The wind in late autumn is a little cold I rubbed my sleepy eyes and walked out of the dormitory and school with tired steps. I randomly chose a small yellow car parked on the side of the road and rode in an unknown direction.

I remember taking an essay in high school, giving a material and writing an argumentative essay according to the content of the material. I forgot the specific content of the material, but I still remember that the main purpose of the material is to slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way. At that time, many beautiful topics were praised by teachers, such as "a exhausted love slowly returns" and "walk slowly and enjoy it", which were deeply imprinted in my mind and became unforgettable memories.

Why is it worth collecting? Because I feel the same way, in this era of faster and faster pace of life, we have accelerated the pace of progress in order to survive. Open your eyes in a hurry, have breakfast in a hurry, get on the crowded bus in a hurry, and your heart is pounding in the long sea of people, looking forward to the terminal. Then get off in a hurry, go to work in a hurry, go home in a hurry, and go to bed in a hurry.

Everything passed by in a hurry, and slowly, we all ignored the scenery along the way and forgot to give our hearts a holiday. So, when I rode on this familiar street, I slowed down my riding speed, sometimes looking at the distant sky, and sometimes paying attention to the road under my feet.

Sometimes, I don't like to think about where the end point is. It is worthwhile for me to follow my heart and take every step calmly.

There is a quiet lake in the distance. There is a boat swimming slowly on the lake. Several people on board were talking and laughing. They are telling a happy story. At this time, there is autumn wind blowing on the lake, and the lake ripples. In the faint sunshine, everything in the world is covered with a faint brilliance, and there is a trace of sadness in aesthetics.

I put my bike on the side of the road and walk in the cold wind, which is the temperature that should exist in autumn.

Passing through the parking lot and the crowded crowd, I looked up and saw a shopping building in front. I didn't hesitate or touch my shriveled wallet. I just walked in with my feelings.

Walking into the spacious and bright hall, my simple dress looked extremely shabby against the glowing floor. But I didn't flinch, and I still wandered leisurely in the empty clothing city on the first floor. I can't understand foreign clothes brands, and I take all strange eyes as normal.

The lady in charge of selling clothes saw me come in and looked me up and down with her chin cupped, her eyes full of deep contempt. Then she suddenly laughed and ran straight to me. At this time, my heart was pounding wildly, but unexpectedly, she passed me directly. I turned around and saw an old gentleman in a suit and tie following me.

I smiled gently. Her face is not the scenery I want to see.

I walked out of the building. Too noble, but I am too humble. I can't see its height, so I can only look straight ahead. Look, there is a crowded shopping street ahead. There are stalls selling barbecues, cheap clothes, daily necessities and various snacks.

Walking down this street, I feel at home, and my ears are filled with the cries recorded by vendors with loudspeakers, as well as the bargaining sounds in menstruation, menstruation. This is my humble position.

Watching the stall owner try to explain, watching the aunt try to bargain, and watching the clothes being snapped up, I smiled knowingly. This feeling is just like what happened when I was shopping with my mother as a child. The dust on the roadside fluttered with the wind, burying the elegant hall, leaving only cheap items to laugh in the dust.

An old beggar with ragged clothes and unkempt hair knelt by the roadside. He is holding a bowl with a few one-dollar coins and some remaining bills in it. I touched my pocket and shook my head helplessly. Online payment is too common now, and there are discounts. Who will put some money in his pocket? I'm not anyway. I'm advancing with the times, but I haven't noticed it yet.

Couples on Double Eleven Street are tired of showing their love together, as if every festival, no matter what, is Valentine's Day in the eyes of couples. I see it in my eyes and envy it in my heart. I choose to keep the scenery here in my heart. After all, it's a taste I haven't tasted.

I walked in the bustling crowd, and no one noticed me, but I was carefully admiring every place in nature and every place I passed. Accustomed to the fast-paced life, occasionally slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way as a relief from life, so that life will have a complete feeling.

Sunset and dusk, unconsciously, this leisurely afternoon has passed and ushered in the tranquility of the evening. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street, and all the noise slowly disappears. It seems that I am the only one left in the world. I keep going, keep going. The night is thick and I can't see the scenery along the way. I can only think about the way ahead.