No. 220 Handan Road and No. 440 Guoding Road have left me with the most inseparable thoughts, memories and life experiences that I have never had in my life.

It's about youth, it's about ideals, it's about many people, it's about many things. Every time I think about it, I can't help but burst into tears.

Perhaps, people are like this sometimes, and they will always be inexplicably moved by some people's things, or have many other feelings.

At dusk in December 2020, the winter sun shone through the window and on the child's face under the setting sun.

Smiling.

A few clouds hanging in the western sky on the distant mountains lazily walked away again.

There was no shadow in the crowd on the street, and the elongated appearance was not visible.

The stray dog, along with the little flower cat, raised its head and glanced at the starry sky.

Every time the first star rises on the horizon,

They said they were going home.

picked up the phone, and it was still "Prison Bird".

After thinking about it,

This winter, we are like prison birds,

Even if you want to see a nest of withered colors.

I still remember when I was admitted to university and left my hometown and stepped on the train to Shanghai, I looked up at the sky, raised my head, and said: "Ya, I will come back, I hope we will achieve prosperity as soon as possible."

When the uncle on the side heard me say this, he smiled and said to me, "Young man, don't forget me at that time." In this way, we talked and laughed all the way, chatting east and west, and the sound of the green whistle drove through the fields, rivers, and mountains in the long night, and ran into the distance together.

That night, when everyone was asleep, I turned over and saw the uncle standing in front of the window, pulling out an old photograph in his arms, stroking the face of a child my age on it, and silently shedding tears.

After a long time, he wiped away his tears, took the picture in his arms, turned around for a week, and then went to lie down on his bed.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

When the train arrived at Shanghai Railway Station, it was September, the weather was very good, and when I got off the train, I didn't meet the uncle before, and I thought he would be very happy in the future.

When I first set foot on the land of Shanghai, at that time, the white clouds in the sky were blowing into the distance one by one with the sea breeze.

I longed for the city, which belonged neither to me nor to anyone else, and that she had her own temper, and that she stood there, motionless, and that she looked at the crowds coming and going, as if the white clouds had gathered and dispersed, and had dispersed and gathered, and she seemed to have no retention.

But I always hope that one day each of us can be happy, walk on every street in this city, smile and look at everyone around us, and say hello, I think this is also excellent.

At this point, I believe that each of us is the same, flesh and blood, passion, and desire. More for life, for life, to love forever.