Standing on the bridge and looking into the distance, a blue river divides the old street in two directions, and the white walls are densely distributed with black spots, and above are rows of neat black tiles.

The whole space blends together, just like the classic photo of the ancient town of Xitang that I saw on the Internet not long ago.

At this time, the sunlight casts a shadow of the house on the left in the river, and there are a number of dark boats moored on the platform on the right.

Early in the morning, writing on a tablecloth with a yellow and red jagged edge on the right

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There are still many tourists, he walked down the arched bridge, and saw a person in the crowd wearing a white shirt. Dark red. Hue. The woman in the long skirt was on the high eaves corridor of the building next to her, when he looked up slightly at her dyed slightly. Yellow. The girl's eyes happened to be thinking about him.

The scene under the water of the small bridge is like returning to the ancient and distant history. Palpitate. Move. As he walked through that. Delivery. Weave. In an instant, even her appearance was blurred, and only the clear eyes lingered in his memory for a long time.

He walked to the end of this old street and stood on the arched bridge on the other side, his eyes were surrounded by the ancient town with water and sky at 360 degrees.

In this sunlit world, the whole heart has become incomparably empty and quiet.

He didn't turn back, but turned straight to the alley to the right perpendicular to the old street, where there was a dressed . Tangerine. Yellow. Color., the girl in the short-sleeved top is holding the mobile phone slightly and owes slightly. Body, in the field of view of her screen, a girl around eighteen years old wearing a light blue cap with her right hand. Raise. Appearance. Lifted up to the front, her face was a little strapped. Shame, and a slight smile, in front of the art store behind him drooped down a line of flowers and willow leaves, pure., clean, soft, white, written:

Meet.,See.,You.,

In.,This.,Beauty.,Good.,The.,Summer.,

He quickly walked out of this ancient building complex, in front of him is a cement paved path, should have been built in the nineties of the last century, there are many potholes on the road cement blocks, next to the two rows of three-story small buildings on the cement floor occasionally with chalk, ink to write some advertising, no tiles and other decorations, a row of some inclined wire pillars on the side of the road there are still some small advertising shredded paper, this monotonous., naked., exposed., The architectural style of the exterior has long existed in the childhood memories of the impoverished last century.

Now that he saw it again, he suddenly felt that the world around him had returned to that distant era in the space of this moment, and the touch of his heart was like the polishing of time, which made him feel a little emotional.,No.,Self.,Forbidden.,Want to take a few more looks.,His pace couldn't help but slow down by two points.。

Under the dark brown awning sticking out of front of a small shop on the right, there is also a white-bearded man in his seventies. Old. Head. Sitting there leisurely with a fan, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the cement road in front of him, his pupils were cloudy, and he didn't seem to notice that the young man who was walking on the side of the road was imprinting the surrounding scene in his mind every moment.

Time will leave everything in front of you in the long river of history, turning into memories that may not be passed on at all. He walked down the alley anyway, and in the distance there was still the rushing traffic of the morning rush hour.

He walked briskly along the road in the direction of the municipal hospital, and he could see the entrance to a park on the other side, and he looked all the way on this side of the road, and he still walked across the road at the end of it, and the same breakfast car was parked at the end of the road. Day. On the road in the sun, on the shoulder of the road where electric cars are constantly passing, there are no customers at the moment.

He suddenly felt that he had to have a long meeting this morning, and after walking so far in the morning, he estimated that he would have low blood sugar at noon: "Boss, I want a finger cake, add egg tenderloin, and put sweet and spicy sauce." ”

In the direction of the traffic, a man in his thirties drove a Yadea electric car to the side of the road, walked to the shadow behind the dining car and said, "Give me a finger cake." ”

The sun was shining directly on his body, and he only squinted his eyes slightly, perhaps enjoying the experience brought by the heat now, and on this busy day, he walked towards Guangji Park in the opposite direction, which was from the bottom of his heart to feel a city and its most simple early morning imprint.