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她不喜欢现在的自己。还记得那天,一群西装革履的人来看她这条默默无闻的小街。他们讲着什么“开发”“商业”之类的话题,她一句也听不懂,只好轻轻吟唱着自己最熟悉的昆曲小调。她叫平江路。她万万没想到,从那天开始,这朴素的名字走进了所有人的视野。她的世界改变了。很多沿河的房屋开始重新修整,越来越多正装打扮的人出现在她的视野中,可原来那对整天在她耳边吆喝卖桂花圆子的老夫妻在某
She does not like the present herself. Still remember that day, a group of people in suits and ties came to see her this unknown street. They talked about what “development ” “commercial ” and the like, she did not understand a sentence, had to gently sing the most familiar Kunqu Opera minor. Her name is Pingjiang Road. She never imagined, from that day, this simple name into everyone’s vision. Her world has changed. A lot of houses along the river began to re-trim, more and more dress up people appeared in her field of vision, the original that day in her ear shouting osmanthus round old married couple in a