The city of Shanghai is always noisy. Even very late at night, there are sounds that make my eardrums uncomfortable. If I hold something in my hand at that moment, I will throw it out of the window with all my strength without hesitation, and then curse: Fuck!
There are huge crowds, the air quality is always low, and sometimes strong winds stir up clouds of sand and dust in the air.
Looking up, I saw tall buildings standing between heaven and earth. At this moment, I suddenly felt so small. Even looking down at these buildings became so difficult.
Occasionally, a group of pigeons will fly from the top of a tall building and flutter their wings through the buildings.
But in such a city, the sky has a clear color, like the color of young people in their prime.
I have lived in this city for more than twenty years, and there is a smell that has been with me since I was born. I have smelled it for more than twenty years; it is a smell of decay, the smell of desire and material decay.
Many times I have thought: I have to leave here, I must leave this city, it makes me very painful.
Youth and dreams are buried here, friendship is watching love float into the coffin, and the dog on the roadside is gnawing something, like conscience, like character, like desire, like my soul...
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