My memory of the alley is enough to make me accumulate an innocent childhood. This alley is old and nameless, and it has been called "Hutong" for generations. Its birth seems to be born with a stubborn vulgarity and a warm smell of firewood, which breeds the heavy expectations and yearning of the villagers. After decades of noisy and crowded soldiers and horses, there was a moment of silence, showing a long quiet peace. Even on a stormy night, it would turn the foot of rain into a soothing rhythm, and once the rain was pulled to the ground, it would become a crawling river. There is no whirlpool, no torrent, no groan, no arrogance, and you walk into the same destination with the same voice and the same rhythm. These are the innocent years in the old memory of the alley. There are a lot of lovers, and they will also rely on the alley as the basis of their feelings. At one end, there is a silent lover under the moon, and at the other end, there is a glance of love. At a distance, two warm hearts seem to be lingering for thousands of years, and they are deeply attached to each other. In my childhood memory, such a scene often makes me stop, and no one knows whether they will get together or not.
I don't know what to expect. There are many silver-haired old ladies in the alley, bamboo rafts, cloth and scissors, a kind old man with popcorn, an artist who plays the tin pot with a wind box, an erhu player like A Bing, a swaying sedan chair and a bronze lock, children playing house and wrestling for a pinch of urine mud. I know that the stack of these memories is extended with my childhood memories. Perhaps it is the alley that pulls people together, without gaps, barriers, grudges and condescension, just like pulling rows of houses, which is harmonious and orderly, so there is the mutual help and mutual lining of neighbors, the response of crowing and barking, the heaviest interpretation of reciprocity, and the childhood friends.
No one has ever studied how this alley was born. Besides, the pieces of bluestone piled up on the wall can be clearly distinguished by fine and neat engraving. The drops of rain tell the vicissitudes it carries, such as the intimate needle knowledge or deep forehead lines of my mother, and it is like its dripping tears. However, the vertical and horizontal joints between stones, the lush moss, the astringent smell of grass mud and the gentle sunshine sandwiched between stones seem to add vitality and vitality to this half-life and eventful years, and an entanglement and yearning for the afterlife, which is like a colorful journey and makes people happily miss it. I know that I always cling to this alley. In my opinion, as an ancient and beautiful legend, it will always stay in my time of never getting old, and there is a person who makes this alley full of legends. According to legend, there used to be a gambling game in this alley. One day, a young man started with a group of strangers and was playing cards and ran out of money. The young man said, Wait till I go to the old rich man's house to ask for some money. With that, Xian flew out of sight. After several people finished drinking a pot of tea with laughter, I saw the young man back with a bulging cloth bag. To their surprise, he was covered with thick snowflakes! At that time, it was July's filariasis weather, and he turned around and didn't know how many roads he ran out! Since then, his reputation as a scud has spread far and wide.
According to the old people, he is a relative of Liang's family and was born in this alley. He is generous and generous, and he is deeply loved by the villagers. Since then, this alley has a legend, prestige and endless stories.
Long memories of the past are like this long alley, while long memories of the alley are like Sugar-Coated Berry strung with long bamboo sticks. In the morning, the shouts with a thick local accent spread from one end of the alley to the other, from the heart and lungs to the root of every nerve, so you have no reason not to recall its sweet stickiness. First red sticks to your eyes, then round sticks to your lips, and then sticks to your heart. There is a sour taste in the sweet stickiness, which makes you have to drop a tear sweetly, just like the people in the alley who have to part with it after a long separation. After all, the feelings for the alley are the feelings of remembering the sweet Sugar-Coated Berry's sour water. Alleys, for children, are red hydrangeas for happy cats to roll away; In the eyes of lovers, it is a red ribbon connecting past lives and this life; In the hearts of the old people, it is a touch of setting sun that is ironed on the chest.
Alleys can't be destroyed, and there should be no ruins in alleys. As a small family and small courtyard, alleys should be passed down one after another. In the alley, enough sunshine makes people feel the most primitive comfort brought by years. Even in winter, I don't feel the cold alley, the tepid sunshine, the fighting between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty, the folk stories passed down from mouth to mouth, and the love songs that sent you to the end of the world. The alley will not be too crowded, but it will never be too deserted.
Imagine a midnight, when the bell of the night shift echoed in the long alley, leaving a long tail sound, which gradually made the night quiet to an unpredictable depth.
in hot summer, cool peppermint is indispensable.
mint always gives me a feeling that it can draw the coolness from the bottom of my heart into my mouth and let a little cool wind swirl around the root of my tongue, so my whole body feels fresh and refreshed, my eyes are bright, my eyebrows are bright and my forehead is moist, and my feet are stuck in a wet hole, and that cool and nourishing breath spreads all over my veins in an instant, and in summer, I feel tired.
cool mint, whether it is brewed for tea or tortured for meals, can't change its original cool taste and wild fragrance. I am used to taking its green tip, putting it in a transparent cup and drinking it with boiling water. I can take it in a few minutes, moistening my throat, driving away heat and discharging fire. Some drugs can't achieve the effect, and this cup of mint tea has all been done. The green and astringent aroma permeates my insides, which not only quenches my thirst, but also cools my mind and wakes me up. Is it tea, a drink or a tonic? It can be described as killing three birds with one stone.
The best food is the mint omelet. In my memory, my mother's specialty is making mint cakes with egg rolls. Mother first put the washed green tips on the plate and flour and egg whites, stir them into a paste and mix them well, then drop them into the oil pan with a spoon one by one, until an egg roll produces a beautiful spring flower, and then turn it over to be cooked. Oil-yellow dough rolls are wrapped in green leaves, pecking at your eyes, hooking your lips and hanging your stomach. You may not be able to taste the taste of egg white, but the delicious mint is green, astringent, fragrant and beautiful.
The most memorable thing is that when I was a child, my mother often embroidered a beautiful sachet with mint on it and hung it around my neck. Red purse, green wild fragrance, thick wishes and lasting fragrance have been entangled in my heart. It may be mint that really keeps the eternal and compelling fragrance in the impact of the flowing water of time, and that deep wish is to accompany me to grow up. In my mother's view, it is a symbol of happiness, health and peace. She sewed a beautiful wish for me with the simplest expression and embroidered a dream of staying young forever.
cool mint. Cool summer, deep love.