As soon as I entered the old street, a strong smell of old times came to my face, which made people feel like they had entered a dark oil painting. Only from some dilapidated courtyard walls and gatehouses can we vaguely see the glory of this street. The high firewall, upturned eaves and finely carved doors and windows are all intriguing. If the small town is a history book, then the old street is the most exquisite chapter in the book, telling people the vicissitudes of the world and the changes of the times.
Walk a few tens of meters, and you will find a street three meters wide, mostly paved with smooth stones, from east to west and then to north. Shops, whether wide or narrow, modern or ancient, are still open and business is booming. Some have demolished some old houses and turned them into pharmacies or barbershops, but most of them are snack bars, goldsmiths and small grocery stores. The people who look after the shops are usually old people, old women and middle-aged women. They are all smiles and attract pedestrians. There are several old shops, the paint on the boards has fallen off, but you can still see from the traces left. This is Mihang, and that is a drugstore. If you meet old people in the street, they will tell the story of the prosperity of Dong Shi Brothers Pharmacy. People in the old street are very busy every morning, and the front of several snack bars is always crowded with people. There are many varieties in the shop, including sweet glutinous rice balls and glutinous rice balls, fragrant sesame cakes, fried wheat and oil from Huang Cancan.
Stew, stir-fry, and the most distinctive and local flavor is milk powder bag, also known as mountain powder ball. The skin of milk powder package is made by kneading cooked sweet potato and starch evenly, and kneading a round hollow dough with fingers. The bag is full of winter bamboo shoots, vegetables, dried bean curd, pork, onion celery, shrimp and eel. The skin is thin and the meat is thick, which makes people greedy.
When you turn to the ancient records of Yuhuan, you will know that there is a poem called "Night Patrol" written by Tongzhi Xu Rong in Qing Dynasty: "Several people woke up on the vast land and went to the yellow flag octagonal pavilion alone. The barn divides the bright moon equally, and the north wind screen is held high in the north. Go into the clouds to keep the cold and scare the geese, and go out of the trees to catch lights and mix stars. I can also tolerate Ningyue, not as good as warming the scriptures. " I know this street was originally called Huang Qi Street, which is in front of Yuhuan Hall. Since 1964, the people's government has successively demolished the old street in front of the county government and widened the road surface 13 meters, which has become what it is now. Xiqing Street was outside Yongqing Gate in ancient times, which was the place where residents gathered for the market at that time. There is a poem written by Lu Yushu, a tongzhi in Qing Dynasty: "The gate of Qing filial piety is open, and fresh vendors take advantage of it. Yellow croaker and white fish, together with shrimps and crabs, have been replaced by firewood. " You can see the prosperity of the past. Now, at the corner of the old street, vendors are consciously lining up on the street to facilitate residents and attract customers. Business is booming and bustling.
The years are long, the mottled old houses in the old streets and the rich local flavor always exude the ancient charm.
Yuhuan old street is not well protected. It can be said that there is no protection at all. Today, only this 3322 dilapidated old house proves that it once existed. I believe it was once brilliant, but now it has lost the dignity, elegance and patchwork of Luqiao Old Street and Wenzhou Old Street. Suddenly, I feel that the local government and people are somewhat saddened by the trampling of history.
Although the old street has experienced vicissitudes, it has not got rid of daily life. There will always be corners that you can't understand, but because of its heavy history, you are called to interpret its decline and glory. The knock from the blacksmith's shop spread far and far in the silent old street, as if you could hear the call of historical vicissitudes.
A hundred years of prosperity, no longer lively, family changes, fate rise and fall, tied to this old house, written on the old street,
Leave gently, just as come gently, take away the image of the old street and leave sincere feelings.