Going South, I Was Seventeen That Year

In 1995, when I was seventeen years old, I was brought to Shenzhen by a fellow villager at a cost of three hundred yuan. The tall buildings hold up my dreams, the neon lights blind my eyes, the spider web-like roads make me have no sense of direction, I don't know that crispy crust is edible when I eat a cone, the smell of Pepsi-Cola makes me vomit, and the car exhaust makes me vomit. But I just like this city, and there is the person who makes me dream. Although I have lost him, as long as he is still here, I will still be here, continue to love!