Jian Hegui rode bicycles to shuttle, swing, and gallop on the streets of Beijing, whether it was showing the girls they liked or delivering couriers to make a living, what a youthful and surging picture, when we pursued wild and unrestrained speed, unbridled freedom. And the continuous transformation of the disorderly pictures, the low and crowded crowd, is the catharsis of youthful annoyance. Only the old man on the side of the road watched all this happen without saying a word.
Or youth itself is a difficult choice between impulse and reason, a painful compromise between reality and ideal. Those ideals that we wandered about in our youth may be as people say, fragile and vulnerable. The betrayal of the girl they love, the destruction of the bike they love, and faced with what they care about most, both Jian and Gui choose to resist. After the chaos, Jian Li was lying on the ground weakly, bruised and bruised. Don't be in a hurry to wake him up, and let him lie down for a while to appreciate the rules of the adult world. Gui picked up the smashed and deformed bicycle and struggled to get up, but the deformed bicycle was more than the deformed bicycle, and perhaps there were also those ideals and stories about youth. Two teenagers living in urban and rural areas, because of a bicycle, met for a moment in their lives, and different ideals were destined to drift apart after the intersection. They will all go to the vast sea of people, carrying the visible or invisible bicycle.
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