When I wrote down this topic, just one old word, has made me suddenly mixed feelings, the next three old words, it is fascinating. It goes without saying that this topic conveys a meaning. From a literary and artistic point of view, it is called nostalgia. Popularly speaking, the past is really beautiful.
It was a teenage time, as if it had happened in the last century and in the early years of the Republic of China. Perhaps because I have read many works written by the writers of the Republic of China, I always feel that those who live in the era of national disasters and family feuds and social unrest have a different kind of leisure. That kind of leisure is a kind of psychological tranquillity and simplicity, which is different from the romantic literati who make a lot of pastoral music. Almost all people, peddlers, scholars, gentry and bureaucrats, while worrying about the country and the people with their meagre efforts, while immersing themselves in a quiet little life, even the serious Mr. Lu Xun, there are times when he smiles in his spare time. This rare photo was seen in the illustration of Chen Danqing's waste Collection. For a long time, such a scene always came to my mind carelessly. A teenager in a long gown and a haircut took a book of whatever kind (the book is just an image and not a specific book), and sometimes frowned thoughtfully, nodded and smiled on the street paved with blue floor tiles. Walking slowly (this walk is only a vague action, not pointing to a particular place or direction), the sun falls into the shade of the trees through the leaves Around the end of spring and the beginning of summer, blue and white smoke suddenly appeared in the houses on both sides of the street, perhaps about eight or nine o'clock in the morning.
Such an assumption is simply an illusion generated in a state of blurred consciousness, just like the days when mortals miss immortals, which has nothing to do with reality.
However, in the dead of night, some scenes from my high school days seemed to take place yesterday, unexpectedly appeared in the dark in my field of vision, lingering. Of course, about the city, the people, and those things. It's like a gust of wind blowing on my cheek, forever. But the feeling of being kissed by the wind is to recall the feeling of the past, just like a piece of ice stuck in the heart on a hot summer day, which can not be ignored.
If that city must have a name to make the memories go on smoothly, call it City Y. I often suspect that when I recall the past, I have added a lot of fictional elements, as if I was weaving a lie, which may be called a story, adding a few indispensable people, so, those days of deja vu, just like a bright spring day, lying on the soft grass with admiring lovers watching the blue sky and white clouds, mixed with romance and grandeur Produce unreal hallucinations under the influence of alcohol or drugs. First of all, starting from the bookstore, in City Y, bookstores can be seen everywhere, and when I began to recall, a green auxiliary book was like a blade of grass floating on the calm water. The unusual nature of the blade of grass tells me what a wonderful world I can open through the blade of grass. The world hides the boyhood that I can no longer reproduce, and the auxiliary books are placed on dark yellow wooden shelves. The row on the bookshelf used to be full of auxiliary books, senior high school, junior high school and primary school. Unfortunately, there is no university, because there is no university in Y City. I stood in front of the bookshelf, looked all the way through the auxiliary books, turned around in the corner, and saw that the same shelf leaned against another wall, full of all kinds of reference books, including the Kangxi Dictionary and the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary. it stands out on the shelf. Next to the reference books are all kinds of old-style novels, as well as foreign literature. there are seven or eight versions of the four masterpieces, and those beautifully decorated classic novels seem to be covered with dust. After all these years, I have been impressed by the dust on the books, and the people next to me scanned the books in the bookstore as casually and loosely as I did, and occasionally reached out to pull out one of the sweaty books and put them back after reading the cover.
I walked out of the bookstore, passed the second bookstore, the third bookstore, the fourth bookstore and the fifth bookstore, and came to the corner of the street. this place is about ten minutes from the gate of our school, and turn left. it is the affiliated primary school of our middle school. parents who came to pick up their children at noon crowded at the school gate, looking anxious, and several pupils bounced out to see their respective parents. Grandparents waved to their partners reluctantly, and the parents saw that their children were much more relaxed at last, took their children's hands into the car, rode the streetcar, rode the motor, and went away, leaving a trembling old man or old lady. unhurriedly pull grandchildren or granddaughters to walk slowly, the residential area is in the next alley.
I went back to the bookstore, because I passed a river, which was not only black, but also blue on the surface and colorful in the sun. I always thought that the rivers in the city were all fish and shrimp extinct and garbage floating. Many years later, when I left the Y city stream and fell to other cities, I found that occasionally some urban rivers were clear and transparent, swimming fish and stones, and looking straight at them. I heard that many years ago, the old man who was born and raised in City Y recalled that when he was a child, he used to swim in the river and catch fish. At that time, City Y was as deserted and clean as many cities in the Republic of China, as peaceful, without flashy and without ugliness. Close to the side of the river is a park. In the evening in the park, there are often groups of old men and women playing unknown songs, dancing out of tune, the park has luxuriant flowers and trees, bamboo and stone, the lawn has cobblestone paved artificial paths and wooden seats. I stood on the flyover and saw neon lights flashing and a breeze blowing the noise of a city. I was thinking of a young girl like me. It's coming towards me. If that girl had to have a name for me to write something about me and her naturally, she would be the king's shepherd. Jun Mu lives at the other end of the Y city, and our school is arranged at two endpoints on a straight line, just as I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, don't you see every day, as described by drinking water from the Yangtze River? specifically, she is to the south of Y City, and I am to the north of Y City. The reason for mentioning the bookstore is that we often meet in a bookstore in the middle of the street. In the romantic words of young people nowadays, we often date there.
That bookstore is probably the largest bookstore in Y City. It seems to me that that bookstore also has a name, which is as loud and decent as Xinhua Bookstore. Unlike the bookstores dotted around our school that make use of all available space, there are few teaching aids and reference books in that bookstore, mostly decent and gorgeous books such as literature, art, philosophy, history, and so on. of course, there are not very glamorous but plain books such as medicine, agriculture, forestry, science and health, anyway, that is the best place for us to go on weekends.
I walked along the other side of the river to a flyover, and it took me about ten minutes to walk to the street garden. Like all big cities, City Y was small but well-equipped. As its name implies, the street garden is located in the center of the Y city. I think it is like a gossip array. There are Hugh, Health, injury, du, Jing, death, surprise, Open eight doors, connecting eight doors is an ancient palace-style building. Outside the gold and jade, Diaolianghuadong, the building has two floors, the lower floor is mostly a clothing store, the upper layer is almost also a clothing store, and there are supermarkets, banks, Internet cafes, restaurants, glasses shops and jewelry stores scattered between the store and the store. Stationery stores, fruit shops, florists and bookstores, all the clothing stores in Y City are basically located in the street garden and eight blocks from the street garden, while Y City is followed by clothing stores, all kinds of counterfeit brands for men and women, young and old, and tailor-made clothing stores. At the center of the eight diagrams array is a bronze sculpture of naked men and women. As usual, there is a name, which is called the Soul of Y City. At the bottom of the sculpture is a marble square platform, which is placed in a pool four or five meters square, and the rest is just like the park I passed before, with luxuriant flowers and trees, bamboo and stone. The lawn has several man-made paths paved with cobblestones and wooden seats, as well as the tireless neon lights at night.
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