Wen | Li Xiao
In the earth on earth, there are two places that steam with the fresh breath of the world. One place is the bookstore, which conveys the temperature of the human heart; the other place is the wet market, which smells of food in the smoke and fire.
The writer Wang Zengqi is famous for writing about food, he is an authentic foodie, but also a grounded cook. When he visited the vegetable market, he wrote: When I arrived at a new place, some people love to visit department stores, some people love to visit bookstores, I would rather go to the vegetable market, see raw chickens and live ducks, fresh water melon vegetables, red peppers, lively, crowded, let people feel a kind of fun of life.
In the vegetable market, the trajectory of the sentient beings of a city is loaded, and while stirring up the desire of the tongue, it quietly shows the human weather, and the fireworks in the city are the foundation of life. The market has fresh green vegetables, fragrant melons and fruits, live fresh fish and plump and fat chickens and ducks, and the tempting food stalls in the corners of the market have ordinary names, not even a signboard, steaming, just because of the delicious taste and the cravings in the stomach of the people, they can stand on one side of the food for a long time. In Chengdu, there is a road called Chunxi Road, the vegetable market is covered with many snack stalls, dragon scribblers, zhong shui dumplings, Lai tangyuan, husband and wife lung slices, Dan dan noodles, sweet water surface, shuangliu rabbit head, beef pot helmet, bowl chicken, etc., the aroma of food flowing in the air is addictive, and saliva comes out of the throat.
Similarly, in Chengdu, the capital of food, bookstores are also dotted. Five years ago, Chengdu was awarded the title of "China's Bookstore Capital", and the city contains more than 3,500 bookstores. The trees lined with bookstores twinkling among the tall ginkgo trees on the streets of Chengdu make the warm current of a city sit on people's hearts and let people's souls have a haven of rest.
A wet market in a city can open the taste buds of urban memory. Those who return home in the festival are gathered under the lights, enjoying the stew and steaming of various ingredients on the tip of their tongues and stomachs, and the smell of food is also infiltrated with the body temperature of their loved ones. The bookstore, on the other hand, opens the spiritual core of a city, giving the wandering soul a safe home.
That year I went to Hangzhou and came across a bookstore on the shore of the sparkling West Lake. With the theme of silk books, this bookstore is decorated in a classical and elegant way, like an ink painting slowly opening on the side of the West Lake. I lingered in this bookstore, saw an advertisement that reads "reading is going home", in the fragrance of paper and ink, I stretched out my hand, like the wings of a big bird fluttering against the wall of the book, feeling the fragrance of books instantly penetrating my lungs, making my face clear and my eyes shining. There are still many such bookstores in Hangzhou, and under the impact of the Internet age, they are like the roots and whiskers of a vigorous tree, firmly rooted in the soil of the city. On the night I left Hangzhou, I stood in front of a bookstore, silently bid it farewell, and expressed my sincere respect for this city of Zhong Lingyu Show, whose bookish fragrance became part of my thoughts.
At the Liangnong Vegetable Market in Yuyao, Zhejiang Province, there is a female vegetable vendor named Chen Hui. She has been selling vegetables in the wet market for 17 years, and she likes this place that undertakes the rain and dew of the earth and forecasts the cold and warmth of the world, this warm and kind, well-intentioned and harmonious place, full of vitality. In this wet market full of acquaintances, Chen Hui was called "Ah San". In the vegetable shop of "Ah San", in addition to melons, fruits and vegetables, it also sells all kinds of practical small things in the corner of life: casserole clips, fly beats, toilet brushes, ant medicine, thimbles for making clothes, hammers for beating meat, sickles, fish planers, warm bottle stoppers, nail clippers, chicken knives...
The life in the vegetable market is varied, the real and rough life, so that Chen Hui has written two books in words, one is "The People Who Cross You Will Come For a Long Time" and the other is "The Little Daughter of the World". In addition to the fireworks selling vegetables, through the window of Chen Hui's rented house, the green mountains can be seen faintly, and the sound of trickling streams flowing into the cottage and also flowing to the atrium of her heart. Hundreds of stories of the vegetable market flowed out of her heart, and she used the input of five tastes and miscellaneous tastes to output with unadorned words, recording a wisp of tenderness to make up for the regrets on the old road, recording a little bit of touching, for herself and sentient beings like her to warm up the road ahead. She recorded the dignity and helplessness, humility and preciousness of the life of the nameless in condensed words, and the words in these souls ironed the chicken feathers that were cocked in the trivial and hard days.
In the wet market, "Ah San" earns a dollar a dollar; in the creeping writing of the soul, she writes word by word, constituting a rich and sunny life of a female vegetable vendor. Once, "Ah San" was pulled by the publishing house to the bookstore to sign and sell books, and readers looked at the woman who sold vegetables and saw that she had thick cocoons on her fingers. A small, dusty man who makes a living in a wet market also has his own books in the bookstore, just as thousands of lives have their own sparkling places.
The vegetable market is the coarse cloth cotton jacket of the city, steaming with the cold and warm breath of the world; the bookstore is the splendid silk of the city, laying out the abundant abundance of the human spiritual world. Two garments draped over the city, half bookish and half pyrotechnic, emitting the most pleasant temperatures.