"Wearer" is not only a person in us, a small shop, but also a place name. He lives where East Street intersects grass lanes. The intersection of East Street and Grass Lane is known as Grass Lane. But that's not precise enough for us. Although East Street is not as big as the alleys elsewhere, there are always four "mouths" when the streets intersect, left and right, this side and that side. Adults have beards in everything, because they only need to have such beards in their lives to deal with the past. We can't. For example: there is an old woman on this side of lane mouth street who sets up a stall, selling peaches, apricots, melons, persimmon cakes, tooth dates, wind water chestnuts, Yanghua radish, mud dolls, and chickens; there is also an old woman on the opposite side, selling a kind of chicken, mud dolls, (there are many kinds of), Yanghua radish, (although I have seen this kind of water red elsewhere, thick and long, Yang hua flew out to sell, raw chewing cold mix are crisp and tender radish, but I have not eaten; I always feel that it is not the kind of our hometown, only slightly similar,) Tooth dates, peach apricots, melons, and persimmon cakes, exactly the same! What do you say about this? Sometimes it's okay, you can be casual; when their business is still good, when there are new goods on the market, when they are also pleasant to each other, when they are as intimate as old sisters, it doesn't matter, who we buy feel the same. This side and that side, the same. Sometimes, however, they have to be troublesome, they have to be deliberate, they have to see opportunities temporarily, they have to plan for their own interests, and they have to use their own money and obvious tendencies to fight grievances. And we often disagree with each other. Then there will be debates, even evil words, quarrels, sesame oil mixed with mustard greens, each with their own heart, each going their own way. That's it, there's a chasm between us! It took ten minutes, or half an hour, or half a day, or even three or two days, for time to fill it, and it was like-minded, not contradictory, not hateful, not contemptuous. Sometimes this one seemed poorer than the other, and sometimes the other seemed weaker than this. Sometimes this side gets a little support from the concubine, buys a bunch of proud goods, is domineering, and can't live forever. Sometimes the daughter made her a new fur blue cloth gown, and she felt disdainful of competing with people with patches in the crotch. They are always scolding, scolding all day, always those words, scolding, resting, scolding. Make a deal, count the money and pick up the goods; the green vegetable soup will send a large bowl of dry rice, which will have time to prepare new weapons, gather a bunch of words that they think are more pouring, throw it over, throw it back, hoping to hurt people. This is annoying to us, because swearing is not good. Especially when they scold each other, most of them are bad weather and the whole world is uncomfortable. Their business is very bad, the stalls are full of old and dry goods, and they are rare and pitiful. Their hatred is poisoned in decadence, like the mud at the gates of the city on a rainy day. Their livers burned their temples, their hair was draped, and they were hopeless, helpless, lonely, and mournful. Why didn't anyone advise them? If you think about it, with our hands in our pockets and rubbing the warm copper coins, what do we think? We stood and watched for half a day, gradually forgetting what we wanted to buy; not wanting to eat anything, not wanting to play anything, conceived and taught by a very deep and sticky pain. Sometimes, they would twist the corners of their clothes and fight with a little bun. He cursed lowly while hitting. None of them could move, but they charged at each other with their hard skinny bones, tearing, biting, scratching their hair, and tearing other people's clothes. A long,clumsy, lax fight. One day they will have one to kill. Instead of dying at the hands of people, they stood unsteadily, stumbling and stumbling on the corners of the stones and breaking their heads to die. ...... Ah, don't talk about this. Telling you this is just to tell you how far away it is even though it is so far away. So you can't have a beard. Therefore, it cannot be said that it is "grass lane mouth". On one side of the grass lane is a dry tobacco shop, and on the other side is a cartwright shop. You see if there is a small noodle person coming, the candy blowing man coming, the wooden trick coming, carrying Wei Dao, the wandering monk who has changed his fate, the walking river and lake hanging water hanging water coming, all kinds of thrilling characters and things appearing there, we rush to see, if you say "Grass Lane Mouth", how anxious people are. As soon as you say "wear the driver's house", you will understand it easily. Everyone just keeps going, no need to look east and west. "Wear the driver", "wear the car", which is not three words in our country, is inseparable from each other, and becomes a symbol of one. The wearer is a point, gathers many things, is a center, a bottom. It is a testimony of our years of life, a district, a native and a foreign country. We say "wear the driver's house", not "wear the driver's house in front of the door". One is too wordy to say, and then we seem to take all this activity outside the door, all the scenery and emotions into his little shop, it seems to belong to it, for it; for him, for the wearer; although the cart keeper's shop is so small, the cartist is not dipped in anything. The wearer is a bead that is taken out of the water and leaves not a single drop. - Because he is such a person.
(It's no fun to say that!) Having said that, it is said. ）
I remember a small red spring league posted on the wall of the cartwright's board, which was two sentences every year, two sentences that were very common and common:
Room Ya why should it be big
Floral fragrance is not much
Although it is extremely common and common, and even teaches people to feel vulgar, vulgar and disgusting, it is meaningful, appropriate and touching to be attached to the driver's home. Although his half of the storefront is not elegant, and except for a branch of camellia for the New Year, a pomegranate flower with the dragon boat calamus, a branch of laurel in August and September, and a white lotus, there are usually very few flower arrangements. - The pot of flower arrangement is always one, the old bamboo root, which he made out of his lathe, and always supplied on a very high square table. To say "offering" is not to say it casually, but to feel that there is a kind of respect, a kind of sacredness, a kind of sustenance and a kind of comfort, even if there is no small incense burner next to it, and there is not a small image of the god posted on the back. I don't think I'm taking it for granted, it's true. I think that if you like the bamboo root pot and want to spend money to buy it from him, the cartier will smile and smile, "Don't sell it." "The cart driver has never encountered a few such old and strange roots in his life, and he will never spin a bamboo pot for his own car in his lifetime." How many years has it been offered there, and you didn't call him that whole home changed? He didn't think much of it, but selling this pot was something he had never thought of. He only had one sentence, laughing, "Not for sale." He didn't know the other answers, and he didn't think about it. If you really want it, he's happy too. Because someone loves something he loves that has become a habit, you renew his feelings. He is also grateful to you, but he can only say: "Let me pay attention to you, if you encounter such bamboo again, you will pay attention." "He'll pay attention, he can't forget. With that, he will do it, put it high, and wait for you to find it, and come and take it. - You will naturally find that because you pass by every day, you always have to look at it. His storefront is really small. Small, yet fulfilling.
Small, yet fulfilling. Piled up, racked, nailed, hung, all sorts of things. Every space left is a must. From these spaces more than from those objects, you can see the carefulness of the arrangement, the warmth, the thoughts, the habits, the modification of habits and the formation of new habits, and you can see how a person lives his life.
When the door was a horizontal beech lathe, so big and heavy that it was too hard to imagine when it would be used. It represents eternity in itself. It would never move, it was as if it had grown out of the ground, a stable and unobtrusive life. There is no problem with this lathe being older than the wheelbarrower, and it must have been left behind by his father and master. Thicker than needed is made french by previous generations. (We look at many things in the past and always think that one can be changed to two or three.) The shape of this lathe doesn't look very elaborate in some places. Some are used according to the material, informal, twisted a little, listen to it twist a little, do not cut too much to make it straight, but this does not hinder its general squareness. After using it for many years, many traces of not only axe chisels can still be felt, but the kiss at the seam of the mortise is really tight, really accurate, as if it is born as a shelf, not piece by piece. How many years, not shaking, not shaking, not walking a little bit! This lathe occupies almost half of the store, which is obviously the most important thing, and everything else is attached to it, and most of it is made from this lathe. Inside the large lathe was a small lathe. Wear the wheelsmith to make a little thing on the small lathe. It was much lighter, much more delicate, light in color, often rubbed with yellow teeth, abnormal luster, and woody was visible according to the covenant, which was later handmade by the wearer himself. Further inside, a hand is the bamboo pot for the incense burner. Behind the lathe there is a walkway for only one person. Next to a table against the wall, going inward, is the inner chamber. Think of it as a bed, a lamp case, low beams and small windows, compact and not too cluttered. When there is a small side door, it opens out a long narrow patio. A little cloud, a little starlight, rain flowed in a shallow gutter on a rainy day. There are two water tanks in the middle of the patio, one for eating and one for use; two for cooking rice and tea stoves. The walls of the yin phoenix fairy flowers bloom and fall on their own, a few strands of grass in the brick cracks, swaying in the light wind, crawling on the ground with a few pieces of purslane, and gray-blue borer moths flying. Although this is not witnessed, you have seen many houses with such a pattern, which are very familiar. In fact, even from the outside situation, it is not difficult to imagine that it is known. - Where are the dishes he used for eating? On the first wall of the table, he dug open a piece, nailed plates on all four sides, and installed two small doors, which became a cabinet. Divided into several hammers, not only the dishes and chopsticks, his own tea cans and cigarette bags, important gadgets, ancestral hand-drawn patterns, the bottom of the order, with his son's paper and pen, the woman's combing furniture, all have a proper place to park. Half knees bent on the domino stool, can be easily obtained. When I was young, I wished there was a room with such a cupboard, which was very interesting. His ash poles, boxwood strips, and mulberry jujube wood rosewood materials rested on a special shelf on a high table, and they were not very neatly stacked, but there was an order, beyond the order above the neatness. (The wagon does not need much wood,) the legs of the shelf are upturned like a spout, just hanging a grasshopper cage!
The driver is not old enough, if he sometimes thinks about the old, he still thinks very ambiguously, no matter how miserable and peaceful, he is always far away from him, not urgent. He is not the kind of person who falls into the old world in one step, he just slowly and calmly spends time with him. Yes, he has passed the peak of his life. There was a little, trembling, calm, rapid breathing, looking open, wandering, unconsciously crossing that point. This point is not prominent, shining, and the wearer may remember it, or it may ignore it. This is called middle age.
After breakfast, I saw that my son had clipped a green cloth school bag, (knowing that his raw books had been read under the oil lamp, rejoicing for him), took the pocket money, jumped down the steps, turned and left, and the driver sat at the table for a while. The weather was so nice. The street was swept away not long ago, and it was extremely clean. There are many shops that have opened doors, and there are still some that have not been opened. This has to be opened one by one. Maybe one family can't open those few rows of doors from now on, but there are not many such things. The stalls selling fritters in the alley have been lively for a while, and then the second time is lively. The baked bread mallets are beaten very energetically, (the hammers were bought from the cartwright's house), and the fritters are filled with golden foam. The wind blew the big cloth of the Ding family's mian line shop to and fro. Mr. Xu, who was working as a secretary in the Public Security Bureau, walked with his head buried, hurriedly nodded to the driver who was ready to nod, and passed. A party worker carried a bucket of pulp and put a sign on the opposite wall. The wearer laughed because there was a post upside down. Just seeing the one that knew there must be, "Long live the Republic of China", his short-mouthed pumpkin-shaped old purple sand pot had been sent out, the tea was brewed, and he was about to start working. Bring the teapot over and place it on a small table between the large and small lathes, and the small ones are connected to the lathes. Sitting on a high stool connected to the lathe, the wearer is also connected to the lathe, which is one. Man is movable to go into his work. Try first, kick the pedal twice, see if the cowhide belt is alive; yingliang, look at the spinning knife, install it, knock it twice; pick up a piece of material, estimate it, and the eyes are thin, so start. The spinning knife cut the wood, making a soft and gentle sound, narrow and long, and the thin wood flowers spat out. ......
The wooden flowers spit out, the iron shaft of the lathe is silent and shiny, smooth and moist, the cowhide belt is pulled back and forth, and the feet of the wearer are up and down. The wooden flower spat out, and the spinning knife obeyed his will, guided by his many years of experience, spiraled into a round ball, spiraled into a bottleneck, swirled a slender waist, and spun out an arc that was difficult to draw, a suspension gall, a croissant bend, a thread, a pestle foot, a scoop-shaped, shovel-shaped hollow groove, a silver ingot yuan treasure shape, a cloud head ruyi shape. ...... Narrow and long light thin wood flowers spit out, such as orchid leaves, such as book with grass, such as new leeks, such as melons, wearing the back of the carmaker hook, the left eyebrow is lower, the right eyebrow is a little picked, the lips are slightly closed, as if always whispering softly. The wood flowers spat out and hung a little on the lathe frame, most of which fell from the square hole, landed on the floor, landed on the feet of the cart wearer. The wooden flowers spit out, swirling, swirling, harmonious, stable, unhurried and unhurried, with the melodious chanting of the spinning knife. ......
The cart driver works two hours in a row in the morning and afternoon. Among them, there are a few slight interruptions, go down to get some materials, turn over the pattern, compare whether the two batches of goods are uniform, and add some oil to the axle. Make a good color, hold it in your hand, look at it in all directions, repair one or two knives, see if it is already ideal, and it is in line with the rules, and it is placed on a narrow board in front of the lathe, one by one. Although he was not in a hurry, he was also very much looking forward to filling up this board. He laughed at his son's writing and always wanted to write a piece of paper in one breath, and he himself did not want people to know that he was a fast hand. At this age, there is also a competitive spirit. It seems that he assigns himself as much work as he gives himself every day, and to do that bit of work well is to be satisfied. To be able to make a few more pieces is very proud. This point of pride can only tell him that women listen, and even want to get two words of praise, a little comfort, ha! Naturally, he could have time to smoke a bag of cigarettes, drink two sips of tea, stretch out; happy, not afraid of embarrassment, and despite humming two old plays of Zhu Maichen Peach Blossom Palace, he allowed himself to watch half a day of foreign rats stepping on the cart and pushing and grinding,—— his foreign rats were more and more, and their homes were also particularly clean and tortuous; teasing the yellow finches in front of the eaves, using all kinds of intimate pottery words. The yellow sparrow sang as hard as it could, fluffing the hairs on its neck, shrugging its shoulders, plucking its feet, and playing with it for half a day, and then pecking at it with its coral mouth and drinking a little water. Wear the car craftsman, but also think that it has learned a bad example from the call tianzi, singing can not be ,—— beginner bird keepers note: all birds and finches can not be hung with the called tianzi, called tianzi is a voice rush and no cultivation training of wild fox Zen singer, oil cavity slippery, chaotic expression! In particular, when the chorus is sung, only its strange throat is heard. While the driver was wearing a dresser, he leaned over his work, and sometimes, suddenly, he stopped, and that was to say something. Or remember when wang Laowu asked for a while when he should meet himself; or his son Shushi was born, he should prepare a little gift to send, this year is exactly fifty; or Liu Changfu entrusted him to mediate something, that end should be given back today; or in the bathhouse heard a secret recipe for rheumatism and pain, he Second Uncle Ma was using it, but one of the six herbs was more unfamiliar, he had to ask; or, oh, old Zhang, died for more than half a year, how did he dream about him last night, it was fine, or like that, and he said a few words. I can't remember a word; Lao Zhang's son ran errands on the Huxi slaughter tax, shouldn't he? This taught him to probably plan where to go in the afternoon, to meet some people, to do something, how to say those words. His hand rested on his left forehead, his eyes narrowed, blinking from time to time. Sometimes even when I can't wait for dinner, I call the woman out loud to discuss. Sometimes, even at once he went in to change his clothes, took a fan and went out, and took care of him before leaving, waiting for him to eat; who would let him wait or come back tomorrow; the people on the boat came to give him the string of things hanging on the doorpost, and the money could be paid or brought with him the next time it was transferred. ...... He was gone, with his shop, his lathe small goodbye.
On weekdays, in the afternoon, the driver often has to go out for a run, and the carmaid's shop is empty. But it doesn't look vain at all, not loose, not lonely, not without a master. Still small, but full. If time is a little longer, everything, the shop, the lathe, the yellow sparrow, the foreign mouse, the grasshopper, the piece of sunlight that sticks in, the dust fluttering in the sun, the objects, the space; the sound of the hammer of the silversmith next door and the sound of the lathe of the lathe are not inextricably linked, and now the silversmith's hammer knocks on the anvil like a rope less; the pedestrians outside the door, and the woman who mends a piece of clothing behind the house, are waiting, waiting for him to return, waiting to turn what is missing into perfection. ----------------- Maybe it's high, a bit like a small stage, so I feel that way. - Nature is not exactly.
We can't name many of the things that the cartier makes, and we don't know what to do. For example, the two-foot-long large sled, the wearer told me that it was used on the grain boat in the lake, because there was no personal verification, so there was no real impression. Maybe later, when I grew up a little, I had the opportunity to float in the rivers and lakes, and I saw it, but because the suspension was so high, and in front of such a big sail, such a big boat, such a big water, and the vast ocean, such a sled car didn't look like anything. Man is also older, no longer full of curiosity, and Pepsi has lost his interest in consternation. But on a galleon, watching the intricate ropes slip and pull among the many trolleys, up and down, is still fascinating to think of the role they play when sailing. I wish I had asked the wearer about the number of various scooters, so that the boat would be mixed up! There are so many scooters, one by one hanging from the beams. Maybe the cart wearer himself didn't see how people used it? But it doesn't matter, there are burnt bread mallets, small sticks of roasted wheat skin, rolling pins, zigzag moving hangers, fly whisks on the nectar shaped handles,...... Everywhere he went, he could see what he had made in his hands used in the hands of men. The old ladies all have a twisted thread, and they rub it in front of the alley porch in the morning and evening, while talking with people about mulberry oil rice and children getting married. Wooden tree is a child's gift, light, throwing a tantrum and falling on the ground without being beaten and scolded, knocking on the sound of the bridge can also think of what it is, wooden fish, more tree, take the fish tree, and what sound you can't think of. But ever since I once heard that the prisoners in the big prison used to eat on wooden sticks, I couldn't help but have a tragic impression of this thing. Naturally, this has nothing to do with the driver, and he should not be responsible. When we saw someone selling a small car for flying kites to wind the line, our eyes were full of envy. We put wine altars, three tails, tiles, and I don't know when we can use such extravagant equipment. Ah, we can't forget the driver.d'. In autumn, he made us gyros and empty clocks. In the summer, make a water gun. In spring, bamboo dragonflies. New Year's paste rabbit lights, we went to buy reels, wearing a carmaker watched a rabbit lamp from the street, in the street with a little ice, in this one by one gong and drum sound, firecrackers smell yellow, shadow sinking paper lamp soft light. But my favorite is to climb the high steps and buy him a "snail bow". Elsewhere, I don't know if there is such a custom, Qingming, smearing willow balls, planting lotus seedlings, and eating snails. The family cooks a pot of spiced snails, and there are also sold on the street. One bowl for each person, sitting on the threshold, pulling out one by one to eat. There is nothing to eat, (naturally it is also very delicious) mainly to beat out the shells with the snail bow one by one. - This is not easy to say, next spring I will make you one. Wear the wheelsmith for sale as a snail bow. We watched him do it, picked the bamboo himself, chose the twine, handed him step by step, the cartwright himself picked a snail in a small blue flower bowl and ate it, the shell was put on the "arrow", very hard (in fact, no force) pulled out, shot out, half a day, listened to the fall in the tile ditch, (the bricklayer sweeps the house, every year to sweep down a number of shells,) and then handed it to us. - His own son's bow was particularly large, powerful, and shot far. The cartier watched his son shoot at the others, narrowed his eyes, half-shook his head, and made no sense.
Why shake your head? Maybe he thought that his son was getting older day by day? Maybe. I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and if the driver is still there, he is quite old. I don't know why I feel that his son will not continue the father's business. The craftsmanship of the carwright may henceforth become a masterpiece, because the world seems to have no need for many things, and there are other things to replace. I'm sure many of you have no way of knowing what's going on in the wheelwright's shop, and you haven't seen it. Or maybe the driver is the last of the wheelwrights. So what did his son do? Maybe you can go to the iron factory and become a trainee. Whether he is like his father, I don't know. I'm sorry, but I told you about such bland and dull trivial things, without ups and downs, without the structure of the cut, without a single one. I'm so sorry. There is really no way, we are like this, a dull, undulating city, a silent city; the city is full of people like the wearer; if that is an activity, it is only such an activity. - Well, not quite, of course, next time we can say something else. I'll think about it.
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