The corner of the noisy city is the quiet alley I long for. I ride an old-fashioned bicycle with a small fresh basket made by myself. The sun shines on the road through the shade of the trees, and the shadows of the flowers are mottled and dotted with stars. If you also envy such a comfortable and leisurely life, and there is a quiet alley waiting for your arrival, why not make a beautiful flower basket for your bicycle!