Changsun Xu strolled by the canal outside Xingning Temple.The night wind blew on my face, mixed with the aroma of rivers, wooden boats, and even cooked food; the sound of the buzzing sounds symbolizing midnight in the distance echoed the bustling voices passing by.Above the big red lanterns hanging everywhere, there is a swaying cloud. Although it is golden and eye-catching, it also highlights the night sinking that is not yet visible. It can be said that it is both psychedelic and realistic, and no matter which side you realize it, it makes you tremble.Yokopoe is a city that never sleeps.