The sunshine in early May seems to be always so beautiful, and every ray of sunshine shines warmly on the crowd. People in this city always walk so fast, but Yinghui's steps always seem so lazy. Are she enjoying the beautiful sunshine, or thinking about the length of the road? Stretching, oh, this is the place where she lives. There are her stories and other people's stories, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, but I don't know how many intersections there will be...