Buildings are scattered all over the city, streets extend in all directions, and floating light and shadow converge into a torrent, just like blood flowing in blood vessels. The speeding traffic can't stop people's eagerness to go home from work; In fact, most people don't wander around the street like me. Cars whizzed by, rolling sound waves, horns, and the music of square dance aunts, but I wanted to seek peace in such a place, and it did. Light and shadow crisscross, driving the darkness to the corner, and they turn into clouds of halo, pushing the city forward slowly. Lost the cry of the old street, now this kind of traffic is the breath of the city.
All the way east, there is a hill at the end, which is the edge of the city. Here, on the contrary, you can find fireworks. Barbecue stalls always appear in the corners of alleys in a low-key way, but their fragrance always tempts people's souls, but it adds emotional appeal at night, and people often laugh and laugh in this smoky smell. These people should be the most disconnected, at least at this moment. They are so unrestrained, drinking beer in their left hand and holding kebabs in their right hand, shouting the slogan "Life is too short, why not eat, drink and be merry in time" and reveling. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the city every night. So free and easy, it's really not a pleasure that a monk can experience.
I walked on, at the edge of the city, pushed here by the flood of the city. Your words and deeds are not only the bright moon along the way, but also the breeze along the way.