鼓楼路,算不上高的楼。玻璃,有深重颜色的,还有金属质感的窗。冬日却燥热得难耐。是我在仰望,这座所谓的在开放发展中的城市。我在记忆里努力地搜寻着曾经看到的景象,却猛然发现,曾经的早已逝去,无影无踪。错杂的建筑,喧闹的汽笛,都散发着盛气凌人的气息。这是我看到的,没有风格可言,只有莫名的华丽在眼花缭乱着,俗不可耐。 Drum Tower Road, not tall buildings. Glass, deep color, and metal window. Winter is hot and unforgettable. I am looking at this so-called open-growth city. In my memory, I worked hard to search for what I had seen before, but suddenly realized that it was long gone and disappeared. Mixed buildings, noisy sirens, are exudes a domineering atmosphere. This is what I saw, there is no style at all, only inexplicable gorgeous dazzling, vulgar.