We got to the bridge, neon lights illuminated the deck and it turned golden. The shapes were different, some were like delicate flowers, halos, buds,and colorful pillars. They were a train made of lights or a dazzling ray of a searchlight, looking from afar ,exactly.
Countless flowing headlights and rows of streetlights, it’s a world of light. We went under the bridge, an unnamed stream fascinated me, the water was rippling in the breeze, and trees on the shore swaying, like a line of sentries guarding the surrounding plants. Trees and lights reflected in the water, tiny specks of silver and gold, a trace of elegant silence.