When traveling by motorcycle, I set up a tent by Gaomijiao River, and the night market on the bridge was really lively.

Some time ago, I went out to travel by motorcycle, and it was about four o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at Jiaohe in Gaomi. Seeing that the park along the Jiaohe River is very quiet and beautiful, I decided to set up a tent on the open space on the river bank. After finding the campsite, I settled down, parked my car, strolled along the wooden trestle on the river bank and watched the scenery. Here Jiaohe River is wide and calm, with rich and delicious aquatic plants and water birds dancing. There is an absorbed fisherman by the river, and the fishing rod in his hand seems to be the whole country to him. What about me, a wandering traveler, walking alone in a frugal day, for what? Ask yourself a thousand times, and there is no answer.

What do people live for? There may be many answers, but none seems to be correct. In fact, the word "right" doesn't seem to exist in the dictionary of the universe. The world was born out of chaos and will disappear from it. Not a person? The fame and fortune we seek will go up in smoke. The ups and downs we experienced, with the passage of time, have become the past. Our lives are dying in constant decline. We live in yesterday's depression and tomorrow's anxiety every day! Ask, where is the real me?

Walking to the end of the wooden trestle bridge, I saw an antique wooden building complex, which was connected by two sections of wooden corridors to form a yard. There are two open tall buildings similar to the stage. I decided to put up a tent inside. The tent was set up and it was getting dark. I was about to go into the tent to have a rest when suddenly there was a drum. Follow the drums through the park along the river, cross the high subgrade, and you will reach a steel bridge across the Jiaohe River.

At this time, night has fallen, and many lights are flashing on the wide bridge deck. Not far from the bridge, there are many people wriggling around in the dreamy light. That's where the drums come from. I walked over and saw that when the drums were about to reach their climax, two old drummers smashed them with their eyes closed. It seems that this drum has a deep hatred with them, and it must be smashed in one breath.

But the drum hammer is too small, and there is only a slight vibration when it hits the drum surface. So they gnashed their teeth and beat drums, and the veins stood out in their temples burst. A dozen dancing old ladies are also throwing caution to the wind. Their old backs are shaking, and they are wrinkled and smiling like flowers in the face of the roaring drums that are about to take off. I felt the bridge shaking with the drums, so I left quickly for fear of being late. I am so excited that I want to jump into the river.

Walking in the middle of the bridge, there are people selling grilled squid and sausages everywhere, messy cold noodles, all kinds of cold drinks and fruits, radios, flashlights, small household appliances, small goldfish, and children's video game cars flashing red lights in the night ... This is a small night market. Cars come from time to time on the bridge deck, but the harmony and happiness here can't be washed away.

I held the railing of the bridge and looked at the Jiaohe River. I can only see that the river is dark and shadowy, and there are a few faint lights on another bridge in the distance.

I walked to the bridge. In the dim light, several locals squatted by the bridge to enjoy the cool and chat. I stood for a while and began to walk back. The drummer at the other end of the bridge is still knocking, but not as hard as at first. Go back to the bridge, people are still coming this way. I know these are villagers from nearby villages, so they take a walk here after dinner. Wide bridge deck, Jiaohe Vivi, is a good place for summer vacation. Because more people come here to play, and then there are sellers, spontaneously forming a small night market.

I got off the bridge, went back to Yanhe Park, got into the tent and lay down again. The drums are still ringing, and the drums are gradually dense and violent. I think the old drummer has come to rest again. Those old ladies must have twisted their backs again. The old urchin's smile reappeared in front of my eyes ...

Happiness is that simple.

I slept with a drum on my pillow and had no dreams all night.