Recently, in Chinese self-media, there is a poem called "Commute" with the content: "Bicycle bids farewell to the setting sun, subway seeks the spring breeze. Three years and one hundred thousand miles, never leaving Beijing." I feel that a more fitting title would be "Ox and Horse." This society has trapped everyone in a cage, day after day, year after year, going in circles, still staying in the same place. They are numb yet longing for the future, always placing hope in tomorrow. When it is no longer the bicycle bidding farewell to the setting sun, it will be time to be abandoned.