A faded photograph seems to bring me a little nostalgia
The smell of hot noodle soup sold by Grandpa in the alley fills the old backyard
The stray cat slept soundly on the swing as the setting sun shone again as he squinted
The postcard from the same desk lay quietly inside the desk
It's almost over the spring and there are curtains carved with patterns
Narrow long aisles on both sides Of the Old House still raised cooking smoke
Just finished the season of light rain, my parents walked through the old street together again
I can't remember which day of the year, which was a long and very short time
There is no going back to the time that has long passed
The ticket in his hand that faded into obscurity
It becomes a signal of memory
I don't know what I can't forget
You can't see places you can't go
Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness
The smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more reluctant
I don't know what I can't forget, and I can't put down the familiar fragments
Looking back, it's been many years
Looking at the sky through my fingers, I went back to that old street
Leaning against you, drifting away
—— Li Ronghao, "Old Street"
When I was away from home, whenever I heard this song, I couldn't help but think of my childhood in a shop east village, thinking of that old street.
Cycling around this old street reminds me of my childhood bits and pieces: this family around the corner was a small commissary when I was a child, when the living conditions were not as good as now, unlike now there are Huidu supermarkets, Tianyi shopping malls, what we are most looking forward to is to be able to buy a few pieces of white rabbit milk candy in the commissary after school with 500 cents of change, or eat a few spicy strips, play hopscotch, and at that time it was really carefree.
Then I went forward and saw an old wall, this old wall is cracked, if at night, when we were young, we would all take a flashlight, carry a glass bottle, and take a pair of tweezers, the flashlight is a special material, the light that shines out can make the scorpion green, so we take tweezers carefully from the inside of the wall to clip, a large scorpion is put into a glass bottle by us, dozens of scorpions collected and put away, the next day sold to the scorpion collector, maybe can be exchanged for a delicious roast chicken. I happened to see a poplar tree, and in the spring it grew out of the small spikelets that were especially like bugs, and when I was a child, I thought it was really a bug, and I was particularly afraid, and often used it to scare others.
I still remember in an alley, when we were young, there was a widowed old man, who often ran blindly at that time, and the neighbors were more familiar with each other, and when we saw that he was alone and lonely, we gave him a kitten, and when he was a child, the lights were tied to a thread, and when he pulled the light, he used the thread of the double lamp to tie it to the neck of the kitten. I saw that the kitten was so pitiful, so I untied the rope from its neck, but I didn't expect that the next time I went again, the kitten had already run away and disappeared, which made me regret it very much, and I always felt guilty that I let go of the kitten. I'm embarrassed to visit the old man again, but I'm probably not here now.
Turning the corner, this is another road in the east of a shop, this road carries too many memories of me, this one is selling fire, that one is selling cloth, the other is selling old tofu... At that time, after writing homework, this small alley is a good place for us to hide, especially in the evening, when the adults in the house are busy cooking, we small friends are shouting outside: come out to play, or go directly to the house to find, the little friends who are not found hear the noise outside, and they run out on their own. , so we three or five groups of people came out to join in the fun, began to play hide-and-seek, (Xiongxian dialect called "Hidden Horse (má) Tiger"), remember the following small road, it is leading to the levee, if found by the small partner, you can run directly along this road to the levee, and then run back around a big bend, so when I was a child, the knee was always a piece of purple and bleeding, the scab that had just been knotted, I might fall again in two days, I didn't feel pain at that time, but I just felt that everyone was like this, and I really don't say, I think the physical fitness of the children at that time was great. Today's children seem to have lost this fun and can only play with their mobile phones at home.
Further on, I came to one of my grandmother's houses, the neighbors all lived together, this grandmother's family was herding sheep, at that time every time they drove the sheep back, there would always be a lot of sheep dung on the road, and it was smelly, and now their family did not seem to raise sheep, the road was also hardened, and it would not get a foot of mud when it rained, and the road was better.
With the construction of beautiful villages, the streets are getting more and more neat and cleaner, and many places have also made beautiful decorative paintings, which look beautiful, and the memories of childhood may only remain in my mind.