The rising floors in the city are dotted, the streets are well connected, and the floating light and shadow converge into a torrent, just like the blood flowing in the veins. Speeding through the traffic can not stop the eagerness of people home from work; in fact, most people are not me with such "nothing to do" in the street to roam around. The sound of cars whizzing by, the cacophony of honking horns, and the music of the square dancers, I wanted to seek peace in such a place, and I did. Lights and shadows crisscross the city, driving the darkness to the corners, and they turn into a halo that slowly pushes the city forward. The streets have lost the sound of yelling, and now the traffic is the breath of the city.
All the way to the east, at the end of the hill, this is the edge of the city. Here, on the other hand, you can find a lot of people. Barbecue stalls are always low-key in the nooks and crannies of the alleys, but the aroma it gives off can always lure people's souls to come here, but for the night to add to the mood, and people are often laughing and joking in the smoky flavor. These people should be the most human food, at least at this moment. They are so uninhibited, left hand beer, right hand kebabs, shouting "life is short, why not have fun in time" slogan, drinking and reveling. Such scenes are found every night in the city. This kind of recklessness is really not the mountain monks can experience the fun.
I continue to walk, on the edge of the city, pushed here by the city's torrent . The words and actions, not only is the way to the moon as a companion, but also that the path of the wind to follow.