People who have been living in the city, reinforced concrete forests, are stuck in a hustle and bustle. They often feel that they are cage birds, and they are not allowed to sing, but they always feel that children who grow up in the streets are more likely to live faster, have freedom, and can run. Ride on the old bicycle, and don't have any taste. The child's ignorant face reminds me of my childhood. This is also a photographer, curator's paradise, you can create. One old photo, a period of old time, it is in front of everyone. I like the old feelings, the years seem to have not passed through here, vaguely the former appearance.