A whole more than two years, almost has the appearance of Takahashi can not remember, but the town is always in my heart Takahashi, a large proportion, after all, where I was studying and living for three years, more importantly, where I mentor and friend. I do not know what busy was not enough time is always used, and finally have the opportunity to re-visit this old haunt, has leapt up from the hearts of five years ago, when Takahashi first came to the mysterious feeling, as if everything is unfamiliar, I am really can not wait.
When I set foot on a stone street town, I found myself wrong, completely wrong - the cut was so familiar, so friendly, Takahashi, and there is no "each year and a different under three years," most places Or, like a few years ago, at least on the surface to be so. And I also understand that with my knowledge and experience, her knowledge can only just stop at the surface, this, and nothing to regret.
Follow the Stone Street has been in-depth, I walked in silence, feeling the town's unique style, it seems a bit enchanted. Ah! Come, or whether this tea, it lit the dim light of an old teahouse. I remember I used to go to school every day through here, which is always peak and visitors crowd, steaming, and old people 351 tables, Paoshang a pot of tea every day talking endless novelty. Their lives on the teahouse has become an important component. And now it is 9:00 am here seem so quiet, only the tiger alone distribute heat in the kitchen, I do not know why, I suddenly remembered一句广告词: listen does not mean that silence is sometimes also a kind of quiet strength!
Approaching a curve on my alma mater - Takahashi secondary school. On the way, I always figured a walk to the campus, take a look, but now I pulled out playing drums, I almost lost all resolve. To tell the nasty point, I did not face the door with head held high into his alma mater. Although I am well aware that his mother his son will never be too ugly, not too son's incompetence, but it did come up with his son's overall cast, the always want to have success, always want to win glory for the mother!
Finally, I did not go to school, Fan Shen back, after a goldfish stall, stop for a long time. There selling all kinds of beautiful goldfish. There are also many beautiful birds, with a sale of all kinds of bird food and fish food. I looked at those nameless goldfish in the tank to swim, play, simply a little lost in thought, and suddenly the boss's question back to reality: "how, like it, buy a few back, right?" I think the would like to, or rejected, not because I do not like, but I knew that if I bought them, they must not have a good day too, may go hungry, may get sick, maybe soon ... ... I really do not have the heart to to hurt them, only for their blessings: good live, never like they are now happy!
Along the path, I have a whole have come a big circle, came to the last stop of the trip - Xinhua Bookstore. Perhaps here is my current trip Takahashi saw the biggest change: the supermarket-style open-shelf sales of the operating area of the entire bookstore expanded several times, all kinds of books, neatly stacked on shelves, books, books of people a lot, but everything is orderly - this is perhaps the power of culture, bar! I watched for a while inside the book, but also pick one, they act as return visit to commemorate the bar.
The car slowly started, I looked back, it seems that the change was felt Takahashi, variable high, variable prosperity, and the town's unique atmosphere and that more rich, while the same is my right to her share of attachment, would the emotions, I do not know when to come back. By then, must go to his alma mater, walk, take a look around.
Author: _wfo06226
