Writing: Listen, silent voice.

It's not completely bright yet, and the fog hasn't receded.

I got up early and stood by the window looking out. Although it is vaguely seen that every household has been decorated with lanterns, there are very few people in the street, only some dead leaves are blown up by the wind, and they spin in the air and fall down again; It was blown up and fell down; Explosion, fall ... boundless. Besides, it's white.

Suddenly, a little warm color appeared in front-fluorescent yellow. Followed by a vast warmth ... they are unknown "urban beauticians"-cleaning workers. I saw them come to this section with a bucket of water in one hand and a brush in the other. After that, I began to bury my head in cleaning up various advertisements posted on walls and telephone poles.

Look at the water. No steaming. It should be very cold. They brush advertisements with a wet brush dipped in water, and then dig down bit by bit by hand. Nobody wears gloves because they have to choose paper. They only use their bare hands, picking bit by bit, picking bit by bit ... I see them rubbing their hands and leaning against their mouths to warm up from time to time. However, after warming up, I put my brush in cold water to wash it. I started cleaning and digging bit by bit. ...

After about half an hour, all kinds of advertisements were cleared, but a few were scattered on several telephone poles. The hands of the cleaners' aunts are red with cold, but they still insist on cleaning up the last few; There may be many advertisements waiting for them to clean up. ...

A young aunt walked to a telephone pole, and there was only one left on it. Because there were photos on it, she stopped to have a look, but she was still cleaning the last one with a brush in her hand. But the hand in mid-air suddenly stopped, and after a while, it was put down again. She shook her head and took the advertising fee to another telephone pole. Although far apart, I still feel a "alas" shaking my head from behind. ...

After a while, another aunt came to the front of this list. Similarly, her hand in mid-air stopped, put it down again, and then shook her head and walked away. I feel a sigh again. Since then, almost everyone has acted in the same way ... Out of curiosity, I put on my down jacket and went out to the "special" telephone pole.

There is a picture looking for you: the girl in the picture has a beautiful smile, and the picture says: "Su Jie, female, 10 years old, lost in the afternoon of February 1 year, ..." Tomorrow is New Year's Eve! Alas!

It's dawn, but the fog has not dispersed and the sun has not yet appeared. I let the cold air invade every crack in my clothes and pierce my muscles and bones, because I don't feel cold at all, and I feel a rare warmth on earth. ...

Stopped in mid-air slowly put down the hand, shaking his head back, are silent voices-alas!

Listen, silent voice!