■ Fu Haicang
In the evening of the city, the lights are on, and the overflow is flowing.
Wide avenues, traffic like water.
Footsteps, stopping in front of the zebra crossing,
In the interweaving of time and space, the wheels roll,
"Dust does not see xianyang bridge".
The taillights of the traffic flow, thick and galloping, as if hung with festive festivities and enthusiasm,
Driven away, the river flows endlessly.
Since the traffic lights, human beings have learned to go their own way and wait in an orderly manner?
However, the long river of history, the slow passing water, why did it stop?
In the one-way line of the journey of life, who has ever pressed the pause button?
The water is vast and traceless, and the teeth are vertically hooked,
Looking at the world, or waiting for the opportunity?
Every second, fleeting,
Like the wheel of history under the shroud of night,
Unstoppable,
Keep moving forward.