There is such a group of people at the end of the city. In order to make a living, they are running and looking forward to it. But left a deep footprint in this city. Their faces are engraved with the traces of years, and they work with industrious hands. One knife after another, the cleanliness of the face makes people feel refreshed, a string of selling, a string of grapes sweet and sour, a smile on the face, that is the happiness of harvest. A busy day in this smile scattered tired. Hard-working, smiling, happy, revealing a share of simplicity. Honest and industrious they enjoy the good time of life!