We appeared only to fill the picture of the life of another person with a story. The soul of the ideal, the pursuit, the responsibility. The first thing you need to do is to look for a place to put your soul, and you'll be able to find it. Not realizing that the person he is passing by is doing the same thing he is doing. The same thing is being done with him.
The story stretches on and on, from this side of the footbridge to the sidewalk over there. And from there the sidewalk swings back to this side of the footbridge. In the middle of the shuttle is the crowd of people coming and going. People who are in a hurry with different responsibilities and different stories. The story is being written in a different storyline.
There are big hands holding small hands, hold up a piece of the harbor called love. Innocent children put their small hands into the warm hands of people. And reveal the innocent smile, pulling the hands of the adults to go forward. Running to the world of their own playfulness. The place that has its own childish memories.
The wide square stretches for miles, in these children's laughter becomes particularly angry. The square is punctually ringing the square dance. Those old, young, middle-aged and young figures, in their own territories, with their own companions to dance with their own age. Decorated the night color of the city.
There are ten-fingered lovers, with a faint smile. From time to time, a frown is exchanged. Walking together on the streets, stepping out of their love footprints. The hustle and bustle of the crowd and the traffic on the street, as well as the small stores with music wafting out, and the local specialties of the local snacks, have all become witnesses to their feelings.
A very talented old man is holding an erhu under the footbridge, playing music with all his heart. He put his own feelings into it, forgetting his own devotion. At this time in the surrounding people, with his very penetrating tune to fly thoughts. Feel the beauty of a different life.
Who have we become wandering the streets? Who is our who, and who have we become? We are in a hurry, rubbing shoulders in the streets of this city. Others decorate the scenery outside our windows. And we decorated the dreams of others.
Standing on the footbridge, looking at the distant flashing neon lights pulling those smiling people in and out. Interpretation of the colorful different city city night life. Those who linger and enjoy themselves. Whether they have arrived at another station in their lives, and in this habitat.
The milk tea store in the distance is still as full as usual. Those groups of students in twos and threes, wearing school uniforms with different emotions on their faces. The teacher's homework and the recent exams were discussed. There are also problems encountered in academic life. Occasionally, there are people who take out a pen to record their friendship on the memory wall of the milk tea store.
Those who have a family of a few, the couple with fingers linked, the owner of a small store on the street. As well as on the footbridge stopped to listen to the next uncle playing the erhu tunes of the people, have become each other's life passers-by.