Snatching a little leisure from my busy life, I return to my hometown.

 

To my astonishment, I find that the only thing belongs to me about that city is memory. Those new buildings and plazas are so strange, and even unease me. I like to stroll on one familiar street with flourishing phoenix trees on both sides; there, I often recall fragments of past events in my childhood and teenager-times. Five years ago, just on the exact street, I was weaving dreams about high-school life on my new bicycle.

 

People often regard their adolescent periods as “golden times”; however, I do not think so. Anyhow, difficulties, frustrations and restrictions are densely covered in my high-school life, and I think I’ve got more freedom, passion and lucky in my university, which is located in a metropolis overflowing with modern civilization.

 

Oh, my odd nostalgia…