Chapter 52 Ancient city spring scene

The times cannot grasp the troubles of the times themselves,— Hasty dissatisfaction, don't call it the whining of the age— Turned into resentment again, gathering a pile of black smoke Out of the chimney, the new concept stands opposite the ancient city building! No wonder this tender gray, questionable spring Want muddy yellow wind and sand, along the white cement street, Lower your head again to find the lost romance When it comes to blue cotton curtains and swastika railings, are you still on the threshold of the old shop? Searching, there is no need for novelty and new discoveries, old ones are guaranteed

Even older, needs emerald sugar cane for crutches Come to support the small fruit stand under the city wall, the fresh red candied haws Still shining, strings like old coral, Not afraid of the dust of the new era.