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9月的黄昏,影影绰绰的街道已嗅出秋凉。湛蓝的天瑰紫的薄云,无星也无月,路灯才点上,那些温暖自怜的火光们,夹在茂密的槐木间。倘若在几年前,我的视力比现在强许多,能看清路边树木的叶子是如何层层叠翠的而不是现在的一团青雾。一过了7月,树木不再色调凝重而流于忧郁,尤其在黄昏,那种日常的清新也因逆光隐没不见,幽暗得趋近于森然。此时的城市是各个尺寸的剪纸拼凑的深口盘,搁在博物馆恒温的防弹玻璃柜里,缓缓转
In the twilight of September, the shadowy streets have sniffed cool autumn. Deep blue sky purple thin clouds, no stars and no moon, the lights on the point, the warmth of self-pity of the fire, caught in the dense Huai wood. If my vision was much better than it was a few years ago, I could see how the leaves of the roadside trees were stacked instead of the current mist of green mist. After July, the trees no longer dignified and dignified, especially in the evening, the kind of daily fresh because of the backlight hidden, darkness tends to be close to natural. The city at this time is a cut-and-paper deep-mouth plate of various sizes, resting in a museum bullet-proof glass case and slowly turning