Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 366

Holly said, “Look there, Polly. That was an auction company here in the past. It is now the Commercial
Bank of China. It was designed by an Englishman. But it was the first bank built by Chinese people. It was
completed in 1906. It is in Gothic style. You can see that there are five pinnacles at the top. While for the first and
second layers, you can notice that their colours are different. They are related to European religions. Do you like
it?” Holly was delighted because she had the chance to introduce her own city to other people.
“Yes. I do.” Polly stood at the entrance of the Commercial Bank of China and saw people in and out. She
noticed that the people who came to this bank were usually of three kinds – foreigners, merchants and officials.
Suddenly they were on a rickshaw. On their way to Lyceum Theatre, Polly felt sorry for the man who
dragged the rickshaw. Looking around the city, Polly found that rickshaws were everywhere. Sitting on a
rickshaw was indeed faster than walking, but Polly thought that it was not as comfortable as sitting in a car.
“We’ve arrived.” Holly said happily.
“Polly! Wake up! Wake up! It’s seven o’clock. Polly’s mother shouted loudly.
Polly opens her eyes. “What?” She looked around her own bedroom for a few minutes. “Am I having a
dream?”
“Polly! If you don’t get up, I will leave you alone.” Mum walked away angrily.
“Oh. I miss the Old Shanghai.” Polly got up and began a new day.