青岛人在美国

Florence is the birthplace of the European rebirth, the Renaissance. After about 500 years, I walked into this glorious city, which had had its utter brilliance over the 15th century. Inside the ciry, I felt the time had gone back: all the narrow stony roads, low birck houses and wall doodles were perfectly preserved. Carriages and horses were more common scenes than cars and trains, which made it a classic shelter in the already modernized world. I heard that the government proposed to add 5 new train/bus route in the city, but the wise and courageous citizens blocked 4 of them by voting. So they voted to choose the changes they wanted, not to profit; I heartily paid my respect.

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Friends-reunion, like summer wind, feels so good at the very first encouter, recalling, riviving all the dusk-covered playmates’ memories of spring, but, after that, just like summer wind, leaves nothing but a bleak rustle of autumn. It has a color of maple and a taste of maple candy; “Wow, beautiful, yummy, How!” one SIGHs.

This is maybe the last time fo me to see most of my junior high brothers, sisters, sons, nephews, and so it is for most others, I guess. Read more