The familiar street is an emotional link between me and the city. After years of graduation, even if I am in a foreign country, whenever I think of that familiar street, I can still feel the warmth of the memory as in the beginning.
This street is located in the center of the city, less than two kilometers long, but the rows and rows of long corridors and walkways, and the small stores with unique designs are a sight to behold. As soon as you set foot on the street, you can immediately feel its unique atmosphere, its distinctive culture and history. The streets and alleys are filled with different flavors of food, sometimes full of authentic Chinese traditional flavors to hit the taste buds; sometimes the romantic aroma of coffee makes you feel as if you have traveled through the streets of Europe. Those happy times spent here are especially memorable.
This street was also my favorite leisure destination during my adolescence. In those days, students would eagerly look forward to stepping onto this street from the end of afternoon classes to the end of evening study hall. We would stroll to the shopping center, listen to music, or sit in the park for a while. In the evenings, when movie theaters threw open their doors and square-dancing aunts set up shop, this lively street never disappointed.
As time passes, the familiar street has changed a lot, but it still marks my homecoming. Whenever I get on the car to go home, in the familiar scenery in front of me, I see the bits and pieces of my youthful days of shopping and spending time, and I feel the special emotional bond between this city and myself.
Stepping onto the familiar streets again, I can't help but marvel at the flow of time and the rush of youth. It may no longer be the same as when I was a child, and some of the stores that are within reach have already gone, but what remains at the end of the street is still a familiar flavor and a feeling that is hard to leave behind.
In this part of my history, the familiar streets are more like a must-pass road, marking my city life with colorful marks. Although I still think of that familiar street sometimes even when I am in a foreign country, it has been integrated into my life as a part of the city and has become an indispensable part of my memory.