Standing on the path full of sycamore trees, looking up at the sky full of stars, it's so beautiful! Haha, it seems that there are no gorgeous words to describe it. Suddenly I remembered a poem: "The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega." This path is very deep, and the end cannot be seen at first glance. I wonder if it leads to the "zen room". The dim street lights on both sides of the road are like a few tired eyes, flickering brightly and dimly. There are not many people. At night like this, this quiet corner has probably been forgotten by people. It was already very late when I looked at my watch. I guess he was already online. The hesitant shadow under the streetlight seemed no longer confused. He quickened his pace and walked in a certain direction. Maybe there's only one person there who remembers him.