I don't know what else to do for Lower Ring Street.

Calmly and silently, I used negatives to record this undisputed land, objectively described the things I saw, the changes in details in the past ten years, and left countless breathing spaces with the lens. The shuttle of the neighbors, the disappearing landscape, the water stains, the goods randomly placed, the open space, the bustling main street of the market vendors, the silence at the corner.

Indulging in the ordinary daily profile, afraid of the complexity of being portrayed by the world. A trace record before the gaze of alien eyes.

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Childhood is always slow, and the time stops, making me hazy and unbearable when I was young and waiting to grow up. The ancient and simple streets in the eyes of others are just ordinary scenery in my eyes. Xiahuan Street is always inconspicuous. A sense of history that is understood is called lack of excitement, and simplicity is called boring. "A plain statement can change into nearly a hundred different versions", after I learned Raymond. Before Raymond Queneau's "Exercise in Style," I was as indifferent to the street as I called home. Even if people keep moving in places, they will always be too comfortable and drowned in the waves. I took the bag of "Xiahuan" to learn how to live in a new community, make new friends, and eat exotic delicacies ;I often count the time to come back, back to those small streets, and then cross her original width.

Every day we go out here and wait to come back here.