Text | Yang Aiwu
Many years ago, when I was a little girl, whenever the school was summer or winter, I would go to Zhoucun to live for a while. At that time, my eldest aunt lived in the Yimian dormitory area, and my second aunt lived in Xiahe. When I lived in my aunt's house, I liked the feeling of big family between my colleagues in the dormitory area, and I liked to listen to my aunt and the aunts next door tell the stories of the Zhang parents and Li family's short; when I lived in the second aunt's house, I liked to visit the department store in front of the second aunt's house, like to walk into the street, and step on the bluestone floor to visit the shops with different styles.
I did not expect that after more than 20 years, in the case of Zhoucun Department Store, I opened a supermarket of 3,000 square meters to Zhoucun as the manager of a supermarket, and opened the precedent of this century-old commercial port supermarket. In five years, the supermarket has developed in full swing, and the name of the supermarket has resounded in every corner of Zhou Village. I travel back and forth between Zhangdian and Zhoucun every day, but I never find time to visit my aunt who is less than a mile apart, and the street hidden deep in my memory.
On that day, my aunt had a birthday, and I went with my mother to Zhou Village to wish her a happy birthday. When I arrived at my aunt's house, before I was seated, I offered to take my daughter to the street and walk the bluestone paved street. The mother and aunt smiled at each other and said, "Go ahead." ”
Walking out of the alley in front of my aunt's house, I saw the east gate of "Silk City Street".
When I arrived at the entrance of "Silk City Street", lest I disturb my sleeping relatives, I grabbed my daughter's arm, slowed down, and then, step by step, step by step, stepped into the depths of the small street. I subtly captured the scenes that came into view, the objects. When I saw the silk shops, tea houses, and photo studios, I vividly remembered that in that silk shop, when I first saw the silky silk of different colors, I liked her. I remember that it was at this silk cloth shop that my cousin had made me a purple silk dress and pants, which highlighted my waist that had just begun to develop; in that photo studio, under the embellishment of a bouquet of fake flowers, I smiled like a flower. I know that this is the street that has been hidden in my memory for more than thirty years.
In fact, the real street can only be seen from the "Silk City Street" to a right-turning intersection. The streets are lined with shops and quaint buildings that feel like they're in a different world. Through the old houses and shops with mottled traces, it is as if you can see the chaotic and chaotic city of the past.
Walking into the street, I patrolled hard: What about the halal bun shop? At that time, my aunt used to buy my grandmother a bun from the shop, which was fragrant but not greasy, wrapped in several layers of raw paper, and I coveted the delicacy of the bun, so that I saw the paper of the bun and had the urge to lick it.
At the intersection of the main street and the silver city, the surrounding low houses and the department store building that I once looked up to were transformed into a large stage, and a few props were displayed on the stage because of the ugliness, which did not affect the enthusiasm of the actors on the stage. As we passed, a man and a woman were singing very actively on the stage on the east side. The sensational singing and funny movements made me smile heartily. After singing the two-person turn, someone else appeared on the stage and sang a five-tone play.
On the stage, the actors sang selflessly, laughing and scolding without pretense, showing their performance skills in one move and one style, and exuding thousands of styles with one smile and one smile. Below the stage, men, women and children stood in a black pressure, some people were watching the hilarity, some people were watching the doorway, and everyone got different inspirations and feelings from the play.
A small stage, interpreting the world's hundreds of things; looking at the glory and decay of the curtain opening and closing, I suddenly realized that the street is actually a big stage, in this big theater stage, generations of people have gone forward, interpreting their own true colors, but also guest starring in their favorite or dislike roles: Oriental businessman Meng Luochuan, his long-established Rui Fengxiang, Qian Xiangyi and other "Xiang" brands in Zhoucun Avenue to start a business, make a trace, and thus go to the whole country, creating the world's earliest chain business model, creating a generation of Confucian business brilliant achievements The famous Shanxi businessman Qiao Zhiyong once operated a large capital market here, and the ticket number museum, which was changed from the original site of the Dade Pass number he set up in Zhoucun, told the story of the past without words; Chen Liuzi, the protagonist of "The Great DyeIng Workshop", once performed the legend of the business world.
Guo Yunlong of the scone, how he had a sudden whim, glued sesame seeds to the hu cake, and since then, the hu cake has become a zhoucun roast cake with a far-reaching fragrance and fame. Li Huaxi, the Qing Dynasty's Shangshu of the Punishment Department, for the development of Zhoucun's business, used his wisdom and scheming to make great contributions to the prosperity of Zhoucun's economy with the inscription "No Tax today" given by the emperor; and the only Wuzhuangyuan king in the history of Zhoucun, Ying Tong, after seeing through the darkness of the official field, resolutely disregarded the emperor's retention, abandoned his armor and returned to the field, and returned to his rich and prosperous hometown to recuperate in heaven...
This stage is not large, but it has performed all the tragedies and tragedies of the world and the historical storms. Between the opening and closing of the curtain, the five thousand years up and down have been tossed and turned into clouds and rain, like weeping, confused, and colorful.
Month by month, history is changing, how many popular figures have gone with the wind and rain, and how many new people have been spawned by wind and rain to complete new missions, so history can continue.
Now, the street is still alive, and the stage is still sound and colorful. We really owe a debt of gratitude to those who have shined on this stage on the street and won the applause for this stage. Thank you to history for leaving us this old street, leaving behind the bluestone slabs and this stage.
The stars are changing, the scenes on the stage are changing, the characters on the stage are changing, and what remains unchanged is people's pursuit of happiness and people's awareness of self-achievement. Just like the protagonists of the wonderful duo are only men and women, there are actually only two people in this world, a man and a woman. These two people on this earth, the two people have been transformed for thousands of years, into a vast history, left for today, but also for the future.
About the author: Yang Aiwu, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in "Zibo Financial and Economics New Daily", "Ten Years of Literary Scene", "Zibo Sound screen newspaper", "Qingdao Morning Post", "Beijing Youth Daily", "China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily", "Shandong Pictorial", "Rural Public" and other newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province, and have won awards at all levels of essays for many times, and the essay collection "Pomegranate Blossom" has been published. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
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