In the late autumn of Beijing, the weather has already begun to turn cold. The strong wind blows, and sand inadvertently lands in your mouth. The streets and alleys are full of Beijing flavor; it's now rush hour, and the crowd surges. After work, the people disperse, and acquaintances exchange a few quick words before hurriedly parting. Those on bicycles pedal quickly to get home as everyone is busy preparing dinner, and those with children need to pick them up.
Close to the main road, passersby include those wearing factory uniforms, unit uniforms, and many people in patched coats and cotton-padded jackets, walking briskly while wrapping their hands and occasionally greeting familiar faces with smiles. In this crowd, a pair of men and women in military uniforms stand out, not only because they are pushing two gleaming bicycles but also because the man looks handsome and the woman pretty. Together, they walk like a picturesque scene.
