With the Limit of Heat (Chushu) ushering in the autumn, Nanning is graced with a subtle chill—a refreshing coolness that surpasses even Nanjing’s. It is nine at night, I wander through narrow alleys where most stalls have already packed up for the night, then stroll into People’s park where silence reigns on all sides. As I saunter amidst the shifting shadows of the lights, I recall the ancient delight of ‘roaming the night with a flickering candle.’ We moderns possess all the advantages of technology, yet where is the true spirit of ‘seizing the joy of the moment’ to be found?