I did not know what to write

 There is no sign of channeling to Shanghai, and the small X in the sunny streets of the shuttle.
Miss walking. There is excitement, there are concerns. How warm sunshine, I half-amused eyes, waiting for a red light when looking at sky, smiled, turned out we really under the same blue sky.
every corner of IKEA are times we step, even if this is still little information, how should the homeless? dragged half of the body in that place it is flawless. So we go away, three o'clock in the afternoon time, from the subway, from left to right hh right, waiting for me, I was walking.
hot one day Nanjing Road, pedestrian waves We also weighed in, walk aimlessly hh happy coincidence, the second floor of the building of a Building, a man suspected of blowing saxophone Yaotouhuangnao foreigners, gathered downstairs three times inside and outside of the curious. next door to the fourth floor of modest Balcony, both foreign men and women armed with rings like wedding photographs of a certain scene, then, the bride cried, the ring slipped from the fourth floor, rings in the Nanjing Road, a hard bounce on the ground under a few laps after the fixed scroll, and later an Aunt emotion, in a casual moment, was three times as a focal point around which hh
become very suddenly decided to return to Hangzhou. even late at night to get to and no matter hh Just, just, appear in front of you.