I walked through the crowd, through the bustling streets, and through the noisy night market. Suddenly I lowered my head and found that I was walking on a single-plank bridge from beginning to end.
Time is still pushing me forward slowly. Sometimes I will stop and pretend to be careless and free; sometimes I will run faster, feeling that I am the protagonist of a passionate young man's comic. The blood boils.
However, the passion will eventually cease, the freedom and ease will eventually dissipate, and I will still be that ordinary young man.
In the future, I will still walk slowly on this single-plank bridge, but I will not be lonely. The pairs of single-plank bridges will form a road leading to my dark and bright future.