Is "Let This Time Be Long" by Guo Jingming a book?

Guo Jingming's "Moth Express"

Let this time be long

Guo Jingming

In the last few days of December 2011, I was After finishing my errands outside, the sun happened to be very bright that day and the temperature was also high. It was a rare good weather in the hazy and cold winter. I came out of the Peninsula Hotel, walked around the newly renovated British Consulate on the Bund - now renamed the Financiers Club, and walked all the way north.

A few golden tulip trees on the roadside have been blown by the winter wind all season long, leaving only the sharp branches swaying in the wind. When you raise your head, against the blue sky, you seem to be able to hear those trees. The sound of branches scratching against a piece of blue glass. At my feet were golden leaves that were blown by the wind.

This is currently the last relatively quiet place in the Bund area of ??Shanghai. A little further south, there are surging tourist crowds, the sound of countless cameras clicking their shutters, and the flashes coming and going, like sparks crackling under the golden sun.

I walked across the Suzhou River from Sichuan Road Bridge, raised my head, and saw the Shanghai General Post Office. Clear sunlight was slowly flowing on the facade of its European-style building, and the sparkling waves of the Suzhou River were reflected in the Shanghai General Post Office. On its outer wall, it seems as if the golden body of time has been smashed into pieces by big hands.

I walked to the door and saw an uncle in a security uniform sitting at the door reading a newspaper. He was wearing reading glasses and had an old pen in his uniform pocket. He took it out from time to time and wrote in the newspaper. Drawing circles on top.

"Is this post office still open?" I stood at the gate, looking at the old museum-like building, and couldn't help but ask him.

"The post office? It's closed for a long time, young man." The uncle raised his head, his glasses hung low on the bridge of his nose, his eyes looked out from the top of the lenses, and he said with a smile to me, "This is now a museum. ."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"You can go in and have a look." He added to me.

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