Notes on Changle Road | A day sail with perfect wind just needs to be turned on

Shared bicycles shuttle through the gaps in Shanghai. Using it to get to the subway station saves six minutes of time compared to walking, and if you unfortunately encounter red lights at three intersections, you can only save four minutes. That luck was especially crucial on Monday. Worse luck is that there are no cars to ride at the two intersections in the radius, and it takes about once every two weeks. Even if there is a blue dot on the app at this time, the dot is often damaged in reality: the armrest is twisted into a warlike shape, or the chain is curled up in a dislocated position, one can't help but imagine it was last night. What a story.

There's no question that finding a bike that fits your bill can make your mornings very enjoyable. There are not many cars on the road at this time, but bicycles have become quite large. Young people mostly ride shared cars, yellow or blue, with backpacks on their backs, and they are in a hurry; more are elderly people living nearby, stepping on their own modified cars, with a vegetable basket installed in front of the car, which contains A bag of fried pork, two taels of pork, and green vegetables dripped dewdrops on the road that I didn't have time to take away. The young man stepped on the hot wheel next to him, but the old man just paced leisurely. The bicycle under his feet was the same as the person in the car. His mind was still light, but his steps were already tired. ' a sigh.

But I have never been able to reach such a state of leisure, so mornings are always used to travel. When accelerating overtaking, the words of the Persian poet Rumi echoed in my ears:

when the day

The wind is perfect sails just need to be turned on

The world is full of beauty

That's how it is today

one day

On this day, the clear wind blew on Changle Road, and I sailed by the reincarnation of the pedals.