Long-lost Chengdu, East Suburb Memory.

Chengdu in September, the sky is like a washed sapphire, clear and deep, the sun gently sprinkles on the ancient city wall, giving the city a faint golden glow. The long-lost East Suburb Memory, on such a bright day, once again set foot in, it seems to be a gentle invitation of time. Walking in this familiar neighborhood, every step is stepping on the rhythm of memory, but surprisingly found that it has quietly changed its new clothes. Those old factories that used to be, now have changed, become the palace of art and culture, graffiti walls tell the story of youth, coffee shops are filled with melodious jazz, every corner is full of unique charm and vitality. Some days have not come, the change is amazing. The hustle and bustle of the past and the silence, here intertwined into a vivid picture, can not help but sigh at the magic of the years and the vitality of the city. I like this change, it is not only the transformation of physical space, but also the touch of the soul, is a tribute to the past, but also the expectation for the future. Here, you can feel the slow flow of time, but also capture the pulse of the city. East Suburb Memory is no longer just a place, it has become a bridge connecting the past and the present, so that everyone who returns can find their own touch and belonging. The wind in September, gently blowing, with a hint of coolness and comfort, as if to tell us: every reunion, there are new stories waiting to start.