I do not know what kind of street, called "old", the old street is a block of stores, stores, so that the stall set up people, a place to shelter, in the roadside of people, support a house.
The streets of the old streets can be paved with stone, or stone roads, brick and stone roads ...... the most interesting streets in this world should be the water city of Venice, every one of its streets, are waterways.
Old Street, is the street old enough to forget the memories of time too long, and I can only see in the memory of this brick carving, the unforgiving traces of the years. The old street is old, old about to leave the world, and just came here tourists, they keep shooting this ancient magic with their cameras.
In the early years of the city, the buses were all trams, I have seen the trams are trackless, as for the trams running in the city, very few, very few now there are no trams, human development, the years are progressing.
Green bricks, gray tiles, carved doors and windows, the merchants of that time are more profit than parting? I think we should still tell the later people that many of the buildings, it does not last long, there are great old streets are the same in repair, digging out the charm of finishing.
People who like the old street, have a nostalgic heart, thanks to such people, care, companionship support, so that the old street can still survive for a while. But still to wither away, perhaps this is the meaning of life is to have the existence of death.
I feel like walking on top of the old streets before I have a feeling that I am home. In the past, the wanderers had a kind of near-hometown love, away from home, not knowing the development and changes in their hometown.
Once many years later, across the mountains, rivers and seas, back to the familiar places, see all the unfamiliar buildings, things are not what they used to be. The only thing that I want to talk about is the old streets, the familiarity of my soul.