“穿过拥挤的人群,甩开繁华的都市,四月春雨朦胧中的桶街,犹如一位褪尽铅华的老者,安静地躲在城市角落,偌大的天空被林立的高楼遮掩,衣着华丽的年轻男女匆匆走过,凹处的积水平静得犹如一面镜子,天空阴沉,四周寂寥。他开始沉默,思绪飞回过往,桶街那百年来的风风雨雨,门庭若市的热闹街区,都历历在目;嘈杂却欢快的刨木声,也似乎弥漫在耳畔。只可惜,如今的他人能叹息着,时代的脚步,你是否能稍稍停下,是否能再回头望一望我未泯的心。” “Through the crowds, throw off the bustling city, April street in the dim spring rain, like a faded lead elders, quietly hiding in the city corner, the huge sky was covered with tall buildings, clothing Gorgeous young men and women hurried past, the concavity of the water calm as a mirror, the sky gloomy, surrounded by loneliness.He began to silence, thoughts fly back in the past, bucket street that years of ups and downs, dignified city neighborhood, are Vividly; noisy but cheerful planing wood, it seems to pervade the ears. Unfortunately, now others can sigh, the pace of the times, whether you can stop slightly, can look back and look at my unfinished heart.”