It is said that shopping in the supermarket is a woman's favorite. However, as far as I'm concerned, I'm a big man, and I don't feel uncomfortable strolling around in there. Pick up a bag of plums, look at the exquisite packaging, but the dry dozen grains, the price actually up to thirty-eight dollars and ninety-eight cents, which had to sigh today's money is really not worth it! Stopping in front of the bra, panties, also do not feel the blush heartbeat, fear. Under the baptism of the modern concept of life for a long time, the kind of taboo between men and women and want to cover up the idea, has been like a smoke cloud, fading away! Suddenly have a feeling: all sighing days like water, years like clouds, fleeting, but do not mention that the water was originally clear, the years would have been quiet good. Just because we desire more, and have no time to stop and slowly savor; or simply did not want to keep a three-quarter of an acre of land, comfortably reminiscent of the old days just.
Supermarkets were originally one of the stages of life, where men, women, and children were dancing on the stage. Near the glass door of the lobby, seven or eight old men and women are chatting. They have stood, have brought their own small zipper and sit against the side, some simply sit on the ground, a leisurely and comfortable, a peaceful and full. Some people say that in the current summer heat, this group of elderly people are coming to the supermarket to rub the air conditioning. This argument is also true, cool and spacious supermarkets, of course, is a rare place to escape the summer heat. However, it is not true, the old people also come to have a good time. I was curious and stood at a distance, gazing at them. As the saying goes: "Old children are living treasures". People can be called the old man section, the temperament of the child, which seems to be a majority of people goodwill tolerance **** knowledge. The old people are somewhat uninhibited, chattering away. This in other occasions, may attract "for the old disrespect" scolding. But in a noisy place like a supermarket, not many people seem to pay attention to them, and their presence does not seem to impede the pleasure of others shopping and walking. Interestingly, the old people Kan Dashan, in addition to getting to the bottom of the matter to find out who has a high or low pension, but also stubbornly have to be accurate to a few dollars and cents, and thus cheerfully flirt with who is the richest, and who is a poor man. The atmosphere is really cordial with all the teasing and clichés!
The old coots are still watching the fun, and the heart is as sweet as a piece of sugar slowly melting. As I get older, I realize that I am becoming more and more fond of the atmosphere of the old people's life.
In the opposite door of my residence, across the street, there are three tile eaves and walls are a little mossy low old house, living in a family of three generations of five people with Shanghai accents. There is a kiosk in front of the door, and it looks like there are a few mahjong tables inside. Whether it's sunny or rainy, people come in and out all the time. Laughing, yawning, yelling, flirting, such a noisy chorus of sound, can be carried far outside the house. I rarely come and go with this family, it looks like the people in the house, every day life is much more moist than me!
The rich-looking granny, who guards the kiosk during the day, has a conversation with the people who come and go. I occasionally go over to buy a pack of cigarettes, she can chatter, for me to recommend more than ten kinds of expensive cigarettes, a pair of bags under the eyes, but the charm of the peach blossom eyes, winking and winking at me, eyes a little puzzled, obviously think of me as just learning to smoke the young melon egg. In the night, she also and other city old lady like to go to the square dance, wearing a flowing blue satin dress, always let me can not help but think of has passed away my eight grandma. When I was a child, Grandma Eight was especially kind to me. I remember she also old wearing blue clothes, just before the eyes of this rich granny, wearing a very decent noble phase, while my 'eight grandma's blue lapel dress, but there is not big and not small some cloth nails, very rustic, but looks exceptionally kind.
The daughter-in-law of this family also seems to have lived a very comfortable life, to see her in and out of the gesture, mainly to transport their son to and from school. The husband, who drives a Buick sedan, is often found in the house rubbing mahjong with others. When he is not doing anything, he will go to the river port behind the house, pulling up the river long dragon-shaped nets, to see if there are any fish and shrimp to throw themselves into the net.
Their house is not big, the people who come and go is very diverse, I think than this son of people must be like a lively heart. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find a way to get the best out of your life, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find a way to get the best out of your life. At this time, the old lady's husband will be warmly beckoned to the sound of the noise will be endless. One day, inadvertently found that the old lady's son in the door hung a "double day nursery" sign, I do not know whether he wants to teach the children to play mahjong or net fish!
Sometimes, standing in front of the window and looking at this house for a while, I actually have some envy. It's very busy, but also very leisurely; very simple, but also very urban. The original face of life is still sometimes pleasant.
I heard that this family was originally "exiled" from Shanghai to the mountains of western Zhejiang, "rightists". Later, the government returned the small house and a store in the downtown area of Shanghai when the implementation of the policy was vindicated. However, the family did not want to go back, so they sold their belongings in Shanghai and bought this old house by the West Lake. The old man was able to take care of himself, and the young man was able to make a living and raise his children.
I remember the year I first arrived in Hangzhou, fixed no residence. After a few years, I finally got to live in the house I'm in now. The house and the opposite side of the same, also very old. The original green tiles and white walls are already completely different, but I have always liked the ancient type of color and aroma. Also because it is very close to the West Lake, there is my favorite aura. When nothing, dressed casually to the West Lake walk around, comfortable and cozy. Although I have not yet reached the age that can be called an old man, but in the walk occasionally encountered the child who called me grandfather, wanting me to help pull down the balloons and other toys entangled in the branches of the tree. Originally, it is a leap of the body, stretching the arm can be solved, but in I have to pant, jump back and forth a few times to be able to reach. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for the purchase, and then I was able to get the money to pay for the purchase!
At that time, I resigned from the sea, uprooted from my hometown, and came to Hangzhou to start a business with the mentality of not succeeding. From the farmers market sporadic sale of flowers and trees bonsai, to the West Lake side of the Manjulong built flowers and trees cultivation garden, and then set up a landscape design and construction company. Along the way, the city of labor trouble, but also bright and proud. Just a flash of nearly twenty years, West Lake is not old, they are increasingly aging. Countless "great years" into the "courtyard wind lotus" of the four seasons - the rise and fall is not confused, the sun and the moon is unusual.
That day, I overheard a song coming from the house across the street: "Two tigers running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no tail, really strange, really strange ......" Familiar children's songs, let me first think of the double break, those double-income families are not the same as the children, but the children are not the same as the children, they are the same as the children. The children of those dual-income families were tight? In the old house, they listen to, learn from or sing about the fast-running tiger. These children are like the little tigers in the song, without tails, but without ears. An unattached childhood is full of time and playfulness; there is the novelty of probing the world after hearing and seeing it, but what is missing is the freedom to run free of the tigers. However, the free and easy life is the epiphany after the baptism of the years, and the calmness after the vicissitudes of the world. Children do not understand this, and do not need to understand. At least, they are now singing "two tigers", is happy and carefree, this is enough.
A lifetime of "poetry and faraway places" is always short, and "the immediate future" is long enough. The sun also has the time to snooze, leaving the moon to accompany the long night, waiting for the dawn. We will ultimately lose to time, lose peace of mind, not to serve.
The old saying: sad song can be when crying, far away look can be when returning. Time passes, the years grow old. "The spring breeze horse hoof speed" of the scene gradually far away, and do not have to "Ming Dynasty emanate get flat boat". Travel, travel has been half a lifetime, I hope to return still young.