Let me see, this is the most romantic thing in my life.
I lived in a small town by the Ganjiang River for fifteen years. The history of citizens, which is neither too long nor too short, makes me know the changes of every bookstore in this city like the back of my hand. I know them as well as Jia Zhen. For fifteen years, my youthful figure has been polished in various bookstores. Up to now, when I dragged my light posture into and out of the bookstore in this city-I walked up and down, just like other women walked in and out of the beauty shops that have sprung up in this city for fifteen years, I was a little scared to find that I was a little uncomfortable and sad to stand in front of the book at my age and gender.
My sorrow comes not only from the sudden confusion among young readers, but also from the loneliness that I can't find the same kind around me. What I can't hide is that only in the bookstore can I admit that what I left behind is really a handful of Cang Sang years.
In our town, there are only young people left in the bookstore. I hung on it, just like a foil. I am vicissitudes, others are clean. I admit, compared with them, I am a little old. But what about the bookstores that cost me a lot of youth? Alas, they are old, too.
This is really a sad thing.
Ten years ago, I always had plenty of time and money to spend. I chose a place called Youth Bookstore. The youth bookstore is at the end of a road, with a flower shop on the left and another bookstore on the right. Square and bright shops, suitable light music, simple square stools and good books are the reasons why I stay here. I can always find good books about myself there. I was right, because I began to doubt the meaning of life at that time, and there happened to be many good books on humanities, philosophy and religion, which could dispel my doubts and doubts. I always remember that the bookshelf was placed on the left side of the store door. The book standing on the shelf is not a book, but a noble and modest gentleman. As long as I am free, I can't help rushing there to date them and be a quiet and humble listener ... It is no exaggeration to say that I realized my first spiritual salvation there. It is no exaggeration to say that the youth bookstore is a religious field in my life.
I don't remember how long I haven't been there, at least seven years. But it's not my fault. Somehow, the youth bookstore began to sell pirated books. At first, it was a small amount, shyly inserted together in the original book, still holding the appearance of pipa, but it was unfair to tell poor stories. Presumably the bookstore owner had to make a bottom line concession. But before long, every inch of the bookstore will be full of inferior books, not necessarily pirated, but the taste is different from before. The music has also become noisy. The trouble lies in the book coat, but unfortunately I am a person who pays too much attention to the book coat. One day, when I scanned the shop, I found that there were almost no former gentlemen and ladies standing on the shelves, but colorful ladies and gentlemen. I wanted to be decent and chose to break up. I can't find anyone to talk about my love.
In order to comfort people, soon, a Xishu bookstore opened near my community. What a good library it was at first. When I saw the young couple put bundles of beautiful books around two days before the opening ceremony, I was ecstatic-God, I have a beautiful back garden again.
I became one of them as quickly as possible. Spending time wandering there has become a thing that makes my heart beat-I always go in like a lover and always enjoy the freedom and joy there greedily. It's embarrassing to say, in order to walk in, I'd like to spend some time dressing myself up first-the reason is simple, I just want to be worthy of the books there. For example, a simple blue cheongsam, such as a long-sleeved red skirt, such as a black wool cardigan with an embroidered denim skirt. Mr. Wang, the owner of the bookstore, and I can talk. When we are interested, let's talk about the ideal of making it bigger. For a long time, I looked forward to joining Xishu Bookstore just as the bride-to-be looked forward to getting married.
The final outcome of this matter is that I am lovelorn.
Finally, the management of Xishu Bookstore went from bad to worse. In the current book market, it can no longer adhere to its inherent style, and it chose to surrender in order to survive. Half a year ago, when I looked around and was beyond recognition, I couldn't smell a trace of the books of that year. I, a woman who loves books like a life, dragged away from it with sad steps and never looked back. ...
But I'm not desperate. Fifteen years of contact with books has made me philosophical and tolerant. There are plenty of fish in the sea. One day, a new bookstore will call to ask me out, right? Or simply, myself, open a charming bookstore for men and women who love books in this small town?
Now, the dresses carefully selected in the wardrobe for visiting bookstores are still there, and the books carefully selected and bought in the bookcase for ten years are still there. My love for books is still there. These will accompany me to grow old until the sun goes down. ...
Red roses on the ruins of closed houses
I find it incredible that a person has lived in a room since birth and never moved. It is also a somewhat poetic thing. Think about it, the bamboo forest behind the house has changed many roots; In the first half of the house, the water in the pond evaporated and the rain fell to the ground, circulating countless times; The moss in the yard of the house has been born and died for decades; The peach blossoms in the orchard are blooming, thank you, and they are blooming again; The breeze and the bright moon in the sky come and go, becoming frequent visitors ... and this man has taken root in the house: landing, growing up, getting married, having children, marrying and holding grandchildren ... He has lived here for most of his life, but he is getting older faster than the house. Is it interesting? See what you think. See what you want. Anyway, life is in this big house, back and forth. As natural as sunshine and rain. Peng Chengquan stood alone in the middle of the vicissitudes of life, hunched his back and told me that this is how he came. I noticed that the mud under Peng Chengquan's feet was hard and bright from generation to generation.
For me who have long been tired of city life, Peng Chengquan's life is like a yellow vertical version of an ancient costume book, which attracts me and makes me full of curiosity and imagination about life in a closed room. Enough is enough, and I didn't delve into this topic, but left him and wandered alone in the empty and silent big room. The big house is over 300 years old, much older than Peng Chengquan. A person can't live in a house, and the fate of the whole world is generally the same. Therefore, reading a house is more memorable and emotional than reading a person.
This is the afternoon of April 22nd, 2005 in Luo Yang Village, Dafen Town, suichuan county. Crows surround Luoyang mansion. There are a few idle clouds floating in the sky, and I am also an idle cloud floating into a closed room. Temporarily, in this special time and space.
More accurately, it is a big house with simple appearance and complicated interior. In the center of the house is the ancestral hall, which is arranged in parallel left and right. It is a seemingly independent old house in the south of the Yangtze River, each with its own independent front door and back door. Curiously, the interiors of these houses are interlinked, and there is no gap between each household. At that time, more than 300 Peng families lived in this maze-like house, yelling and laughing. Sadness * * * joy, separation. Work when you are busy and rest when you are free. What kind of vitality should the fireworks set off at the scene have?
Standing in front of the temple, I asked some old people why they should enclose the house and name it "crow". Lead to a story. It is said that when the big house was on the beam, a crow flew over and crashed into the beam, and blood was spattered on the spot, dying-isn't it evil that trumps right! Some wise men think that the geomantic omen in this house is very good enough to resist all evil. Besides, the name of this place is "Luoyang", so Lei Lei chose the name of the house "Crow Luoyang", which is full of soldiers and fearless. Sure enough, it has brought peace and well-being to future generations in the next 300 years.
Three hundred years have passed since the death. All this was hidden behind the time, and later generations left feelings for the besieged people who were burdened with a heavy story of an old friend, lamenting that life is like snow mud, and there is snow on the stove.
Compared with the glory of the past, today's enclosed houses are very lonely and desolate. Most of the portals have moved out of the old houses and scattered in the new houses. The rest of the residents, alone, quietly lived in a corner of the closed house, watching the rain climb the old eaves and listening to the wind crossing the ancient tiles. The ancestors looked at the moon, and they continued to look; They looked at the moon, but pointed to the younger generation and stopped looking. I long for a new life, a new storm, and a new world out of the shadow of my ancestors. This is what I heard from their simple and practical answers. While I understand them, I think, must the moonlight in other places be brighter than here?
Generally speaking, all sentient beings are like this: for life, keep the old and think new, and get new and think old. In the alternation of the old and the new, the days of mending are gone forever. ...
When I was thinking like this, I accidentally came to the ruins in the closed room, broken walls, high and low weeds, bees and butterflies flying around. An unknown tree outside the ruins, freely stretching oblique branches. It was here that a large cluster of roses bloomed at my feet, and I couldn't help picking one. A 44-year-old woman surnamed Zhong, with long hair, came out of nowhere and said happily that this flower was planted by my son.