Walking on the banks of the Tuojiang River, the noise gradually subsided, and only people walked quietly and whispered. Looking around, the Tuojiang River flows silently and quietly. The shadow of the moon is reflected on the river, like a shy little girl, emitting faint light. Not far away, the street lamps on the Second Bridge are like little stars, illuminating the road ahead for people. Several fireflies, carrying small lanterns, patrol in the air. Close your eyes, and the wind ripples on the road with the crickets singing.