Mortal Diaries
Saturday, February 12, overcast
On the days when I don't go to work, I can't sleep and wake up early. Thinking of climbing the reunion mountain agreed with himself, he got up three times and five times divided by two to wash up, and went out to climb the mountain.
Beacon City is a city with a very slow pace of life, of course, it may also be because of the weekend, coupled with the Spring Festival, the temperature is low, the morning city of Beacon City, there are not many pedestrians on the street, but the streets are particularly clean. From home to the foot of the reunion mountain to the top of the mountain, and then the same way back, about six kilometers, I walked very slowly, almost two hours, anyway, it was a break.
On the way to the foot of the mountain, at the bend of the sand and gravel slope, there are two catalpa trees, more than ten meters high, one of the trunks is divided into a branch, every time I walk here before, I have to take a photo of this tree, I don't know why, maybe it is every year in the spring and March, it will be purple flowers, green leaves.
I always feel that the climate of the Year of the Tiger is a bit abnormal, there have been three snowfalls before and after, and it is said that there will be another one tonight. Celestial signs say that if the handle of the Big Dipper is pointed to the east, it means that the messenger of the east wind is coming to the earth for spring. Although the sun has begun to move from north to south, the ocean vapor mass is gradually forming, and the warmth in the ground is rushing to the surface, but the spring cold is still steep, and the signs of life recovery in the eyes are still working towards wanli spring. Too early, I was the first person to enter the mountain, I kept trying to count the stone steps from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, tried several times, but counted and forgot. Climbing up the stairs, the once finger-sized fir tree has grown for ten years and has long been as thick as a bowl. Looking at the top of the mountain, the fog locks the beacon city. Pine leaves remnant snow, dead wood stone coat. But it still can't hide the astringent spring breeze in the buds of begonias and rose red buds.
The way down the mountain is very difficult to walk, and when you get to the bottom of the mountain, you meet a person who enters the mountain, but on the square at the foot of the mountain, the beautiful aunts have already turned over, which is the anger of the city.
The Weites Cake Shop is at the entrance of the farmer's market, for many years, Wu'er used to visit a lot, and now that she is in college, she rarely goes. I walked through, but went back and bought two, and the waiter introduced that one was called charcoal and the other was called matsutake mushroom, and I didn't care much about the name, it was delicious. The skewer shop on the corner of the traffic road is still there, it is hot and steamy, and it is also neatly arranged, I don't like to eat, but I like to see the hot. Shared bicycles are neatly arranged on the corner of Cross Street, and these two wheels are the days when it soars in the summer.
Shi's king wild mushroom is a local famous dish bar, we packed back to solve the lunch, but do not know what is going on, eat at home is not in the restaurant fragrant, this is the baby his mother said, I think it is the same.
In the afternoon, I walked alone to the village of Yushan, seven or eight kilometers away, where my grandparents' graves were in the cemetery of that village, lighting candles, burning incense, burning paper, setting off firecrackers, kneeling and prostrating my head, and paying homage to their spirits in heaven.
Beacon City in the night, the street lights are on, pedestrians are faint, the most run on the road is a taxi, the previous city is not big, anecdotal said from the south gate to the north gate, a cigarette kung fu can go to the end, I think it is impossible, but also did not light a cigarette test, that is a joke. Now it is much bigger, south in and north out, ten cigarettes can not finish.
People from all walks of life form the masters of this small city, people run for life at different times, in the lights of thousands of homes, in the lights, sometimes E'er Xueliu, sometimes full of laughter, sometimes in a hurry, sometimes silently moving forward. The small facades of small stalls and small shops in the streets and alleys, spicy potato chips, Wuhan duck neck meat, boiled salted peanuts, roasted sweet potatoes, etc., are also the fireworks of the city, with them, the life outside the alleys and alleys has more color.
Tang Yin said: Chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea, generally in other people's homes.
There is nothing wrong with the cold weather in the twilight, and the plum blossoms are seen in the Bamboo Temple.
Mortal life, plum blossoms are flowers, snowflakes are snow, there is no comparison between white and fragrance, but simple and simple.
Sleep and save energy for tomorrow's duty!
Sir Chen at Beacon City Night (00:00 on February 13)
