Old Times in Bengbu——Warmth and Memories of Hometown
Walking in the quaint alleys of Bengbu, every step seems to be stepping on the veins of time. The brick houses, mottled walls and narrow stone roads in the old city all quietly tell stories of the past. I remember when I was a child, the aunt next door would always put a basket of fresh fruits at the entrance of the alley. Her warm smile and kind greetings filled the whole alley with a strong breath of life. During traditional festivals, every household will not forget to paste paper-cuts and hang lanterns in their busy schedule. The whole community will be immersed in a peaceful and lively atmosphere, making people seem to travel back to that simple era.
Whenever I stroll through these familiar street corners, I can always recall the scenes of chasing and playing at the end of the alley when I was a child. The laughter at that time was crisp, as if it could dispel all the troubles. The wooden windows and mottled door frames in the old houses have witnessed the rise and fall of generations. The old banyan tree with thick annual rings on the street still stands in the wind and rain, guarding this land full of historical atmosphere. Whenever the sun sets, I like to find a corner to sit down and quietly watch the setting sun dye the old city with a layer of golden color, and my heart is filled with infinite emotion and warmth.
In the memory of this city, there are not only silent buildings, but also those enthusiastic people. They convey warmth and kindness in the most simple way. No matter how life changes, this emotion has never changed. Every detail of my hometown is quietly telling the unique story of Bengbu, which is deeply engraved in my heart and becomes my eternal spiritual home.
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