The longest night in Shanghai夜.上海

It is perhaps not the night, but the mood, the temperament, that is to be blamed.

So I ran across the movie that I expected so long. There is my dream actress and my past admired place, which consist of a beatiful sleepless night. Just like the longest night I have ever met. It is a coincidence, right?

In that night, with my eyes closed, I went with my thought. We are lying on the grassground formed the angle of 30, 75 and 180. Fun?  But the difference really makes sense. That is why I like it. I want to look at it ----my flower more clearly. I want to stare at it. That sleepless night did not turn the dream into reality, though. Actually, I love her ----my flower so much, I want to know more about her.

 赵薇看着一直从没有对他表白过的那个人流下眼泪的刹那，和她用东洋话第一次学会表白的时候，和她伸出双臂走向永远不可能再做恋人的他故做轻松说明天你就名花有主了今天趁机抱抱嘛。这个长夜，漫长地无边。这些肆无忌惮的泪水，请你，请你冲走艳丽口红留下的残迹。我不需要你，而你也一样。

It is night that exposes us so brightly that we have nowhere to hide. The trueself comes out without invitation to warn that you should stop everything what will never suit you again and find something new. But that is the pain. If we could abandon it so easily, how could it be my precious stuff before?

But at least, the night will indicate something after all. It can change something and sustain the anothers. In its certain sense, I trust it.

生活就像在大浪淘沙，梦想的不一定最好，但一定在当下呈现出最迷离的眼神，你深深地被吸引。那就是生活的源泉。

我称那泉眼为。                                                  

夜。

上海。