Strolling through the old town area of Xiamen||The long-missed familiarity always evokes a poignant nostalgia

The long-missed familiarity always evokes a poignant nostalgia. I find myself wandering aimlessly through the old town area from time to time, with familiar streets filled with memories. Zhongshan Road, Xiaxi Road, Siming East Road, Xinhua Road, Siming North Road, Kaiyuan Road, Dayuan Road, Datong Road, Siming West Road, Siming South Road, Zhenhai Road, and countless other small streets and alleys that I can't remember or have never paid attention to, weave through and connect. This is a labyrinth of memories, with clear or vague impressions, comparing the present scenes with the past, looking for differences or similarities. The city changes day by day, the neighborhoods constantly renew, and memories evolve accordingly. Sometimes, the more I try to remember something, the more it blurs. Rivers deposit silt, and time also presses pause secretly in some corners, these scattered fragments prevent the past from being easily erased.