Soviet Building

Who can really explain the meaning of life clearly? Where are the fresh faces living deep in the memory going now? What kind of life do we have under the same blue sky? How friendship, family affection, and love are performed in this building, interpreting the meaning of life. The red brick wall has experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and its color has gradually faded, just like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, seeing through the worldly detachment. Only the spire still shows the uniqueness of the Soviet Building. I was born in the late 1970s, and I had an indissoluble bond with this building during my time before college. She used her unique tolerance to accept our generation, which is what adults call the happiest generation after the founding of New China. It has not experienced disasters or wars, but has experienced the clarion call of reform and opening up, the bright lights of the T-stage, and the era of celebrities and idols. Memories are happy, allowing us to remember the past, but they are also painful, reminding us of old friends and friendships that can no longer be regained. From the moment I left my hometown and boarded the train to make a living, the shadow of the Soviet Union Building lingered in my dreams. Inadvertently, I seemed to hear the laughter of my friends again, and saw the dark but joyful big corridor. I smelled the aroma of vegetables when everyone was cooking, and saw the mahjong table set up in the corridor, and the relatives at the table...