You watch the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery look at you under the bridge.

? Look at the railing, people are walking under the overpass, and the traffic on the road is suspected of violating the rules. You smile and point to the blue sky. There's nothing. Maybe you're just looking and want to see what it looks like from the sky. Maybe you just look up and don't want to see anything. Then you see people under the bridge. This time, you see a child holding an old man. They passed under the bridge and walked into the crowd. When you start playing with your fingers, probably everyone will have the habit of watching their hands. You hold your right hand with your left hand and touch your fingertips like a lover's hand. Look at these hands. Maybe they are not a pair of hands. Look how slim and smooth they are. You think they are separated from your body. You are reluctant to use them. When you look at them, your eyes sparkle with soft light. Then you start fiddling with your hair. You've done it. Now you feel your hair is soft. Just washed it last night. They are long and can touch your waist. You wrap them around your fingers. Now your two babies are together again. However, you never noticed that after a while, your fingers let go of your hair and you looked up at the sky. There is nothing in the sky except a few clouds. The car under the bridge stopped, and you didn't want to take another look, so you. Seeing people like you standing there, she also looked up at the sky. You look at her like a landscape. In fact, she sees you as a landscape on the bridge. She repeats your actions, and then you deliberately let her watch you get involved in the traffic and finally disappear from her sight.

The people on the bridge have left, the traffic under the bridge has not stopped, and the bridge is another scenery. You watch the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery look at you under the bridge.