The rain lane written by Dai Wangshu, a poet of 1, is so hazy and sad. A series of images, such as alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, lilacs, rain and girls holding oil-paper umbrellas, have built a three-dimensional beauty and deeply touched people's hearts. Good memories that have been lingering in my mind for many years reappear in this poem, as if I saw the first love, the innocence and the aesthetic interpretation of human feelings.
By chance, I lived in an alley of an ancient city. Alleys are not as beautiful as the poet's rain alley, but these alleys in life have history, allusions and their own twists and turns. The rain alley described by the poet is reappearing and beautifying, but the alley where I live is real and vicissitudes. These familiar alleys accompanied me through five spring and autumn periods and went to work every day. Looking at its mottled walls, vaguely containing the memory of the lane name, as well as the dilapidated door of the residents next to the lane, I feel cool. It's hard to imagine that decades ago, it used to be the urban area and the center of the city.
Time carves people's wrinkles and consumes the value of architecture. In Chaozhou, every alley has its own history, which used to be lively and noisy. For example, Fish Market Lane sells fish, Yin Da Street is made of silver, and many people used to embroider together in Embroidery Lane, and so on. Every time I look at the names of these alleys, I feel a little sigh-one is the passage of time, and the other is the feeling that things have changed. History is bound to remember some names, and it is bound to drown many names. Alleys like this have gradually been forgotten by people. Gossip after dinner rarely involves the past and news of an alley, which has now become synonymous with poverty, although it has sheltered people from the wind and rain for more than half a century.
Confucius once praised Yan Hui: "It is good to be virtuous." . A spoonful of food, a spoonful of drink, living in a mean alley, people can't bear to worry, and they don't change their fun when they go back. "During my years living in an alley, I often followed Yan Hui's example and told myself to live in poverty and be happy. If the alley has a mind and a soul, it should be the same. Because it just lingers on this land, from beginning to end, with no regrets. People live in the alleys of poverty and happiness, and in the depths of my memory, in the depths of my soul, the power of life is injected.
That summer, I could no longer smell the gardenia in the yard.
My memory begins from that summer. Before that, I went to the most sacred place with the fragrance of flowers.
It was also that summer that I got a serious skin disease. I have to rub medicine every day, and I can't take a bath every day. My father is very careful. In that painful month, he tried his best to make me feel cool, and he also tried his best to be careful not to let the sick spots appear in my future memory.
I don't know how much my father lost that month. He really didn't let the disease leave its mark on me
When I was crazy in the alley again, I thought my father could finally relax, but he chased me from time to time. Neighbors laughed at him and always looked at the danger so closely. Father smiled stupidly: it's better to pay attention.
When my father was busy, like the Monkey King finally escaped from Wuzhishan, I scampered in the alley: Aunt Doby's mother cat secretly threw some grass and stones into the well in the yard, pulled my aunt next door to play poker with me, and played mahjong with my neighbor's sister to build a martyr's tomb, scaring the chicken of "weird grandma" into the cesspit. ...
At that age when I could entertain myself and laugh for a long time, the alley was full of my infinite satisfaction and happiness.
This alley is a bit remote, and few people pass by except for chatting on purpose. There is a humble little workshop at its southern end, and my pigsty runs through its northern end. The alley is a little narrow, with houses on both sides: in the south of my house, there lives a "strange grandmother", opposite to my aunt's big yard, next to the yard is Aunt Shen's house, and across the street is her nephew's house.
The beautiful memories of life in the alley belong to summer, like the cool taste of watermelon, which makes people feel beautiful from the heart-
Move a few benches to the flat top and put them together into a small table, with leftovers at noon and pot-stewed vegetables just bought from the Wangs at Qiaotou. It was originally just a simple family dinner. Aunt Shen, who was looking at the house, came to chat for a while and felt cool. She called her two daughters and brought her own food. In this way, it will be lively.
Rural people prefer to be lively, and gradually, people in an alley get together. Men drink, news broadcast talks about politics, and talks about the quality of village cadres; Women, on the other hand, are parents' gossip, from crops in the field to other people's children, and occasionally play jokes on "dirty jokes".
At that time, I was young and didn't know anything, but I was willing to say anything. Occasionally, when you get to a wonderful point, it will attract everyone's attention and make everyone laugh.
At that time, although every family had a TV, no one was in a hurry to go back to the house. Compared with watching TV with mosquito-repellent incense and electric fans, we prefer to shake the cattail leaf fan on the ceiling to drive away mosquitoes, and a large group of people are laughing and laughing in the special evening breeze on summer nights. ...
If you have fun, you will be tired. When there are more and more stars, everyone becomes more and more sleepy and begins to disperse slowly.
Sometimes, it's really hot in the room, so my father and I take two clean snakeskin bags and climb to the flat top to sleep outside for one night. Mom seems to have never done this before. She hates mosquitoes and prefers to blow warm air with a fan in a stuffy cabin. She didn't want to experience it, so she didn't know there weren't so many mosquitoes on the ceiling at night. Father joked that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Mosquitoes certainly didn't expect us to sleep directly outside and worry about mosquito nets!
My father and I spread a snakeskin bag, and two people lay flat on it to look at the stars and compare which star is the brightest and biggest. My father didn't graduate from primary school and didn't go to too big a city. He won't tell me the story of the constellations, nor can he point out those constellations. Fortunately, I had never heard of the word "constellation" at that time, otherwise it would be a pity to see so many beautiful stars and not know their stories!
Night, getting deeper and deeper, those naughty little eyes are still not tired, still looking at me in an instant, but my big eyes, which were ga zi ng, are getting smaller and smaller, and the scenery in front of me is becoming more and more blurred. ...
Under the dim light, I vaguely felt something flying in front of me, but because I was so sleepy, I always remembered suddenly after it disappeared: it was a meteor! Then I woke up suddenly and made a wish in the direction of its disappearance, full of worries. Can it hear? ...
Later, everything became worse. I accepted it slowly and told myself cruelly that the meteor didn't hear my wish. I don't want to believe that the meteor is just a falling stone, but I would rather keep it in my heart forever in a mysterious manner. I just wish it could go on like this, but this day didn't go on all the time-
Soon, Uncle Xuan moved to the bustling Hexi. A few years later, Aunt Shen's two daughters married in Zhuang Lin, and her aunt took her son to live in a villa on the roadside. The "weird grandma" was also taken home by her daughter to take care of her, but her grandson didn't come back after all. ...
Later, I always felt that the days were getting busier and busier. Mom often regrets: Why do you think that the richer people are, the more bitter they will be? Although I was poor before, I was busy when I was busy and idle when I was idle. Everyone can get together and talk and laugh every day. Although everyone is rich now, I always feel busy every day. Everyone is busy making money. ...
As my mother said, we have forgotten how to enjoy life and how to make life simple and happy. ...
Now, it is Xia Yue again, but it has already lost the cool feeling like watermelon; The alley remains the same, but there is no loud laughter in the past. I don't know whose house it is, but I turned on the TV late at night. ...
The disappearing gardenia fragrance, tell me, if I persist for a while and make a wish to the meteor in time, will it all be the same as before?