We have been imprisoned in the city's unique

 We are imprisoned in this city unique
text / Bo Gao Yonghua
with friends chatting, someone asked me, you're a writer? I said no, I am not a scholar, I was just free money and the text of the among the laity, many times I felt inexplicable boredom and emptiness, and then to sit, pick up the phone call for someone to tell her to come with me to chat to pass the time, tried several times not access barrier is off, or have time allocated for holding the phone does not know who? every minute traffic jam in the city where we all so busy, they get back on the front of the computer can start writing a long boring. I said, is the essence of writing for the life of the author an interpretation.
and all single men, the first thing is always get a 555 in the mouth Diao, and then experience life in the smoke, until his mouth began to astringent, so the face of white walls daze, we were imprisoned in this city unique, love is optional, all alone no one to tell. like to read Duncan autobiography, read Schopenhauer, Nietzsche read, buy Playboy shirt, the elderly head of the shoes and eat what is not on the Korean name is called noodles and rice with soup.
people say is frequented by lonely people post, but I do not, many times I just sat there. people say you need a woman, but it is I do not need this, I do not want to randomly find a woman to distraction, in my opinion a lot of men find a girlfriend, meaning nothing but themselves into pets, or pets to absorb a few break up the monotony.
five forks in the road mouth occurred in a car accident, lying in a pool of blood on the woman, red red, white skirt was dyed red, I feel dizzy. many people around her, pointing, many people guess why will happen, some people even walked quickly have time to spacious one, no one in the past to help her. ambulances finally arrived, a male doctor with a flashlight to get up a woman's eyes turned a bit, saying that can not be saved So, two doctors stood smoking. fragile life is no different with the glass.
evening chatting with friends, when asked what the weekend? I have a friend that wanted to test the declaration, asked me to accompany her to see. felt like a primitive man walking in the jungle city of stone, nowhere to escape, only one way to get there, the only dead end of the road, so many times I told my friend that, in fact, each of us compared with the whole universe is a meteor, a meteor across the sky can shed the beautiful arc, and we can not leave anything? our lives, our thoughts, our hh fact, just to prove a personal writing ever existed --- In this world, and the captivity of our unique city.