After coming out of the provincial hospital, my father, who had not been to Chengdu for several years, suggested taking a stroll. Fortunately, the Provincial Hospital is adjacent to Du Fu Thatched Cottage and Huanhua Stream, which is about a ten-minute walk away, so I walked with my parents to Huanhua Stream Park.
The weather is good, cloudy and slightly windy. After entering the park, walking in the green shade, you can't feel the heat of the summer. There are not many people, so it is rare to be quiet, and it is perfect for strolling.
After a few years, the wetland park at the entrance has been completely renewed. Along the Huanhua River, reeds, ginger flowers, and various unnamed flowers and plants are swaying in the gentle breeze; the white walls and black tiles are reflected in the flowers and trees on the other side; a small wooden house, with a fence door and thatched eaves, The silence under the tall banana trees adds a touch of the worldly atmosphere of "the house is in a human environment, and there is no noise of cars and horses." My parents walked in front of me happily. From time to time, my father and my mother sighed about the scenes from many years ago, looking for places that overlap with their memories. Occasionally, the two of them would have a few words about the differences in their memories, and then they would be relieved. They continued to talk to each other with a smile.
My old father is eighty years old this year, and I have been running around here and there over the years, busy with my livelihood and reality. How long has it been since I last had such a stroll with them. In fact, it is such a luxury and rare enjoyment for children to have such a time to quietly accompany them, hang out together, and listen to their gossip.
Walking all the way in, Bailuzhou is still the same as before, with clear blue waves, quiet and beautiful. Occasionally, one or two egrets fly low across the water, bringing with them a silvery white water mark, which gradually spreads, calm as before, as if nothing has changed, everything is still as it was before; little daisies are scattered in the grass by the lake. . Although it is midsummer, the flowers are still blooming. Compared with spring, there is more greenery and tranquility. Sometimes I wonder why the blooming and fading of spring flowers alone brings out so many sad and unstoppable feelings...
Listening to my parents' gossip and thinking wildly, Turn right from Poetry Avenue and you will arrive at the outer wall of Du Fu Thatched Cottage adjacent to Huanhuaxi Park. With red walls and black tiles, looking in from the gate, the thatched cottage has lush green gardens, winding railings, and a screen wall that hides the depth of thousands of years of history, making people endlessly daydreaming.
Go to Chen Mapo Tofu opposite the park for lunch. It's lunchtime. This Mapo Tofu restaurant must have been open for decades. It's close to tourist spots, and everyone who comes to Sichuan will definitely fall in love with a bowl of Mapo Tofu, so it's almost full. But when you go up to the second floor, the wooden lattice windows with dim screens face the thick shade across the road. Half of the wooden walls just cut off the view of the busy street. The simple and natural Taishi chairs, log tables, and carved iron teapots are everywhere. There is no crowding or bustling between the tables, but rather a sense of tranquility in its own space.
A mapo tofu, a stir-fried duck with soy sauce, a plate of white meat with garlic paste, and a crock pot of old duck soup are all the authentic taste of old Sichuan. While my father was eating, he kept sighing to his mother, while her mother kept nodding in agreement with a smile; the taste of Jiang Xiaobai matched the fat but not greasy taste of the minced garlic white meat, and the parents' chattering words matched the freshness and lightness of the old duck soup. It turned out that this It is the mellow flavor among the hundreds of flavors in life.
When I was paying the bill, my old father was bluffing and bluffing, but he didn’t allow me to pay under any circumstances. In their hearts, what they probably keep in mind all the time is how hard it is for me to support my family by myself, and how deeply I feel for my daughter.
Poor parents in the world!