One cold winter night in Shanghai, I was walking home at one in the morning after long tiring work. L was having trouble with my job in the bank. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up living there. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warn and to keep away any possible danger. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets(毛毯).
Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me. l turned quickly, and all I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so l started to run faster. When I reached home, I realised what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Now I wasn't cold or tired anymore. I ran back to where Td heard the noise. Although I searched carefully for fifteen minutes, I couldn't find my wallet anywhere. Just as l was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck(垃圾车)come to me. When a voice called from the in sidle," Alisa Chen?" I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man." Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 am by the time I got into bed. But I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realised that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.