Small Town Story | Small place, acquaintance society

Text | Yu Zhenhong

Tongxiang, small cities, small cities have the benefits of small cities, whether living in the countryside or urban areas, living for a few years, people are more familiar with it, walking on the street, from time to time someone greets: long-term vision, rice eat rice? How many grades does the villain read?

A grassroots, can live into Andy Lau, Lu Han, always give people an illusion, the next time you go out remember to bring a pen, so that anytime and anywhere to give people an autograph, this is the benefit of small cities.

Small places, acquaintance society, want to do bad things, do not dare, for a long time, become a saint, can enter the temple of Confucius, even the mind of doing bad things do not dare to be born, afraid of being seen by acquaintances, do not say that they really did it.

Go out for a haircut, to find a bright shop, you can see clearly inside, the boss is a man; red light stop, green light line; eat supper, should not be shirtless; want to spit on the ground, face to face just an acquaintance, especially a beautiful girlfriend, no way, quickly swallow into the belly, pretend to be civilized. Good people, probably forced out.

Big cities, like a sea of people, "no relatives" is equal to "night black wind high", in my opinion, it is not necessarily a sad word, no one knows, the face is thick, want to do a little bad thing, there is no pressure in the heart, at least, haircuts do not have to go to the bright storefront, so from going to the beach, to Nanyang, to San Francisco Most of the Chinese can go out of the mountains.

I have never had great ambitions, let alone concentration, twisting the wall and grass from east to west, and I dare not live in a big city for a long time, for fear of getting worse. Fengxian Niangniang's grandson, Xiao Tatsumi honest head, saw the woman's face was red, urinary and urinary incontinence, and then read out of the mountains, went to Shanghai for a few years, came back, saw a neat woman, white, add WeChat, sing, eat. Song Hua looked at the breath, but the old man was far away, spitting water at Yi Tu rice.

I still like small cities, spring flowers and autumn moon, grass long warblers flying, four seasons are distinct, the sky is popular, the starry sky is brighter than in the metropolis, open the window to see Tiansaka, the city and the countryside, only one road, read a few local chronicles, you can pretend to be a cultural person, pretend to be very similar, everyone calls me "Teacher Yu", more and more invite me to dinner. I have learned from this experience that respecting culture is to invite more cultural people to dinner.

In my spare time, I go to Tiansakali with my friends, which is called "reading Tongxiang", and there are always unexpected surprises, but I think that Tongxiang is really big. When a person, riding a battery car to look around, riding to where to count where, as long as it does not go out of Tongxiang, there is no electricity, there is always a way to return. Brother Chun Jin said that I am a generation of strange people, I agree, but the word "strange" should be preceded by a "horse".

In small places, acquaintances meet, have dinner, and speak local dialects, and the people of Zhouquan, Gaoqiao, Puyuan, Chongfu, Wuzhen, and Shimen can be divided as soon as they open their mouths. Run to Hangzhou, Shanghai, change the tone: we Hangzhou rope, Ala Haining. Talk as little as you can, and you can pretend to be a metropolitan person. To Guangzhou, to Beijing, if you want to impersonate, it is difficult, but you can pretend to be Japanese, I used to speak Tongxiang dialect in Beijing, people think it is Japanese. I wanted to impersonate An American, but not beautiful enough.

Small cities, eat things or good, do not drink coffee to put petty bourgeoisie, eat tea is to eat tea, afternoon is not called afternoon, called the second half of the day, called the next day, the benefits of small cities, it does not matter what "drink afternoon tea", this name, sounds tall, scary people, but I can not sit still for a minute. Big cities are more tone, small places are life. On the side of the old vegetable market, looking for a shop that makes chicken cake, old-fashioned, the taste of childhood, went to buy for several days. Peach Blossom Riverside, a noodle, twenty years, egg noodles, rib noodles, pork liver noodles, all delicious, pork liver to burn well, it is difficult.

In the morning, eat a bowl of wontons, small cities, wontons are also small, I like to eat small wontons, not to save money, wontons are always small and delicious. Eating noodles, Tongxiang noodles, Tongxiang noodles are a strange kind of noodles, which are very different from the north, thin, dry, but have a strong way, like Tongxiang people. Lamb noodles, Tongxiang specialties, ate a famous, eat more, not as good as pickle meat noodles. Lamb, only people run wine and water to burn out in the open air is delicious, and they can't get tired of eating.

After eating dinner, Phoenix Lake, cool off, watching the scenery, watching the sunset, watching the first moon, the spring breeze is drunk, eager to write a poem, can't write it, send a circle of friends. It is also convenient to go out to visit friends, near walking, far battery cars, buses, even if it is didi, from the east of the city to the west of the city, from the south of the city to the north of the city, but twenty blocks. Forty blocks can be from the city to Wuzhen, from Wuzhen to the urban area. Sixty pieces, you can change a province, Jiangsu.

Small cities will also be stuck in traffic, but tatsumi is not long, unlike large cities, a traffic jam, you feel desperate, crowded buses, difficult to go to the blue sky, not easy, squeezed up, the golden rooster is independent, just crowded around the beautiful woman, is luck, ancestral accumulation.

Small cities, take the bus, there are not many people, it is really a feeling of riding, do not use the word "squeeze", generally have a place to sit, I always want to learn from Lei Feng's good example, give up the seat to the elderly, no chance; want to squeeze around the beautiful woman, that is the standard hooligan. Only once, I got on the bus, there were many people, and a small child stood up and said to me: Grandpa, you sit.

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