On November 27, 1988, I came to Shanghai alone. When I set foot on this land, I felt extremely satisfied. Shanghai, Shanghai, I have too many fantasies about Shanghai. But as I slowly approached the city, every step seemed groundless, and I wanted to escape again. This city seems to be able to accommodate anyone and be discarded at any time.
The reason why I fall in love with this city is entirely because of my grandmother. She died before I was born. The only thing I know about her is a black and white photo and a diary like a dead leaf. The diary records every detail of her life. The photo was left by her grandma when she was about 20 years old. Just by looking at her black and white eyebrows, you can see how elegant she was.
My grandma's name is Su Wan, Wan from southern Anhui. She spent the most dazzling years of her life in Shanghai in 1930.
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