I was walking in the old town of this city when the plane leaves fell. I haven't been here for several years since the train station moved. I didn't expect the unusually prosperous old city to be so deserted. The streets that were not wide at first are now empty, with few pedestrians and vehicles. The lakeside block from Dongting South Road to Cishita used to be a bustling area where people came and went. Now there is no decent storefront except a few small shops that weave fishing nets, several grocery stores and several food stalls. I walked all the way and didn't see a car passing by, nor did I see a car parked on both sides of the street, not even a decent car. It's not the streets of the new town. There are all kinds of high-end cars on both sides. The pavement of the street should be asphalt pavement, but it should be asphalt pavement 30 years ago. It splits into lines, like the face of a weather-beaten old man, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree. Cracked asphalt cracks are filled with a lot of dust. Although it has accumulated over time, it has not been filled. Perhaps these gaps are getting bigger and deeper; Perhaps the dust is often washed away by rain, and the traces of time are more and more clearly visible. French phoenix trees on both sides of the street occasionally drop one or two yellow leaves under your feet, which are inadvertently turned by the autumn wind, blowing from one end of the street to the other and from one end of the street to the other.
From the mouth of the cave to the old railway station, it is probably called Jianshe South Road. More than half the sidewalks on both sides of the street have been closed. Some rolling gates are obliquely inserted in rusty metal grooves, with one end touching the ground and the other end suspended, leaving a triangular doorway with a black sign on it. It's hard to guess what business this store used to do. The mottled walls count the wind and frost of the years, and the cobweb at the door corner is covered with furry dust, and the owner of the cobweb has long since disappeared. Suddenly, a black cat came out of the door and gave me a faint cry of "meow-woo-woo-woo". Not as domineering as those cats in our community. The cat's body is very slender, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is thin. Is it that wild cats have lost weight? It seems to be hungry often. I wonder how long the cat has been in it and whether it has caught any mice. The cat is covered with a thick layer of dust. I'm afraid it will change color if it is cleaned. Its eyes are not as round as other cats, showing a little light. Only this light can see a little anger on this cat.
The old railway station was turned into a freight station, and two rusty doors opened at will, like a tramp's open coat. For a long time, no cars can get in and out. This place, twenty years ago, before the new railway station was built, was very lively and often crowded with people. Now there are fewer people and fewer doors, and we can't see the lively scenes of that year. Standing on a Little Square, I feel a little empty. From the open door, you can see a series of express trains bound for north and south, but they will never stop at this old station again. Today's old railway station is like a dying old woman, standing in the bleak autumn wind, thinking about the past scenery.
This used to be the origin of the city, but now it seems far away from the city. The fences on one side of the street are all gray and very old. There is a novel place not far away, but it is a public toilet when you look closer. Only this public toilet, on the whole street, has a modern urban atmosphere.
Maybe I shouldn't have come here at this time, and I caught up with such a windy cloudy day, which made the old city more gray.
"Come back next spring!" I said to myself.
I am looking forward to the arrival of next spring, and I am looking forward to the arrival of spring in the old city!