The breeze brushed my cheek,
The back is reflected on the wide avenue.
That's the walker,
That is a man full of fighting spirit.
Night is coming,
I drove car after car.
Look up and wait,
The long sheep have gone home.
The neon lights in the city are very bright.
The people in the street are crazy.
There is a group of people,
Always so conspicuous.
The wheels are dancing and youth is flying.
Street lamps on both sides
Look at its chic and heroic.
Without the wind of cars,
And the elegance of a car.
Or alone,
Or in groups,
Secular waiting for them to break through.
A helmet,
A bicycle,
Ready to go.
In their eyes,
There are hidden emotions that are difficult to understand.
What they learned in generate,
It is the power to challenge life.
Great pressure,
Can't crush that ambition.
The cold earth,
Cann't put out the fire in my heart.
The rain poured down,
When it is dry for a long time, it meets dew;
The scorching sun is like fire,
Thought it was as warm as the morning light.
Sounds like,
The arrow that left the string flashed,
Cyclists are full of passion,
Stunned, slave of life.
Gently,
The winged eagle glided by,
Bring a beautiful scenery to the city.
They are heartless,
It's just a race against time,
Never look back.
They are affectionate,
In order to struggle,
In order to realize the dream,
Never stop.
Their souls are gone,
But leave it behind,
No regrets.
At the end of his journey,
Will not end its journey.
The sound is dripping,
I can't tell you much.
They regard cars as friends,
With the company of nature,
Not a half-denial,
There is nothing to complain about.
Reading thousands of books,
Non-walker also.
Take Wan Li Road,
And not a walker.
Remove its red dust,
This is not enough.
There is no end to being a walker.
Emotion is enough.
Monkey is back,
Where I walked,
The traveler turned to the shelter.