Subway, never thought my life would be an essential means of transport to Beijing, after gradually finds himself falling in love with the speed of such a remarkable tool, because it saves me countless hours.
Chongwenmen Metro I always take the subway exit, just go to Beijing when the first world subway stairs, has been a walk down, there was no feeling of surprise, a small calf a little sore the next day, and really do not exercise for a long time, while the Now, can be very skilled to run all the way down the (back has the gall to go on a MM)
When MTR is many people's favorite when the subway or sitting in sporadic read newspapers, magazines, or dozing, to the Drum Tower Street, and less went to the weekday Xuanza, the road maneuvering in the subway, the hair was gently blowing, fast pit stops, when, looking at the subway platform in front of me in a gradual glide, often have the wrong impression in the movie, in that department, "Matrix" the movie. Illusion, the will feel that they are cold killer!
Singer subway
Metro mouth often have singers, or the young boys, piano to guitar, singing or rave, or a low voice, his face exudes youthful, and sometimes found that girls in the edge of devout listening, grateful for these singers, so that those of us who rush the passers-by walking in the lonely hearts know the wind was still alive, but also touched ~! Also dispersed the hearts of some of the overcast shade, knowing this world is not good although there are many unsatisfactory things, but there are still many surprises on the road waiting for us!
Lost in the subway
In the subway, it is easy to breed and lonely. Tired into the subway station, sitting in the subway, close your eyes, sometimes, a bare-faced, suddenly forget time and space and do not know when, where, you want to do, suddenly the brain is temporarily empty, and good Like Clear the like, forget everything, looking across the rows of chairs to sit strangers who each have their own expression, people are my eyes the scenery, suddenly would also like to smile himself, himself, is it not people in the eyes of a landscape do?
Author: andi_j