I saw a blank space, a brief blank space.

At that moment, that section of street seemed to be wandering in the ancient wilderness, shining with the light of modernity, quiet and undisturbed.

It always amazes me. I can't help but stop in amazement. This city that is so fanatical and running around in pursuit can be so poetic and lovely when it calms down.

This moment is short, but it seems like eternity. Staring, concentrating, witnessing the changes, the words are pouring out. I have accumulated words for many years, but they are always blocked by the traffic. From the desire to talk at the beginning, to the disappointment later. Maybe it is tired, but the original desire in its heart is still expressed in detail in this uninterrupted moment.

I would rather this be eternity.

Stop at the parking meter on the street, and the river of memories fills my mind again. That pink English storybook from childhood, that monster Maze who loves iron and thinks parking meters are delicious, I wonder how excited it will be if it sees these parking meters, and whether it will swallow them in its belly again, showing such a satisfied smile.

Thanks to such a spiritual connection, this city is my little secret.

I want to sneak into the gentlest corner of this city, explore the warm stories in its heart, and listen to its testimony for thousands of years. Maybe it was just a leaf falling, just a child's smile, just the touch of a ray of sunshine, but that moment was extremely sacred.

Looking up at the stars from the softening branches of the tree, the sky in Beijing is so high that they are far away from me. But maybe, I can still find a similar angle and find those moments when I stopped and looked at the stars at night.

Everyone has a history, a history that has been witnessed or experienced. The softest place in the heart is always awakened by those small things. There will be a desire to share, but it may be difficult to find a close friend.

But I hope that I can listen to its story and know that this encounter is not accidental. It is just that there will always be the memory of tranquility, green water and green mountains in my heart.

I hid behind a tree and watched calmly. I was afraid that if I moved around, I would break the peace.

When a car roars by, I know that even if it is short, it is enough.