beautiful in the world, Xinjiang comes to dream!

The surrounding factories and houses have sprung up one after another, and even if I stand on the fourth floor, standing in the drunken beauty of Jiangnanli described in the book, I can only see such a small appetizing scenery.

When the sunset burns half of the sky, the people on the beach are swimming, collecting shells, and laughing, so that the joy here rises like the waves.

Whenever night falls, the whole Pangang is brilliantly lit, like the twinkling stars in the sky, which is more beautiful and attractive than the stars in the sky. Red, green, blue, yellow, all gathered together, like clusters of flowers radiating brilliant brilliance. The lights flickered and flickered, more like the wisdom eyes of the builders.

When Guo Xiaopeng overlooked from the railing, his eyes suddenly opened up, and the beautiful city was in full view, with neat high-rise buildings, busy cross streets, neat factories, and chimneys.

He walked silently next to his father, his mother holding his father's arm, and it was the first time in so many years that he walked with his parents on the bustling streets of the city. His family is in the countryside, he needs money to go to school, and his parents have no chance to come to the city to have a good look.

Ah Zhujiang, during the day you are a sturdy young man, with a broad mind, smiling at the sky, and at night, you are a gentle and graceful woman, wearing colorful clothes, dancing gently.

Everything that was prosperous during the day precipitated a rare quiet as the night fell. The dead leaves that fell from the side of the road rolled intermittently along the curbs of the road with the wind. The north wind, the streetlights, the occasional whistle blowing by: the smell of night seems to permeate everywhere.

It's not early, and Brother Qiang took the car back the same way. The headphones play the same ancient Peking Opera, looking out the window at the night view of Xi'an: the endless flow of vehicles, the bustling crowds, the brightly lit city, and the bell and drum tower are like two Lantian jades inlaid in the center of the city. I can't help but say that the night view of Xi'an is so beautiful.

Guo Xiaopeng left the Oriental Pearl TV Tower and Jin Mao Tower, and I came to the Huangpu River in Shanghai. The river kept pounding against the dam, as if bathing in the dam, and sometimes, the river water splashed on his face, feeling very comfortable and stimulating, as if giving a kiss. new world

The surface of the lake reflected the colorful lights on the opposite shore, and under the drive of the wind, there were ripples like fish scales, one after another, flickering mischievously. However, because it is full of extravagance and waste, it is inevitable that people will have some greasy feelings about this scenery.

There are many high-rise buildings here, and the streets are full of traffic. The bustling crowd is like a tide, with neon glare and dazzling lights. Fantasy and reality. Indulgent crowds shouting inside and outside the bar, antique streets flashing with advertising lights of brand-name beers, and deep mountains filled with insects chirping and smoke in the middle of the night.

The criss-crossing transportation facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, pushing the ancient city to stride towards a modern and active city.

In the city, standing in the noise and traffic congestion at the other end, blooming neon lights, weaving beautiful nights, instead of hearts with dark colors, the city in the hands of men and women light wave glass listens to the deepest part of the human psyche, accustomed to seeing a color in front of it, the color in honor of the slow flow.

The wind and rain bridge lies quietly on the Wushui River, like a giant dragon connecting the east and west sides of the city, and the bridge deck looks more charming and moving under the embellishment of lights. The moonlight shines on every corner of the bridge, and in the dusk of the night, it is like a kind elder telling us about the past, and it seems to be looking forward to the future of the city. The bridge is full of people, the lights are bright, the car is like a dragon, the merchants on both sides make their own tricks, and the pedestrians in the middle are unhurried, pick this and choose that one until you get the most satisfactory goods, here, you don't have to worry about not being able to buy good quality and cheap goods.

The once orchestral prosperity of the Potala Palace, the silk and bamboo, and the complexity of singing and dancing, are now gone, leaving only a thousand-year-old standing figure, proud but serene. So the prayer flags that hunted in the wind turned the story of the millennium into a dance in the wind, sighing softly. This is the so-called simplicity, the truth and calm after the vicissitudes of prosperity, unpretentious, placed in the sun, harmony and warmth.

Torch Square has an oval-shaped imitation Romanesque building, with steps to go up, and when you stand on the highest point, you will have a breeze with the smell of grass passing over your face. Then you can look at the large crowd of people under the square, or playing chess, or dancing fans, or whispering, or a family sharing the blessings of family, a harmonious scene. There are very tall buildings and patches of green space around it.

There are a lot of camphor trees planted in the city, and at first I thought it was monotonous, but now I'm starting to like it. When the sun swept down every square meter of the land unscrupulously, looking at the shadows of the camphor trees one by one, the world opened up. It's just that in recent years, other tree species have been slowly planted in the city. Quietly, the scenery becomes complicated.

The city has always woken up too soon. The dust of last night has not yet had time to calm down, and the street lamps under the dimming seem to still have dim yellow lights to shine through, but when you look closely, it is the refraction of the morning light. Not too many people will notice such a scene. A young white-collar worker wrapped in a trench coat waited for the bus on the side of the street, and his makeup was delicate but could not hide the heavy tiredness on his face.

Indulgent crowds shouting inside and outside the bar, antique streets flashing with advertising lights of brand-name beers, and deep mountains filled with insects chirping and smoke in the middle of the night.

An autumn rain faded away the impetuousness and sultry heat of summer, and it seemed that overnight the city was added to the autumn color, much more beautiful and fresher. You see, those trees on both sides of the road, how beautiful. The dark green leaves, buttery flowers, and light red fruits are seen in rows and patches from a distance, and in layers and bunches up close. It's pleasing to the eye and never gets tired of watching.

The most intoxicating, bewildering, and shocking sights of Paris, I think most noteworthy is the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, USA. Just a glimpse of a photo, so golden, so beautiful, like built on the clouds, heaven and earth have become her foil, shining in the golden sunshine, making people unforgettable. The real atmosphere is majestic, swallowing mountains and rivers. I didn't even dare to go to that place, for fear of the beauty created by the superb memory of the photographer who took the photograph at that time, or that my own figure would tarnish the landscape.

The streets of the city, with neon flashes, crowded with people, and busy traffic, except for the rush and tension of the day, are enchanting and indulgent under the shroud of night! Teahouses, coffee houses, shopping malls, bars, discotheques, footwashing rooms, men and women, in groups, smiling, laughing, indulging joy and desire. Ten miles of ocean, how much ambiguity and madness are staged.

What is presented in front of Guo Xiaopeng's eyes is indeed a strange scene. The boundless sea of lights, from the foot of the mountain, stretches to distant places. It is impossible to distinguish which is the urban area, which is the northern dark, which is the Jialing River, and which is the Yangtze River. But I saw that some lights were clumped together and became a huge ball of light, some lights were connected together, like a long and narrow silver chain, and some lights were intermittent, like light and dark floating, as if there was infinite poetry and infinite painting.

There are many drum towers in the National Square, and the unique attic of Dong Township is particularly charming. The bright red light of the illumination climbs to the top through the layers of its pagoda-like top, and is particularly charming under the bright moonlight. The pillar that several people in the building can hug together to surround makes many people admire, and the stools next to the aisle are full of tourists who come here to relax and enjoy the coolness, they talk about national affairs, solicit guests and talk about ancient and modern anecdotes, so that the town has a different style.

The city is the natural enemy of moderation and plainness. Compared with the flowers and wine, they may have also had a great sense of desolation and insecurity in their hearts, and even a sense of humility that is difficult to open their lips and unwilling to face and admit. Speaking from the heart, in the bustling environment of the city, desire will always be oppressive and suffocating, unless you are hypocritical and do not want to admit it. Therefore, in a sense, the "small" generation is just the most ordinary scenery among the thousands of passers-by in this city.

At the beginning of the night, the small town that has been noisy for a day begins to bustle at night. Hurrying can be seen everywhere under neon lights and sidewalks, and hotels, malls, and park squares are full of people for leisure and recreation. Colorful illuminations decorate this small town with enchanting colors. Clear water out of hibiscus, a dazzling pearl like angel wings drifting down the historical city known as "the throat of Guizhou and Chu, the southwest town" - Zhijiang, Hunan.

Guo Xiaopeng walked down the street, and the colorful, crystal clear neon lights attracted my attention. I stopped and took a closer look, and the original neon sign would not only flash and flash, but it could also make the neon more colorful and crystal clear in other ways.

The buildings here are also like the temperature in these years, which has become higher and higher year by year, and then when I look up at the sky, I feel that the sky has become so small.

When the night invades the bustle of the city, we just make an excuse for ourselves - to rest. The crescent moon outside the window, drifting in the dark blue world, tells those lonely passers-by with its bright light that there is at least a companion. I like the night, and I like the light of the moon.

Guo Xiaopeng saw the approach bridge of the Nanpu Bridge like a python circling upward, the Lupu Bridge like a rainbow, and the Yangpu Bridge, which looked like a huge "human" from a distance, and the elevated highway that zigzags and winds in all directions, and the Century Park with its pink and willow green, birds singing and fragrant flowers.

When the night invades the bustle of the city, we just make an excuse for ourselves. Life is full of ferries, just like the crossroads of the city, and no one knows what the scenery will be like at the next stop. Rest. The crescent moon outside the window, drifting in the dark blue world, tells those lonely passers-by with its bright light that there is at least a companion. I like the night, and I like the light of the moon. Turning the pages of the book that I was too lazy to read, I still like the one I like the most, "Ferry"

Sometimes, in the bustling city night, a person goes out for a walk, it seems, it is quite chic! Is it that people who live too comfortably yearn for the glitz of the outside world, while people who have experienced vicissitudes of life want to live a peaceful life, and it becomes a luxury?

Dream and reality, there is always a certain distance, sometimes even out of reach, I think lonely children like the night, because there is a black elf from the depths of the brain at night, accompanied by them all night sleepless, but always give them a kind of inspiration that no one can give, lonely children in the daytime, is a quiet and good child, only at night the crazy factor in the body will be unfettered to burst out of the body, the world ups and downs, strolling in the bustling streets of the city, looking at the people passing by, looking at the face with a hypocritical smile。

The night in the city is so charming. The lights are bright and green, and the spots are prosperous. Whenever I look at the lights of thousands of homes at night, I feel a burst of emotion in my heart. There is no place for me in this city. Looking at others in the bustling corner of the night, so happy and presumptuous. And I'm just a visitor to the city. Sometimes, the city is disgusted. Realize its dirtiness, there is too much intrigue between people, the pursuit of interests. There is no rustic atmosphere of the countryside, a laissez-faire breath. A peace that belongs to oneself.

The Telecom Building is located in Jiefang Middle Street, the most prosperous prime area in the city, and is currently the tallest building in the city, with 21 floors. We came to the front of the building, looked at the towering building, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Ah, that's so high."

A quiet month was taken away by the years, leaving no trace. The former alliance has also become blurred. Memories are memories after all, and I can't let go of the Ming Dynasty that you have become a wife. The reality of society is dark, and the flower of hope of dreams is stained with blood. In this bustling city, the night is so gorgeous under the red light, and once again pick up the broken heart and piece it together, just because I don't want to hate you.

Maybe this is life, everything beautiful is broken in the end......