街边梧桐枝叶成荫,仿佛记录着岁月的印痕。这好似上海的隐秘花园,把邻近的喧嚣全都隔离开了,只盛放属于自己的气息:那是夹缠着过去和现代、东方和西方的混合体,仿佛因为有着岁月的沉淀,呼吸都会缓慢下来。 The trees on the street are shaded by trees, as if they were recorded in years. This is like the secretive garden of Shanghai, which isolates all the neighboring skeletons and only holds their own breath: it is a mixture of the past and the modern, eastern and western worlds. It seems to be slow to breathe because of years of precipitation. Down.