Everyone in the world is rushing towards prosperity, looking for a way forward and a way back.
I am the only one who is a wandering soul stranded in the city's fireworks, a foreign guest living in the human world.
When he was young, he turned his back on his hometown and broke into this famous neon-sieged city alone. Outsiders only see the hustle and bustle and opportunities here, but no one knows about it. Under the lights, there is nothing but wandering and desolation where ordinary people have no place to live.
I once thought that traveling to a distant place was a new life, but later I realized that it was just a matter of living in another city.
Working from nine to five, running around, bowing my head for a few taels of silver, and healing myself in the middle of the night when no one is around. I've seen people coming and going, tasted all the ups and downs, this city has hosted millions of dreamers, but it has never really hosted me.
I have no shocking encounters, no legendary counterattacks, and no happy endings.
There is only the simplest and most authentic period of wandering in a foreign land: ordinary, embarrassed, lonely, but gritting one's teeth and persisting, moving forward step by step.
Half of them make a living with fireworks, and half of them live alone.
I temporarily lived in the prosperous ruins, becoming an unknown guest in the human world, spending a long and ordinary human practice.
——This article is just a tribute to all the ordinary people who have left their homes and are struggling alone.
Intention: Ordinary is not mediocre, and surviving is also practice. Even if their life experience is small and their future is uncertain, every step that ordinary people grit their teeth and persevere in is their own personal growth in the world.