Countless vehicles, countless people, crowded shoppers in supermarkets, trash cans in office buildings filled with disposable cups of coffee, people urinating in the station, propaganda in the news streets and alleys that cannot chew political terms, the city is like a ship, carrying people, setting sail with a rumble at dawn, anchoring at night, day after day, generations of people, exist and die, the ship is still there, generations of people have come and gone countless times. People surround themselves with their relatives and friends, and when they get up early and go to bed late every day, they are always arguing in their minds about whether they can take advantage of loopholes to obtain greater benefits, whether they can maximize their beautiful official image, whether they can make their neighbors jealous with their children and grandchildren...
In the end, it was all in vain. Could I be too negative? So half-dead, continue, this is the only way I can live.