Neon lights and street lamps at night never go out all night, hovering over the city like a dragon. Since 2005, all kinds of high-rise buildings have mushroomed, and vehicles seem to grow out of the ground overnight. Gradually, gradually, the road widened, the bicycle lane narrowed, and even jumped up the steps and onto the sidewalk. More and more people, like boundless prosperity, spread throughout Dongsheng.
Our town is the epitome of China's speed. Maybe our three generations will experience the drastic changes in foreign countries for hundreds of years. However, we have no choice, we live in this era.
First of all, the tree
My grandmother lives in Dongsheng ancient town. In my impression, there are several huge poplars in the yard of grandma's community. Tall branches divide the sky into small broken and irregular spaces, making the sky look mysterious and dreamy. Of course, it's winter. In summer, under the leafy poplars, the sky becomes small pieces. A gust of wind came out and the leaves rustled, like someone tickling and giggling.
These trees grow on the steep slope of the asphalt road. Many retired old people and old ladies in the yard are resting under the trees, and my grandparents used to enjoy the cool under the trees. There is also a carton factory on the big slope of this asphalt road, and there is a small restaurant next to the door of the carton factory. Later, the carton factory collapsed, the small restaurant collapsed and several towering trees were cut down. At first, a stump was left to remind people that there used to be a big tree here. Until one day, the tree was uprooted, loaded into a big blue truck and drove away. A deep pit and scattered roots were left on the ground. I wonder if anyone will feel pain and loss for that big hole like me.
Second, pavilions and gardens.
Later, when I went to play, children's interests were always easily diverted.
In the big yard of grandma's community, there is a small lawn surrounded by small semi-oval bricks. In the middle of the lawn is a small round flower bed forty or fifty centimeters high. There are a bunch of small red wild chrysanthemums planted in it, and some small flowers that can't be named. In midsummer, it is colorful and beautiful. Other friends and I tore off a string of red tubular flower cores and put them directly in our mouths to suck its sweet juice. We only pulled out a few tubes at a time and saved them for the next day. This sweetness can accompany the whole summer. On the west side of the lawn is a small stone pavilion with a golden roof; The pavilion column is red and has four columns; There are also four beautiful women, painting colorful flowers of Soviet style; In the center of the pavilion is a short round table made of stones and four stools. The small lawn is sandwiched between two rows of buildings. To the south is a row of old four-story buildings, probably the earliest building in Dongsheng; To the north is a new six-story building. Now in the old building, many people have moved away and the building has been rented to outsiders. And the new building became the old building.
In the afternoon, the gazebo was occupied by children, including me. We played the game of "Mom and Dad" in the pavilion, and only when we grew up did we know that this game was called "Dressing as a Family Wine" in other areas. It doesn't matter what the name is, as long as we have a good time. "Mothers" pull up grass on the lawn, chop it up, find a plastic toy bowl, and connect it with the water flowing out of the flower watering pipe to make a dish. Or pour water into the soil, knead it into a ball by hand, and compact the mud ball by hand on a plastic plate, which is also a dish. Sometimes, flowers are picked, washed and put in separate plates, or inserted in mud plates ... "dads" carry schoolbags as briefcases, catch ants everywhere, and use mud as castles for work.
Many times the round table is used for "eating and chatting". Sometimes children steal homework from home after school, so that senior children can "help" or copy each other's homework. If parents find that they are copying homework, they will take naughty children home for education while shouting and cursing.
I saw the gazebo built with my own eyes. My first impression of this gazebo is Jiangnan, which is different from a square house, but a strange building without doors and windows. From the inside of the pavilion, there are colorful paintings on the top of the pavilion, an old man with a big bag on his head and a crane ... Later, the flowers in the flower bed withered year by year, and finally became an empty earthen pond, and there were children digging and playing there. The table top of the stone round table fell off, leaving only an abrupt stone pillar. The paint in the pavilion gradually mottled. ...
Third, grandma's small yard
Golden sunflowers are swaying in the middle of grandma's yard.
After dinner, my sister and I went out to play, even the children who rented the house. Where there is soil, it is the little world of children. Seriously pile the dirt in your hands into what you want, or play the game of "mom and dad", the game has become more important than anything else. Sometimes, the renter's little yellow dog comes to join in the fun, and we also count the little yellow dog as a member of the "Mom and Dad" game. Sometimes, the little yellow dog will run to grandpa who is enjoying the cool. Grandpa will touch the dog's head and say with a smile, "OK, OK, grey doll, good grey doll …" Grandpa seems very happy, as if this little yellow dog can light up his old age.
Grandma will scold Grandpa: "Why do you take that dog with you every day?" You feed other people's dogs every day! "When Little Yellow Dog runs to Grandma, Grandma will reach out to Doby Dog and say to the dog," What are you doing here? "I knew running around ..."
Earlier, there was a pigeon house above grandma's kitchen, where you could go up the iron stairs. My second uncle had it built. More than 100 pigeons hover on the roof every day listening to the pigeon whistle. My second uncle feeds pigeons with a flashlight at dawn every day. Sometimes, pigeons flying well will be kept in cages one by one, and they will drive far, far away and pass many toll stations. Soon, the pigeons flew back. My second uncle is in front of the pigeon cage, counting the pigeons that fly back. Later, the family added some various trophies. My grandmother has always opposed my uncle's raising pigeons, but my uncle pretended not to hear. Until later, he left, and the pigeons at home were sold, leaving only the empty pigeon house on the roof and several thick color magazines in the bathroom.
Fourth, Jin Yuancheng
My grandmother's parents brought me up when I was young. Grandpa often takes me to and from school by bike. I sat on the girder and swayed my legs, watching the scenery of the whole city surrounded by my grandfather. At that time, there was a famous night market street called Jinyuan City. Gold is the gold of Jin Yuanbao, and Yuan is the yuan of Jin Yuanbao. At that time, Dongsheng didn't have so many street lamps, not so bright. Jinyuan City is the brightest place in the whole street. Around Jinyuan City, all kinds of smells are coming, and the grills of kebabs are arranged in two long rows along the road. Behind every barbecue shop stood a Xinjiang man, wearing a small hat and a black robe. For everyone, Xinjiang people are not terrible at all. They are the best kebabs in the world. Lamb kebabs were smoking and rattling on the grill. Xinjiang people flexibly hold a kebab in one hand and magically sprinkle salt and cumin on the kebab in the other. Xinjiang people will ask you with a strange accent, do you want Chili? How can you not know? The excited children swallowed and shouted, "Chili, Chili!" " "Very nervous. Xinjiang people heard wrong. Xinjiang people put peppers with a straight face, baked them for a long time and handed them to the people next to them. It turned out that it was not yours, and it took a long time for the mutton kebab to be handed to you. My parents handed them two dollars in their hands. At that time, mutton skewers were four for one yuan. Another most famous store in Jinyuan City is called Jinyuan Bakery. In my memory, it plays with moon cakes and sells all kinds of biscuits. In my memory, I can eat moon cakes baked by Jinyuan, plus milk tea, which is the most perfect morning.
Jinyuan City has all kinds of delicious food. Roasted lamb tenderloin, roasted sweet potato, mutton offal, bowl holder, stuffed skin, Guandong sugar ... hardware stores, restaurants, canteens, those with keys and zippers ... are all brightly lit lines, and the red city wall and the dome on the city wall constitute a dream world.
I don't remember which Jinyuan City collapsed. The collapsed Jinyuan City contributed to the widening of the road. Later, I also ate other kebabs, but I still didn't think it was delicious. Perhaps, it's not that mutton kebabs are not delicious. It is because the wonderful childhood memories of the material shortage era transcend all tastes and are irreplaceable.
Five, childhood games
The last time I saw grandma Teng Baobao was in the elevator of the hospital. She asked me if I was a little X, and I smiled and answered yes. I asked her who she came to see in the hospital. She said that Teng Baobao's grandfather had a tumor. I'm surprised. There is nothing I can do except comfort and blessing. Her family moved out of the big yard of the community long ago, and we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I never thought that we would meet again like this.
Baby Teng is one of the few boys in our community compound. He is clever, one year older than me, knows more than me, and can draw pictures on the wall that I can't, so he has become an "enemy" that I can't surpass. He followed a group of girls to throw sandbags, jump rubber bands, jump squares, burn ants with a magnifying glass, climb high sand piles and then run down, smash films, jump jerboa, bounce balls, play yo-yo, draw and write on the wall ... We ate sour, flourishing fig shreds, drooling, big rolls, and so on.
Once, my friends and I went to the east shelter of a building, built a suggestion stove with bricks, stole matches and paper from home, and baked sweet potatoes to eat. Sweet potatoes are naturally raw and burnt black, but there is a pleasure of doing forbidden things behind your family's back. We are dressed in rags that we don't know where to pick up, as the role-playing legend of the new white snake. I was arranged to play Xiaoqing, and Teng Baobao was arranged to play Fahai. In the evening, Brother FQ took everyone out to light candles and hold a literary evening. Everyone takes turns to perform the program and invites parents to watch it until 9 pm.
What impressed me most about Baby Teng was that we played across the hall from grandma's house. We live opposite three or six houses. His family is a metalworker, and there is always a constant noise of cutting metal from the open door of his family. There is an iron shelf in front of his house. Iron rusts easily. Under the erosion of rain, the tall iron shelf turned brown and red. Baby Teng and I stood on the iron shelf, playing with the rotatable screws on the iron shelf. So this iron shelf looks amazing, with the profound and fantastic colors of the universe. He taught me to "sing like a bow, stand like a pine …" I have no idea why the songwriter said "he is a pine tree". My main concern is how to "gracefully" win this "mortal enemy" after learning this song. Although I don't admit defeat, I still like to visit his house. I got up at seven in the morning and went straight to his house. One morning, I was in such a hurry that I fell on the concrete floor of his yard five times and my knees were dripping blood. It took me half a month to recover. I don't know how I got rid of the unprecedented embarrassment. It is estimated that the key to self-mockery is not to cry, pat your knees and stand up and pretend nothing happened.
Sixth, the conclusion.
Later, the children in the compound grew up and were taken home by their parents. No one knows which play will be a farewell, that is, you go to his house to find him, and his grandparents say that he has gone home. Later, his grandparents also moved away. ...
My grandparents' house was built in 1992, when I was born. His family was the last to move out of the yard. I witnessed the brick houses in the compound from bright and clean as new to mottled and old, and witnessed the process of new buildings rising from the ground up until they became old buildings. This happened to be my whole childhood.
Finally, even the blue slate was broken because no one repaired it. Perhaps, a person's life is like this bluestone. From bright and clean as new, gradually getting old and black, becoming fragmented, and finally being thrown away. ...