When I see you again, my sideburns are white and my forehead is wrinkled. Sigh that childhood is already a distant and confused dream, sigh the wasted time, and feel the fleeting time. It turned out that I thought of his home and felt how the children in the line were "kind to their father's old friends, and they asked me where I had been during my trip". Unexpectedly, my friend couldn't wait to say, Let me show you around Kuanzhai Lane. There are exquisite, graceful, romantic and sad things you like here.
"The old well reflects the green lotus, and the blue bricks and small tiles produce green smoke." Kuanzhai Lane in the drizzle is filled with deep romance and faint sadness.
Many tourists, because they like the rain with wet clothes, walk slowly in the drizzle without an umbrella. Streets paved with bluestones may hate pedestrians' haste, so shallow water is also accumulated, and small ripples will be splashed on the ground when walking briskly. People who love each other, hand in hand, or hand in hand, step on ripples intentionally or unintentionally, splashing water on themselves or each other. As a result, the low-cut sweetness immediately turned into a slightly exaggerated scream and laughter, which made the alley immediately ripple with the' warmth' of love.
There are different shops on both sides of the street. The outer wall is old and has some vicissitudes. However, inside, they all show primitive simplicity, modernity and even postmodernism: perhaps a beautiful woman in cheongsam is playing "The Breeze Break" with a guzheng; Maybe a cold rock youth, humming Don't Try-Guns N 'Roses in a hoarse voice; Perhaps it is the freshness of the literary fan, indulging in his own world, and treating passers-by like a cloud ... The shop owner grows famous and unknown flowers and plants, all swaying in the warm rain, wind and night. Look at that small bar, because a piece of bougainvillea can make so many people linger. It grows tall and dense, like climbing the sky, climbing on the roof of indigo naturalis; Gorgeous and warm, varied, layered, such as crimson clouds, such as boiling waterfalls. If you don't touch it, everyone suspects it's fake. People take pictures one after another, as if to melt themselves into the sea of flowers built by individual trees.
The alley is filled with thick fragrant rice. Just find a restaurant, maybe the front is not wide, but when you walk in, you will be suddenly enlightened. The waiter will tell you enthusiastically that Sichuan cuisine is not simply spicy, but a wonderful combination of hemp and spicy, color and taste. When the food was served, Yao Mei, who poured the water, gracefully recited the names of "Two Dragons Playing Beads" and "Teenagers Worshipping Guanyin", while dancing a copper pot taller than her, and stopped in an orderly way. Just these, let the bustling tourists, curious eyes, screaming voice, stagnate in the deep and shallow alley. I was dumbfounded here, and there were onlookers, and the cheers were getting higher and higher. I don't know when it started, but artists who changed their faces enthusiastically showed the quintessence of Sichuan Opera. It is the locals who are quiet and motionless. While sipping fragrant tea, they watched the tourists' restlessness, satisfaction or narcissism. Some even shouted: How comfortable!
Wandering back and forth again and again, harvesting unexpected surprises again and again. Even if I am tired from walking, I have no idea of going home. Footsteps stay, relying on the eyes; Stay with your eyes, depending on your mind. The heart stops here and people can't get out.
At this time, my friend said: Go home, the lights on the streets of Chengdu have not been completely extinguished! Suddenly regret that I don't have those hands around me, those hands that can hold my life. ...