栉比鳞次的雕梁画栋换成了比肩而立的钢筋水泥,历史走了,摩登来了,随之而来的冷漠却覆盖了城市,华丽的玻璃窗上难以反射出太阳的颜色。然而,城市虽然冰冷,却永远掩不住味的温暖、香的慰藉。坐在属于我的水泥格子里,冲一杯浓茶,任由思想离体,穿梭荏苒时光,反转回千年前的汴京。繁华的街道上,信马由缰行走在熙攘之间。拥挤的人流中,坐轿的、骑马的、挑担的、赶毛驴运货的、推独轮车的……皆匆匆与 Row after row of carved beams into a reinforced concrete shoulder to shoulder, the history gone, the modern came, followed by the indifference but covered the city, gorgeous glass is difficult to reflect the sun’s color. However, although the city is cold, it can never conceal the warmth and sweet consolation of taste. Sit in my cement lattice, a cup of strong tea, let the thought of isolated, shuttlecock time, back to a thousand years ago Bianjing. On the bustling streets, horses run by the halter between the bustling. Crowded people, the sedan chair, riding, pick, catch the delivery of the donkey, pushing a wheelbarrow ...... all in a hurry and