· Generations of Childhood Memories ·
Do you remember that voice?
In the authentic dialect, the voice is rough or hoarse, rhyming and catchy.
The shouting of the city is like the cement in the bricks and tiles of the city, never being noticed but indispensable.
Whenever I hear a familiar and unfamiliar shouting on the street, I can't help but follow the rhythm and say a few words, like going back to a distant childhood.
The originally noisy sound is harmonious in the bustling atmosphere.
Is this a childhood memory of generations?
Early in the morning, outside the window "Jiang Mi... Liqueur "Selling... Oil tea", the sound of shouting like an alarm clock, woke me up on time.
"Selling tahini, small grinding oil, freshly ground ... Buy now! "The one who sells sweet wine and oil tea is gone, and the one who sells small grinding oil is coming."
"Fresh grinding... Buy now! There is a pause of two beats in the middle, and the "grinding" tone is stretched long. I can't tell if I'm buying or selling, it doesn't matter, buying and selling are the same.
The shouting in the streets and alleys and the birdsong outside the window play the morning song of urban life.
There were so many such shouts that even the parrots hanging on the balcony learned a few words, although they were not very clear.
The sound of the city screaming and selling, bringing my thoughts back to the old streets and alleys of the countryside when I was a child——
It is really not easy to get three points and five points
"Sorbet sorbet, one in three pieces." The friends followed behind, and the parrot learned to tongue: "Sorbet sorbet, the more you eat, the more you burn!" The little partner spit out the words indistinctly, "burning" and "ashamed" are not distinguished, and the vagueness reveals the child's sour grape psychology.
In fact, which of the children does not want to eat sorbet on a hot day? It's just that it's not easy to get three or five points from adults.
"Sharpen the scissors, grab the (qiāng) kitchen knife..."
The man who made this shout was an old man, riding a large water pipe bicycle, with a grinding stone in the back, and a bench, whose scissors or kitchen knife were not sharp, and took it out. Let him grind back and forth on that grinding stone.
The old man's technique is very skillful, polishing the rusty scissors or kitchen knife to polish and refresh.
In the spring, another kind of cry came from the streets: "Flower rice peach, two points and three, crisp and sweet." ”
Flower rice peach is a spherical small food made of syrup sticky popcorn balls, varying in size, and vendors put it in baskets or cloth bags and sell it along the street, and the sound of "sweet words" hangs the appetite of children.
The west end of the old street of the village "Boom! A muffled sound alarmed the neighbors of the street, and the familiar and unique "shouting sound" told people: The small du of the collapsed popcorn is coming.
Xiao Du is my cousin in a neighboring village ten miles away.
My cousin had economic acumen, and 50 years ago he bought a very rare popcorn machine at that time, put it on a shelf car with a bellows and a stove, and walked the village and the streets every day.
Tao Li does not speak, and the next is a mystery.
The cousin did not have to shout, choose a good position, put on the popcorn machine, pour the first pot into the corn heating, "boo" a sound, is considered to be sold.
Hearing the explosion, the children took the enamel teapot filled with corn and put it in the bamboo basket to line up.
I, for my part, proudly went to help my cousin pull the bellows, enjoy the warmth of the stove, and taste the popcorn that still has the temperature.
The bellows mouth blows flames, and the popcorn blossoms on the tip of the tongue.
The belly of the popcorn machine known as the "Black Bomb", which swirled in the hot flames, reflected a small red and warm face.
When it was almost time, my cousin glanced at the pressure gauge and motioned for me to stop pulling the bellows, and he shook the handle of the popcorn pot a few more times.
This action conveys the message "It's time to crash.". At this time, everyone is like a bird scattered, and the timid will hide a little farther away, and their eyes are still fixed on their cousin's hands.
Only to see the cousin get up and bow his waist, turn the direction of the pot mouth, aim at the round sack mouth, use both hands and feet, and slam the valve - "boom" a sound, where the green smoke rises, the suffocating corn rushes out of the hot pot, the heart is full of flowers, and the sack is sacked in the mouth.
There is always a small amount of popcorn sprinkled outside the sack, and the children flock to pick up the popcorn scattered on the ground...
Evoke memories of the past and nostalgia
Street shouting should be "shouting advertising".
It is said that there were advertisements in ancient times, and they first appeared in the Warring States period.
According to the "Yi ZhiXia" record, at the time of Yin Zhou, "Japan and China are the city, to the people of the world, to gather the goods of the world, to trade and retreat, and each gets what he wants." ”
This means that if a transaction is to be made, the exchanged goods must be attracted by shouting and shouting.
Qu Yuan has "Shi Wang's wanton ... The description of the drum knife raising the sound" tells the scene of the meat seller Jiang Taigong selling goods... "Chopped with a knife, shouted high."
I think that Jiang Taigong's knife chopped loudly, and no matter how loud the shouting sounded, it was no higher than the explosion of my cousin's popcorn.
A familiar shout will evoke the past and nostalgia in the depths of memory.
"Sell window screens, install window screens, repair pulleys, repair doors and windows can't move", "sell rain, repair roof leaks"... The shouting that accompanies the towering of the city's tall buildings reminds me of the words I heard as a child, "sharpen knives, sharpen scissors", "nail pots to fill leaky pots, repair flashlights with keys".
Previously, "the new three years, the old three years, the seams and patches for another three years", that is because of the lack of money and things.
The streets and alleys are shouting and selling, and they have gradually drifted away
Now is not the past, now people have plenty of money, few people make up for the leakage of the pot to change the bottom of the pot, the pot leak to buy new, stimulate consumption.
In the era of lack of materials, people are easy to satisfy, even if children eat a three-point sorbet, two-point rice peach, a handful of popcorn, the heart also feels beautiful.
Street shouting used to be the expectation and thought of children, and it also provided convenience and hope for many adults.
Nowadays, from the countryside to the city, the shouting sound of electric horns can occasionally be heard.
The streets and alleys that have been echoing for decades have been shouting and selling, and they have gradually drifted away.
It's not just the shouting, but more inconspicuous details that people forget.
How many observations of life do people who are moving faster and faster have? I wish our pace could be a little slower and a little slower. People can hold their hearts, look at the people around them, and taste the small feelings around them...
The distant shouting and selling is the brand of the times, but it will always be burned in my heart.
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