The spring of 1983 came late, and the small southern city first experienced spring rains, damp with a bit of sticky earthy atmosphere.
The paste soup store at the end of the alley was unusually hot, and a strong New Year's flavor was emanating from everywhere. Hua held a somewhat hot bowl, gently blew on it, and then slowly handed the paste soup to Fang in front of him. "I'm not hungry, you eat first!" Fang pushed the bowl to Hua. "No, you eat first, you have a train to catch." Hua held the bowl to Fang again. "Have you had enough, where do I put this bowl?" The boss brought over another bowl and looked at the two impatiently.
"Give it to me, give it to me." Hua awkwardly took it, sneaking a glance at Fang, whose ears were red and her head was lowered.
"Tomorrow I will go to the unit to play the application report, the organization is not necessarily approved, you are waiting for me a few months!" Fang said while eating.
"How big a thing, have been waiting for you for more than a year, not bad this few months, wait for the end of the year I will be my family that yard priming priming, to give you a place to come out, mother said, I am afraid that you are not accustomed to living." The woman said, "I'm afraid you're not used to living here." Hua laughed.
Fang suddenly raised his head and met Hua's eyes, "If the mobilization approval is not coming down, we will have to slow down again."
Hua was suddenly excited and held Fang's hand, "Don't be ridiculous, I will go there if I can't."
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night and I was in the middle of the night.
The train on the platform had already left, Hua still chased and ran out half a mile, he saw the tearful Fang waving at him, vaguely felt some uneasiness.
Spring to fall, Fang never set foot in this small southern city, that year, his parents will be about the house, persuade the university graduated Fang to find a door to door in-laws.
And Hua borrowed the relationship of relatives to go to sea business, this farewell, ten years in a hurry.
When the paste soup store is no longer there, but the story is still happening, the southern town changes rapidly, the spring of reform and opening up not only brought affluence, but also brought unprecedented prosperity.
Another year has passed, and when they met again with the southern town, their hair gray sideburns and how to tell the sentiment.
Maybe the story is just a story, everyone has their own story, just he is willing to say, or there is no suitable situation to say, or there is no suitable object to say, not all people can appreciate, not all people can recognize.
Passing clouds, the world of dust is nothing more than the sins of mortals to carry, when hands together, learn to put down, and how many people can understand. The sad thing is not to change, poor is to turn back to the shoreless ah ......
February the southern spring water soft,
A sleep flower fall rain early harvest,
dream of teenagers blowjob companion,
an eye look at each other sad.
The story of the small town prose essay 2
Busy for a long time, finally have time to idle. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Stay at home, a person quietly trips in the horizontal chair, the other day's haze has been broken by a ray of sunshine in the morning, looking out the window of the splendor, the heart is actually very happy. It is in the heart of what? I like this quiet and restful days, do not do anything, just so quietly trip, although some lazy, but for me this is happiness.
I don't like to be busy all day long, and I don't like to run around, maybe it's the lack of adventurous genes in my youthful hormones. I like the quiet 'life, carefree, do not want to think of those mediocre problems, do not care about those money and power interests of the controversy, so quiet, beautiful.
I like to sleep, it may not be a good habit, but for me, that is part of my regular life, I like to wake up to the day has long been bright, pleasant sunshine through the window into my nest, feel warm, and then rolled body, slowly out of the quilt, leisurely wash face and rinse mouth to organize the line. After everything was done, I rode my bike along the riverside path. Early morning air, with the riverside red flowers and green grass, that is a kind of enjoyment, perhaps for those who work from nine to five, this does count as enjoyment.
There are many people who come to the riverside to practice in the morning, there are running, there are boxing, there are stalls singing songs, there are teasing birds and dogs. I chose to ride, not not like running boxing, but riding in the car, feel the freshness of the dawn breeze, through the flow of this bustling and quiet collision in the city, line through the streets, walk through the alleys, that kind of cozy, and is a different style. Riding lack of stop, look around, look at the skyscraper and ancient pavilions, get off a cup of soybean milk, eat two burritos, or simply dunked a bowl of hot pig's foot rice noodles, the kind of comfort, the whole body is not revealed joy.
After eating breakfast, they rode back to the car and returned to the ship. Early in the morning I like to go to the door of the East Side of the book bar to sit, make a pot of tea, or drink some coffee, I am the earliest guests here every day. The owner is a girl who likes to read a lot, and she always likes to put some elegant and quiet sentences on the wall. I like these sentences, asked her where she picked, she always coyly said that they are their own writing, they like, just randomly express a little, really laugh. The books here are very full, periodicals are updated very quickly, I like to read here quietly every morning, there are not a lot of guests here, probably because of the fast pace of this era so that people can not come to enjoy this spiritual cleansing it. Although the business is not very good, but the girl is still insisting, according to her words, either reading or traveling, the soul and body always have to be on the road. Although now people do not have the time to travel, there is no longer the habit of reading, but I believe that one day, those who are busy running around tired, will stop, slowly approach here, to feel the purification and sublimation of the soul.
I admire the girl's courage, she has a dream, and in this and unremitting efforts. She is happy, compared to those who are busy all day long, but do not know what to do, in the circle of money and power in the spinning, she is happy too much, because she can do what she likes to do, this is the biggest happiness.
Sitting quietly near noon, after lunch, a small break, they began their own work, every day leisurely is not the way, always have to support their families, write something, earn some money, can also be considered to help make up for the family. I and my words, walked through the river of years, until today, still accompanied by writing gradually has precipitated into my life, every day to write something, do not need to deliberately, do not have to force, spontaneous write something, so that the heart will feel very comfortable, like the window that the sunshine, warm, brilliant, overflowing with happiness.
Once dinner is over, the family will go out for a walk, stroll around the street, and look at the lights of the city, the hustle and bustle has become the city's night portrayal, but the serenity still exists, and in the lights of all the houses can still be revealed in the thick warmth of a different kind of serenity. My favorite time of the day is to watch TV on the sofa, soak my feet in a tub of hot water, sit with my wife and fill in the lyrics and poems, and then bring out the results of the day's work, head to head, foot to foot, comment on it, revise it, and wait for tomorrow's release. Or maybe, and the child together with the painting, playing music, my wife likes ethnic instruments, I prefer to improvise a little bit of guitar, the child likes to play, the family laughed and fooled around gradually late into the night.
I used to sleep late, and so his wife and children fell asleep, I will be one in the window standing in front of the window, looking out the window of the world, simple may be a kind of happiness, but for some people, this may be more than he earned money tough. Turning my head to look at the sleeping wife and children, I feel very pleased, I have a cozy home, simple and happy, the child is well-behaved and obedient, his wife is virtuous, I will not go to imagine thousands of dollars and silver, or a good house wide summer, I just like a simple and peaceful life. Achievement for a man may be the best thing to prove their own value, but no one to share, that everything is meaningless, as long as there are people to share their joys and sorrows, that there is no achievement and what difference it makes.
Year after year, day after day, every day are spent like this, but also do not feel bored, on the contrary, feel that life is very full. Time passes quickly, in the blink of an eye will come to the weekend, about the old friends, go to the lake fishing, or in the yard to play chess, drink a little wine. Those years we may talk about passionate, spirited, but now it is just to talk about the family, ask about the warmth, or it is an old friend composed a new song, I want to go and lyrics, or I made a table of delicious, called him to taste. This is not the age of the old, but we have all long looked down, put down.
Or take his wife and children to the countryside trekking, often in the city life people, have time to come out to walk around is very good. Treading on the grass, smell the fragrance of the lotus, paddling a leaf boat, pan river wandering, ripples of the sparkling water ripples. There is an elementary school on the bank of the river, the students often come here for excursions, they sang "Let's Swing the Paddle" in the wind, so that people seem to return to the era of the white clothes, backpacks, singing songs, then we are so happy.
The book read more, the heart of the story is naturally more, sitting on the boat, and the children's wives to tell the story of the heart, the mood, those who let the heart of the stirring things. While speaking, while rowing the boat, so slowly swaying until the sunset. Looking at his wife and children face hanging smile, my heart in the happy rolling tide of tears, a man as long as you can make their wives and children have been so happy to smile, that his life is even a success.
The years are long, I would like to be so have been living, quiet life, lazy life, happy and happy, in this small city, everyone is performing their own story, I choose to quiet, choose to rest, this is my story of the small town.
The story of the small city of prose essays 3
Looking at the smoke and fire of San Qin in the clouds, listening to the Bashan night rain in front of the window. The key point of Chengdu-Chongqing, gathering Tuo-River, Fuling River, the flow of the clear. A river, a city, should rhyme into life. Living in Yue, Puzhou people have been plowing in this hot land for generations.
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The hometown of the county, the original I think it is very small. Small can only accommodate the sound of the countryside and those silent walls and tiles, or the sound of dripping rain, the lazy sunshine on the branches, a few chirping birds, the sound of street vendors, the sound of talking in the teahouse.
But now it seems, it is far from what I imagined. In March, the willow willows come to the water, the shadow of the wave. Three or two branches of peach blossom in the lonely hedge outside, they do not care about no one asked, perhaps time will be dyed into a paper peach paper, to the faraway people miss a letter. The stone road connecting the strata, the twists and turns of the Yueyang River without saying a word flowed through the city's naked body, rubbing every inch of its skin, and then run to the fields, far away. The high-rise buildings lined up in a luxuriant luxuriant lost, intoxicated not wake up.
Occasionally, I also heard some Wunong soft language, southern accent, these foreigners are mostly businessmen who come to Puzhou for investment.
"Boss, have a bowl of sad cold noodles." When there are a lot of customers casually choose a corner of a nook and a corner to sit, eat the head of smoke, sweating. "This spicy is fucking overbearing." Sticking my tongue out with my mouth open, I couldn't stop eating, and my chopsticks still involuntarily reached into the bowl. It goes without saying that sad cold noodles are most likely to evoke nostalgia, and for these foreign travelers will also think of their homeland and mother. The life of the spicy and sour, the five flavors of life will naturally be tasted in a food.
"Boss, give me a fried altar meat, I heard this is your Puzhou specialties Oh?" Boss full of smiles, this blech needless to say, there is no refrigerator in the ancient times, suddenly meet people at home to guests to entertain nature is very inconvenient, then catch the market and far. And the people of the land of Ba Shu almost all will do altar meat, oil bottom meat, but also easy to store. It's a good dish to have at home.
People killed the New Year's Eve pig, it is suitable for altar meat left behind, in order to spare, so you can eat a few months. Due to the rainy and humid weather in Sichuan, smoked bacon can not put a few months on the moldy, and altar meat in the fully enclosed altar, can be stored for a longer period of time. The meat can be stored for a longer period of time. The meat can be eaten in the mouth, and it is fat but not greasy, and it is suitable for the table with all kinds of fresh vegetables, which makes it a delicious dish, so it has been passed down to this day.
Do altar meat to say that there is also some attention to detail, a layer of shredded cabbage, a layer of fried golden meat pier, smeared with five-spice powder to taste, and then put on the altar vegetables of radish wire, bean curd. The shredded roti for the pickles needs to be dried in the sun, otherwise the altar meat will come out sour. The excess fat of the meat will be absorbed by the pickled vegetables, and the meat will have the fragrance of the vegetables, and the vegetables will have the rich flavor of the meat, which is beneficial to each other. Eat up fat but not greasy, the entrance to the dregs, as long as the meat into the pot, the meat of the fragrant vegetarian invisible will be induced, the wind a brush, far from being able to smell its fragrance.
Several real estate executives listen to the store so that, the food is not yet on the table, the mouth in the throat has long been ringing, knocking on the bowl to the boss to urge the dishes.
Panlong eel, cold rice rolls, spring bamboo shoots stewed chicken, fish three to eat ...... said to the Puzhou eat jang (how) to finish.
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Eat well, you can also be close to the county around the Yuanjue Cave, Thousand Buddha Temple, Mu Men Temple around. Puzhou has China's stone carving township, Buddha carving township reputation, comparable to the Dazu stone carving, stone carving in the Tang Dynasty, the rise of the Song Dynasty, Buddha carving life-like. Therefore, Puzhou is very prosperous incense, such as seeing the old man kind eyes, young boys and girls eyes such as a clear pool of shadow, children with a face of sunshine, you do not have to be surprised, the land of the treasure of Tianhua, from the region's humanistic style and the ancient culture.
If you are tired, you can sit in the Nanshan Park Thin Poetry Pavilion. Here is where the poet Jia Dao stopped, he may have listened to the sound of the bells of Yuanjue Cave, the sound of wooden fish fascinated, here to put down the so-called fame, in a piece of purple bamboo in the watch the dragon fly phoenix dance. I don't know whether he prayed for the national fortune of Tang Dynasty and put his hands together in Yuanjue Cave. He ultimately chose to rest his soul in this land and keep quiet.
Standing in the Zhongxiao Pavilion can see the whole of Puzhou, the Anti-Japanese War, a lot of people left from here, and never came back. Chinese volunteers into the Korean War, some people buried in the Yalu River side, just a river away. I think they fought for their country, not wanting to let the multinational allied forces of U.S. imperialism drink from the Yalu River and let their country be invaded by other countries again. They were loyal to their country, but I don't know if they were filial to their parents. If so, I think it is a great filial piety! How can there be a family without a country? Yue Fei's mother for Yue Fei's back tattoo "loyalty to the country", Hua Mulan for his father to join the army, Mu Guiying hanging marshal, who are not heroes model it?
A night of spring rain, everything new, the new city lights like a rainbow, Tallinn star emblem shining. The old city of a river willow berm, a few more doors if the wall hanging curtains, seemingly transparent non-transparent, it is tempting to think that the shopkeeper is a crane face of the old man? Or is it a young man in the wind? Or the girl standing gracefully?
That a long green stone rainy alley did not respond, as if I saw a girl like lilacs, a glimpse, and then do not see the appearance of the oil-paper umbrellas. Only see the long mossy green brick rainy alley, the shadow is long and long, but I do not know why I am so lonely, so sad?