Small Kicks on The Students’Street
I often roam in the students’ street for pure fun. I suspect many of the students have rapport with me in this hobby.
Feeling tired after a long time of study, I prefer to abandon the book for the moment and put myself into anther colorful and flavorful world. Stealing out the school gate, I instantly get refreshed.
There are, of course, various vividness compared with the gray of the books, even as words are concerned: most of the small shops are named wonderfully—Parallel, Shy She, Cool Boy, Blue Sky, etc. Decorated with cool or warm color, fashionable or classical pictures, upper--class or homelike settings, the shops here display a wonderful land of imagination of human beings.
And as for the goods, God only knows how rich this street is. I believe every person from every stratum will manage to find his favorite from different shops, whose styles can be so easily distinguished by their decoration that one would never make a mistake in stepping into one. There are formal suits and leather shoes, mini—skirts and south Korean modern—styled clothes, cosmetics and adornments in vogue, imaginative handiworks and DIY creations, super stars’ portraits and cartoon figures. However, I can’t count out, just to mention what comes to my lips at once. What a customer needs to do is to make sure what he needs and prevent from being tempted by the variety and individuality of the goods.
If time permits, one can step into one of the shops, say a clothes or shoes one, and try a coat or a pair of shoes on, especially as peculiar as possible, and look himself in the mirror, tasting what he dare not do in everyday life, and unnecessarily worrying about others’ critics, as long as he doesn’t pay attention to the shop assistants’ impatience.
Then the flavor out of the shop along the street is necessarily another lure. I think only the cleaning woman can count out the sorts from the rubbish if she ever works out this math question. Maybe, there are no less than thirty. The sweet or the salty, the spicy or the sour, or even the bitter; the Sichuan’s flavor, the Shanxi’s, the Wuhan’s, or even the Xinjiang’s, it’s up to you. However, the skill of choosing a more hygienic booth is another venture one would experience at the expense of his wallet and health. The just-smell-and-not-taste school seemed to be advocated in this street. If you defeat you greed, you’ll be satisfied at your perseverance. On the other hand, if you are conquered by the flavor, you will be content with it, just comforting yourself that next time you would never give in.
I often roam in the students’ street for pure fun. I suspect many of the students have rapport with me in this hobby.
Feeling tired after a long time of study, I prefer to abandon the book for the moment and put myself into anther colorful and flavorful world. Stealing out the school gate, I instantly get refreshed.
There are, of course, various vividness compared with the gray of the books, even as words are concerned: most of the small shops are named wonderfully—Parallel, Shy She, Cool Boy, Blue Sky, etc. Decorated with cool or warm color, fashionable or classical pictures, upper--class or homelike settings, the shops here display a wonderful land of imagination of human beings.
And as for the goods, God only knows how rich this street is. I believe every person from every stratum will manage to find his favorite from different shops, whose styles can be so easily distinguished by their decoration that one would never make a mistake in stepping into one. There are formal suits and leather shoes, mini—skirts and south Korean modern—styled clothes, cosmetics and adornments in vogue, imaginative handiworks and DIY creations, super stars’ portraits and cartoon figures. However, I can’t count out, just to mention what comes to my lips at once. What a customer needs to do is to make sure what he needs and prevent from being tempted by the variety and individuality of the goods.
If time permits, one can step into one of the shops, say a clothes or shoes one, and try a coat or a pair of shoes on, especially as peculiar as possible, and look himself in the mirror, tasting what he dare not do in everyday life, and unnecessarily worrying about others’ critics, as long as he doesn’t pay attention to the shop assistants’ impatience.
Then the flavor out of the shop along the street is necessarily another lure. I think only the cleaning woman can count out the sorts from the rubbish if she ever works out this math question. Maybe, there are no less than thirty. The sweet or the salty, the spicy or the sour, or even the bitter; the Sichuan’s flavor, the Shanxi’s, the Wuhan’s, or even the Xinjiang’s, it’s up to you. However, the skill of choosing a more hygienic booth is another venture one would experience at the expense of his wallet and health. The just-smell-and-not-taste school seemed to be advocated in this street. If you defeat you greed, you’ll be satisfied at your perseverance. On the other hand, if you are conquered by the flavor, you will be content with it, just comforting yourself that next time you would never give in.
After such a marvelous trip, hardly exists any boredom. By and large, it is one of the flavorings in my university life.