To the west of the sun like a flaming bronze mirror, YunXu shrouded in dark grey, as a dream don't soil, a few dogs barking sound on the streets of the unmanned, know there are a lot of people, is not far away travel tea mug.

This is a back lane street, because the future road, is a so-called dead end highway, and few people come, once I want to meet with the high school classmates here, the streets are like coruscate gives different luster. I saw across a railway, railway warehouse like memory and mysterious in the distance, as if childhood that had a vague platform. And at this point, in the dim light, no cars, no one came .

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