Published by Shanghai Culture Publishing House in December 2021
Dream dissolved window ledge
Author | Ding Xuguang
Thirteen, I climbed up the thatched hut to block the chimney
Lane 1217 and Hou Li are separated by a small lane, and Pingping and I go to HeHou Li, mainly playing with dogs. There are dozens of families living in Hehouli, and the popularity is very strong, and there are many dogs. Every time it was like this, Pingping and I just cats into Andhouli, and we will be discovered by the dogs. As soon as one of the dogs barked, it would attract a series of calls. The sound of dogs barking brought us a burst of pleasure.
In the shape of two "zigzags", there is neither paving of stone slabs nor cement. On both sides of the road were all ugly and ugly earthen houses with oil felt roofs, or low and low burrows. The Burrow is capped with small tiles, and the walls are mottled and damaged! One of the most luxurious paths in Wachori is the Bullet Road, which is lined with the most luxurious row of wooden shacks in Wahori. Since the road is small and basically dirt, it is almost inaccessible to outsiders except the residents who live inside. Out of Wawaori is The Port of Papago. The port of Papago rested on Zhaojiabang Road at one end, and moved south to the Huangpu River. The section from Zhaojiabang Road to Huangpu River is called Longsugou in Rihui Port. Longsugou belongs to the branch of the Papago Harbor River.
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I often bathe this blue and green phoenix in the patio and clean the birdcage. After Pingping raised the birds, we both cleaned the birdcage at the same time. It was also all in the patio of our house.
This pair of blue and green phoenixes, although not a precious variety, are models of love.
One day, I suddenly heard the hissing of the phoenix. Carefully examined, the pair of round and slippery eyes of Lu JiaoFeng Pingsu were drunk, and the feathers were like peacocks opening the screen, all without spirit. I know that if a bird's feathers are fluffy, it's a "return" period that can be counted. I know that birds have the ability to save themselves, and I want to release sick birds, hoping to release a living life.
The next night, the green phoenix was still sick and aggravated. I took the sick phoenix out of the bird cage, and she chirped dumbly. The blue phoenix saw that the companion who was dependent on each other was moved outside the cage, and even flapped its wings and groaned and rushed towards the small door. The sick phoenix, who was already outside the cage, also aimed at the small door and slammed into it. The echo of this sound outside and in the middle makes people think of life and death. I was so the sundeck that I put the sick bird on the drying table. Then, he quickly closed the window on the sundeck.
After a few minutes, the sick lady was gone.
That night, I didn't get a good night's sleep.
Since Pingping and I live in the same lane, my home is number two, and Pingping's house is number four, and we are both similar in age. Therefore, no sooner or later, it is always entangled.
These two, well, are well:" The uncle next door often chanted like this.
When I was in elementary school, Pingping still followed me.
The last row of public aisles in DingJia is important in our lives. Next to the aisle, there is not only a well, but also a small vegetable market. During the day, the stalls of the vegetable market are where housewives pick fat and thin. In the afternoon, it became our table tennis table. Every day after school, we would come to the small vegetable market to occupy the stalls. Pingping and I would put a brick on each side of the cement countertop of the fish stall, and put a bamboo pole in the middle, and start you boarding me. The girls at the soy stall on one side played a game of mahjong cards; on the other side, several boys were busy doing their homework. In the cold winter, the vegetable farm will use straw bales to isolate the stalls to prevent wind and cold. At this point, we will use straw bales and baskets as shelter to play hide-and-seek. We didn't disperse until late afternoon. After a busy day's vegetable market, it returned to calm.
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In the small vegetable market, there is a grass hut. Originally, the grass hut was a place where vegetable farms processed non-staple foods. There is a large iron pot in the grass hut, which is specially used to fry the skin of meat. The smoke from the skin of the fried meat, mixed with the disgusting smell of burnt pork skin, went straight to our noses. The left neighbor went to negotiate, but it was fruitless. One day, I took Pingping with me and asked her to look at the wind for me. I climbed up the thatched hut and blocked the chimney directly. After climbing down, Pingping and I saw the five or six adults who had fled from the grass shed in a panic because of the smoke, and they were happy to lean forward and backward. Strange to say, from then on, the disgusting smell of burnt pork skin could no longer be smelled.