has more and more feelings for Chinese and elderly people. I mistakenly recognize it as Ida
According to the Hong Kong Greater Bay Area Times, it has more and more feelings for Chinese and elderly people. Every night, if you don’t make an appointment with friends, the past comes one after another, and never ends. Yesterday, I walked through Tsim Sha Tsui and returned home. I was a little tired. When I lay on the bed, I became friends with insomnia. My eyes were wide open and I stared at the bright ceiling, so I couldn't fall asleep. I got up and wanted to do something, but I did half of it, but I couldn't write it down. Oh! Is it like Ni Kuang , does the writing quota use up? No, I sip sake , gathering my thoughts, and then I suddenly realized that I had returned to the old Tsim Sha Tsui 55 years ago.
In the past, Tsim Sha Tsui was often mentioned in many articles. When my friends see it, they always ask, "Are you really nostalgic about Tsim Sha Tsui?" When facing such questions, I often can't tell you what's wrong. Are you really that attached to Tsim Sha Tsui? If I hadn't lived in Tsim Sha Tsui with my first love, would I have been so unforgettable to it? Being ambiguous means that you can use a smile to cover up your ugliness and stop answering. As I get older, I want to figure out everything, figure it out, and think hard, and finally I know that this is purely subjective emotional function and has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women. That first love lover has already married abroad, so I miss her much, and finally I can't get anything wrong with it. It's better to remember Tsim Sha Tsui!
50 years ago, I lived in Baole Lane. The roads on both sides were old houses of four or five stories high. The road surface was very narrow. When it was night, people and cars were rarely arrived and the lover was already asleep. It was best to read and write. At that time, I was just a young man in his 10s, and was very interested in writing. I sat in a small room, looking at the street view, and quietly conceived the novel in my mind. The short story written in the style of Yu Dafu was the product of that period.
Not far from Baole Lane, there is a coffee shop called "Dongbao Cafe". It is located in the basement and has a spiral staircase that hits the entrance and extends to the ground. The lights are dim, the music is light, and there are not many platforms. In the afternoon, I was quiet and there were not many customers. I ran there with about 10 yuan in my hand and had coffee. I occasionally spread out the original paper, wrote a novel or two, and threw it into the "Beijing Dian Daily". Often, many female servants looked at me in surprise, and I felt happy and started writing faster. One day, one of the thin and long-shaped waitresses walked over with a red face, holding a book in her hand, and said respectfully: "Mr. Yida, please sign a name, okay?" Oh! My mother, I became Mr. Ida! Should I sign the name or not? Guess! But after that trip, I didn’t dare to go to "Dongbao Cafe" no matter what I said!
Shenxicheng
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