At dawn, with thin mists floating in the air, more and more people started their morning exercises by the river. There were those who ran, those strolled, and those cycled. There were also some who took advantage of the serene morning to go fishing.
The man wore a clean, somewhat worn-out sports suit, his black short hair fluttered in the breeze, giving him an especially youthful and energetic look. He rode a white bike, cycling effortlessly, his bicycle reflecting the soft morning light, shiny and vibrant. Like a swallow, delicately skimming across the water, and like willows, dancing and swaying in the wind.
He biked through the route, whether the sun shone on him or not, no matter the crowd on the road, his expression was always peaceful, the corners of his mouth always carrying a slight smile. It made him appear like a beautiful human being, such that anyone who saw him felt a jolt within their heart.
