shanghai alleys
Station the highest point to see the back streets of Shanghai, Shanghai is a spectacular sight. It is the background of the city the same thing. Streets and buildings are highlights on top of it, points and lines, and it is the type of stroke, as was France in the Chinese painting is a blank to fill. The night lights up after midnight, these points and lines are bright, later in that light, large tracts of dark, is a Shanghai alley. Some alleys there are some great
escort agencies, dark looks almost rough, almost want to that a few lines of light pushed like. It is the volume of points and lines are floating on the surface of the existing division of this volume, is the punctuation of a class of things in the article, line breaks punctuate the The dark is like the abyss, throwing one down the hill, but also quietly sink at the end. That secretly like hidden reefs, and believe it will turn the boat. Some in Shanghai a few lines of light, the whole is called that boosting the dark, a prop that is several decades. The bright future of this Paris of the Orient, is to lay open that dark as the bottom. A shop that is several decades. Today, everything seems old-like, little by little, revealing the authentic. The morning sucked a little bit light up, light a little bit off: First, a thin fog, just straight light outline in fine meticulous like. The first to jump out of the skylight of the roof of the old-fashioned alley tiger, there is a fine, well-behaved appearance in the morning mist, that wooden frame sash is a small carved secret agents; that house put on the tile is a fine work fine row; on the window sill pots rose carefully fine raised. And terrace, overnight clothes, hysteresis not move like a painting on the clothes; cement on the flat roof parapet walls off, exposing the rust-red brick, like painting a stroke are clear. Then, the gable of the crack became visible, there are little green moss, the tentacles of coolness like. The first ray of sunshine in the mountains on the wall, which is a beautiful picture, almost gorgeous, some desolate; is fresh, is very old. At this time, to get the end of the concrete is still morning mist inside, get more heavier than before to get the fog. Also have the sun on the balcony of the iron bars of the new neighborhood in the window on the landing folding reflector. This is a relatively sharp, with an opened curtain, cut open the meaning of the night and day. To disperse the fog was finally sunshine, all add to the color, green moss is the original black, Liao box wood is black, the black iron railing of the balcony was born a yellow rust, the gable cracks down grow green grass, into a piece of gray pigeon pigeons flying in the sky.
