In 206 BC, Liu Bang of Jiangsu was driven out of Guanzhong by Xiang Yu to become the king of Hanzhong, and han Xin, who followed him, did not know whether he was accustomed to hanzhong hot noodles as a deserter, and was chased back by Xiao He and recommended to become a general. Han Xin, who has only been in Hanzhong for four months, now wears Ming Dynasty armor and stands in the center of the city every day in the wind and rain.
Behind Han Xin's ass is the altar road, the simple Chinese-style façade house built at the end of the last century is difficult to praise, and the two rows of huge French sycamores on the road are a little romantic. The autumn leaves slowly drifted down, quickly put into the garbage bag, the ground was clean like a girl's face, and the two sanitation workers with fast hands looked at the branches and leaves above their heads and were full of helplessness. Three or two pedestrians hurriedly, no one had the heart to think that Liu Bang, the king of Hanzhong, and his descendant Liu Bei might have frolicked with the beautiful women of Hanzhong on this street, or they had all majestically led the Hanzhong men who were looking forward to military merit and a better future to embark on the road of conquest in all directions.
Youth intersection, the short mother-in-law pulled the man riding an electric car said that she was hit by him, looking at her full of spirit, it is estimated that it is only a slight touch, the man is obviously a worker in a hurry to work, a face of frustration and obscurity, these two years of money is not easy to earn, in the morning out of the dime did not earn a dime on the first encounter with this matter, but also can't help but pull up, but both sides are obviously very restrained and gentle.
Friends said that there are old streets near the Hantai District Government, and said that the old streets here are more flavorful than Chenggu Old Streets, so Liu Rui and I walked a full circle along Dingzi Street, Jianguo Road, Zhongshan Street, and Baijiangtan West Lane. Most of these old houses were built in the 1950s and 1960s, much older than I am, and the wooden rafters of many houses have cracked and rotted, but except for a few walls that are slightly crooked, the main body is still relatively strong. Here and Chenggu Old Street is basically the same, a certain period of history has been a prime commercial location, can have a house here to eat and drink without worry, now the times change, once the phoenix fell off the branches, but still with another kind of high and low jagged and old and dilapidated beauty to give tourists a sense of a hundred years of vicissitudes.
Under the French plane tree, the old man with almost all white hair carefully and regularly placed various types of vise, screwdriver, wrench, from the perspective of proficiency, he has done this for at least several decades, and the boss lady in the shop next door is holding a white-noodle steamed bun with vegetables for breakfast, she should not be a Hanzhong person, the locals will generally put a cup of steaming meridian xianhao in front of them.
Another street intersection, fat aunt squatting in the doorway to fan the honeycomb coal stove, she said that the people living here are basically the elderly, young people have long moved to the high-end community by the river to live in buildings, only they are not willing to go and stay, I know that this has nothing to do with having money or money, they are reluctant to remember their youth here.
Although the house is dilapidated, but the days still have to be exquisite, the old people change the pattern to beautify their lives, many people in front of the door are seen in front of the sewing needle planting African jasmine, chrysanthemum, bougainvillea. A mossy old flower pond in a courtyard is planted with loquat trees and pomegranates, and there are seats under the trees, which are the special seats of the owner and old friends, sipping hot tea on the way to see various pedestrians hurrying by, quite a sense of being in red dust but transcending red dust.
The west lane of the altar is very narrow, which should be the most lively time, hundreds of people are buying vegetables and meat, the heads of the people who are shrugging are all white hair, but the accent is all over the world. The economic environment is not good, the business is not easy to do, even these people who sell vegetables and buy vegetables are no exception. A bag of wild kiwi fruit for three dollars, stall owners and customers for fifty cents to say spit white foam. A pair of down cotton pants forty-five yuan, the seller in order not to reduce five yuan to the nanotechnology and meteorite electromagnetic energy into the rhetoric. Selling cooked beef enviously looked at the next door selling brine pig head meat constantly collecting money to find money, three pounds of pig head meat only sold thirty-eight yuan, their own one pound of beef is more than sixty yuan, selling this matter should not find who to reason.
Liu Rui did not want to go again, when he came back, the owner of the electric car and the old woman were still there, but they did not speak, and it was estimated that they were a little tired after an hour of arguing. Next to them was a circle of old people, the yellow-clad aunt wearing a silk scarf was presiding over the scene with clear logic and clear organization, to the effect that the police had been reported for both sides, and justice was in the hearts of the people, and she also said to the onlookers not to coax, she was full of red light, and she was very satisfied with the frequent nods of the onlookers, and she was quite satisfied with the frequent nodding of the onlookers, quite a bit of a county magistrate did not change the feeling.
Across the street, there are also groups of elderly people, men and women holding mobile phones, scanning codes can receive a thin transparent plastic washbasin. The white-haired aunt may have just been notified by the old sister, breathlessly riding a bicycle to rush over, Liso's parking lock, behind the queue, not afraid of whether to encounter fraud, at this moment the free washbasin is all they have.
Hantai old neighborhood is full of life atmosphere, it is said that each city has one or two historical blocks with its own unique taste of the city, such as Xi'an Muslim Street, Nanjing Confucius Temple, Chengdu Jinli and Kuanzhai Lane, Shanghai Bund, Tianjin Five Avenues, although many have been too commercial, but after all, the flaws are not hidden, attracting tourists from all over the world to feel the local cultural atmosphere here, then the west of Chengdu and Xi'an Hanzhong actually needs a unique temperament and has a tourism function of the old street, these few crowded streets are just the best choice , but now it is also necessary to artificially optimize the beauty decoration to enhance, through the combination of cultural elements and flowers to stimulate the unique temperament of Hanzhong, a small northwest Jiangnan, so that Hanzhong tourism will really rise, and these old people will also earn consumption from tourists while sitting at home.
Han Xin was killed by Lü Hou more than two thousand years ago, the bones have long been turned into yellow earth, and now the Han Xin stone statue does not know whether the statue is not like himself, even if it is, what does it have to do with him? The stone statue stood with its head held high, and the back of its ass was noisy every day, it could not turn around, nor did it bother to turn around, so the noise had nothing to do with him, the sorrow and joy of the world had nothing to do with him, the fireworks had nothing to do with him, and from the moment the King of Han falsely worshiped him as a great general, he lost the happiness and sorrow of the people. The people also don't want to see him, it's a stone statue, and they have to spend twenty-five yuan on tickets, this money to buy some wine and meat to buy some vegetables to go home, the family sits around eating and drinking is the happy day of the little people.
Completed november 2021