On Christmas Eve, I took my friends back from Spain to eat hairy crabs from Yangcheng Lake and went to the old street of Bacheng. At three o'clock in the afternoon in winter, there are no tourists here. The old street was empty and unusually quiet, and the silk kunqu was faintly heard in the distance. We walked through the alleys and rivers, and boarded the bridge to watch the sunset. There are not so many vendors and tourists, everything is as comfortable and calm as daily life. For the old street, for us, we are lucky!