Our presence

When the car comes, that little dot, inexplicably makes people look forward to,

After the car leaves, the exhaust is always unforgettable,

The traffic flow at the toll station, like time, is always like time, stretching endlessly and cannot be blocked.

At the turn of day and night, I had two more gray hairs.

When the card is issued, the Big Dipper is tall overhead,

When charging, the sun ravaged my cheeks left to right,

As the stars moved, my nasolabial folds deepened a few points.

In the summer, the map on your inspection back will never paint a rooster,

In the winter, the driver's spit on the coins made me repeat the knowledge of the junior high school biology class.

This pair of small hands, I wash you a thousand times without getting tired.

As a child, I felt that leafy and grassy grass would be the main theme of this world;

Nowadays, the roar of high-density motors makes the edges of the city grow wildly in the mind, boundless, cold and hard. If life is just a finger, then every zero class we experience should be the journey of cultivating immortals - three lives and three lives,

If we are a chestnut in the sea, then one less chestnut, the average one hour in the lane will increase by one kilometer.

Highway toll collectors, this is our small and solid existence;

Simple work content, endless repetition, our humble and persistent existence.