On the long and silent seaside road, the black car is speeding, which has the trend of racing with the wind.
At last, the red light changed into a green light, and the taxi rushed out without delay, like a race in the 100-meter race.
Life has no chance to wait for you. You can only win if you race against time.
Blue bottles were thrown all over a balcony, lying on the fifteenth floor, looking at the cars coming and going, like long chocolate bars running on a conveyor belt.