When I was a child, I lived in a small low-rise bungalow by the railroad where the trains rumbled. A narrow street with a row of old bungalows.
Whenever a train passes behind the house, the whole house on the street will tremble, and after the rumbling noise is over, our old street will be calm again.
Every evening, people in a street would come out of their homes, sit sparsely on the street, brag about nonsense together, and pull home.
During the Spring Festival, the walls of the streets are filled with thousands of firecrackers, winding from the street to the end of the street. Until the time of turning the clock to celebrate the New Year, they were lit together, and the whole street cheered and celebrated together.
Those warm scenes are still fresh in my mind, and the movie made me relive those memories and touches
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