Zh: 晨色还未完全的褪去，霓虹灯的余晖一直闪到白天，在混乱的城市的一隅，张伟举着他最宝贵的萨克斯风，独自站在寂静的街角。这条街道上的每块石砖都淬炼着他的梦想，即使沉寂，即使困顿。
En: The morning colors had not completely faded, and the glow of the neon lights continued into the day. In a corner of the chaotic city, Zhang Wei held his most precious saxophone, standing alone on a quiet street corner. Every brick on this street was tempered with his dreams, even in silence, even in hardship.

Zh: 张伟这一天早早起床，只为能在街头的最长的黄昏中找到身心的共鸣。他吹奏的旋律像风一样悠扬，带着早晨的清醒和冷静，穿越忙碌的街头，绕进了街头巷尾，让人无法忽视。
En: Zhang Wei woke up early that day, just to find a resonance of body and mind in the longest dusk on the street. The melodies he played were as melodious as the wind, carrying the clarity and calmness of the morning. They traversed the busy streets, winding through the alleys, impossible to ignore.

Zh: 然而，这个城市忙碌的人群似乎并未注意到他。他们脚步匆匆，面孔冷漠，无暇听这个街头艺人的诗歌。张伟的心沉重了起来，他的萨克斯风演奏渐渐地失去了力度，成了仅仅穿越街头巷尾的轻微声响。
En: However, the busy crowds of this city seemed to pay no attention to him. They hurriedly walked, their faces cold and indifferent, too preoccupied to listen to the poetry of this street artist. Zhang Wei felt his heart grow heavy, and his saxophone playing gradually lost its strength, becoming just a faint sound traversing the streets and alleys.

Zh: 然而他坚持不懈，坚定地吹奏着他的萨克斯风。他的旋律藏着故事，它们充满了希望和悲伤，充满了生活的苦涩和生命的坚韧。他知道，他的音乐与这个城市，与他的人生一样，只要有坚持，总有一天会被人听见。
En: Nevertheless, he persisted, steadfastly playing his saxophone. His melodies hid stories, full of hope and sadness, filled with the bitterness of life and the toughness of life. He knew that his music, like this city and his life, as long as he persevered, would be heard by someone one day.

Zh: 正当他吹奏出更加激烈的旋律时，一个小男孩竟然在他的身边停了下来。他静静地听着，清澈的眼眸中充满了对音乐的热爱和对这个世界的好奇。他没有金钱，但他赠给张伟的是他一直渴望的认同感。
En: Just as he played a more intense melody, a little boy unexpectedly stopped beside him. He listened quietly, his clear eyes full of love for music and curiosity about the world. He had no money, but what he gave Zhang Wei was the sense of recognition he had longed for.

Zh: 眼看着夜幕降临，张伟改变了吹奏的方式，他轻挑萨克斯风弯曲的金属体，共鸣出为小男孩独奏的曲子。音乐如水流淌过街头，洗涤了这天的疲惫，亦弥漫着温暖与安慰。小男孩望着张伟，眼眸中闪过的是对音乐的敬畏，便知道那是他生命中最美的瞬间。
En: As night fell, Zhang Wei changed his style of playing. He gently plucked the curved metal body of the saxophone and resonated a solo piece for the little boy. The music flowed through the streets like water, washing away the fatigue of the day, filling the air with warmth and comfort. The little boy looked at Zhang Wei, and in his eyes flashed awe for the music, knowing that it was the most beautiful moment of his life.

Zh: 这个城市世俗繁华，人们三千疾走，只有张伟和小男孩在街头，享受这个陷入夜色的华灯初上时分，低声吟诵着城市的赞歌。最后，小男孩离开了，但留给张伟的，是信任，是认同，也是他演奏下去的动力。
En: In this bustling city, people hurriedly walked, but only Zhang Wei and the little boy were on the street, enjoying the moment when the night descended and the city lights first lit up, softly reciting the anthem of the city. Finally, the little boy left, but what he left with Zhang Wei was trust, recognition, and the motivation to keep playing.

Zh: 张伟知道，他的音乐，和他的生活一样，都需要时间的熏陶。童年的梦想，成了他的力量，推动他在这个城市边缘的街头艺人生涯中依然坚守。那个街角的陌生小男孩，就是他音乐旅程中的一盏灯火，在黎明前的黑暗中指引着他。
En: Zhang Wei knew that his music, like his life, needed time to mature. His childhood dreams became his strength, propelling him to persevere in his career as a street artist on the edge of this city. The unfamiliar little boy on that street corner was a guiding light in the darkness before dawn, guiding his musical journey.