Youbu Ancient Town: A Poem of Fireworks in the Gap of Time

Youbu Impression: A poem of fireworks in the long scroll of time, the bluestone road winding, as if whispering stories of the past, each stone slab bearing the footprints of time, cold to the touch, but rubbing out the temperature of history. The early tea stalls on the street are steaming hot and bustling with people. People sit around the tea fragrance, and time slows down; the water at the ancient wharf is slow, and the wooden boats sway gently. Although the prosperity of the past merchant ships and the distribution of goods has faded, it has left a quiet heritage. The old houses along the shore are scattered, and the mottled walls are the graffiti of time. The slightly upturned eaves, Youbu is like a quiet poem, using fireworks to outline the words, singing softly in the long river of time. When I leave, its appearance has been imprinted in my heart, becoming a gentle ink mark in the depths of memory that will never fade. When I visit again, I will continue to write the unfinished chapter between me and it.