A lot of times, we're in a hurry,
I can only remember the distance and forget the road at my feet.
The noisy city, the neon street gradually blindfolded people's eyes,
Long and long, the distance will be distant,
The afterglow fades to blind spots.
Go to old street,
Sometimes the path is more than the destination.
Find a chance to step back from the most recent ancient home,
To find dreams that have been lost and will never be known...
The beginning of a dream is mostly due to a solitary walk.
There has never been a deliberate embellishment and allusions,
Maybe the street is so real and so long.
The wide asphalt road gets in the car,
The traffic lights have been a daily routine,
In the face of the old street,
I'm going to worry about how to adjust the aesthetic jet lag,
How to get the necessary information, or be sneered at,
Will be reduced to another pass.
The old street is the only place in xiushan county that still has the charm of the ancient life.
Because of the old and vicissitudes of life, because of the life of the generation,
The most important thing is that the long street, the house and the life are never separated and interrupted.
It just keeps breathing in life,
So the original spirit must be passed on to every detail of its slender body.
Walking down the street, flanked by rows of old wooden structures,
The shop and the house echo together before and after, the vicissitudes are more than the smoke thick, the prosperity that has been today is absent