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If you are working, remember that because you have a double chin, don't lower your head when encountering any difficulties. There are some trivial plots in Hong Kong that cannot be described coherently, but the emotions always run through. I may be a spectator, a passer-by, an intermediate different from Hong Kong locals and mainland tourists. I just wrote down some of the things I saw in Hong Kong. They are unbiased, or occasionally just right; they represent everything about Hong Kong seen from my eyes; they are alive, and they face everyone with their backs to me, carefully, and try to describe them fairly. When I ask myself what Hong Kong is like, I always think of a bridge leading to my apartment. I walk on it every day, and there are different but similar scenery on both sides of the bridge. This is a bridge that exists in reality, not in imagery. There is always a cluster of tall buildings standing on the left side of the bridge, facing the direction of 45 degrees clockwise from my line of sight. Their souls look directly at the sea water and shine dazzlingly in the sun. On the other side of the bridge, there are more buildings. They are photographed in a row with their backs to the mountains. The sunlight hides behind the mountains and secretly shines on the water vapor rising from the sea, casting a mysterious color on the rows of buildings. You can't clearly see the appearance of the buildings, but you can distinguish their outlines; the sea surface is calm and shines like a mirror. The water surface never waves and seems to be completely still. It exists to decorate the buildings; occasionally, an eagle that should be hovering in the mountains spreads its black and gray wings and flies silently overhead. Hong Kong is such a place: the sea, mountains and tall buildings look at each other in the distance. I hope to bring the beauty of this place to everyone, and the city spares no effort to show itself either pessimistic or joyful to travelers and followers.