Every time I return to my hometown, I intentionally or unintentionally walk through the old street of The Pavilion River and like this thousand-year-old street. Autumn rain is endless, holding umbrellas alone, once again wandering in the old street, looking for the old street powder wall Dewa horse head wall of the leisurely ancient rhyme, visiting the past of the old street, inquiring about the mouth of Mr. Storyteller in the teahouse, smelling the fragrance of the snow jujube from the snow jujube company, listening to the beautiful melody of the old Zheng family playing cotton on the street, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, let the thoughts wander in the past smoke clouds. However, all the traces of the smoke and dust of the years are like the rain flowing on the street, disappearing without a trace. Under the eaves, the sound of rain "tick-tock" seems to tell the history of the sang. The old street in the hazy smoke and rain has less hustle and bustle and more tranquility.
The breeze and drizzle, surrounded by the scent of rice flowers in the sun, collided with the buildings in the old street. The appearance of the old street has been reborn, and the newly built buildings on both sides of the street are exquisitely decorated and gorgeous. This thousand-year-old street has quietly changed its first appearance, less of the style of the past, making people feel strange and even a little overwhelmed.
Once upon a time, the old street, in my memory, the old street has the east of the river west, nestled in the clear pavilion river, a long stone bridge, connecting the two banks, the middle of the stone bridge was crushed by a wheelbarrow a ditch, is the rut left by the years. The layout of the old street is like a bend of bows and arrows, the old street of Hedong is shaped like a bow, up to two miles; the old street of Hexi is like an arrow, long Yorish; a road is just right with a bowstring, and the sharp arrows are led along the direction of the ancient post road. Such a wonderful layout is said to be the masterpiece of a certain ancient feng shui master, and the meaning of this is unknown to laymen such as me. The narrow streets, lined with mottled Huipai houses, show a light and gentle quaintness. Some of the houses are wooden attics, and the intricately carved doors and windows on the attic frontage, I think of "Water Margin", Pan Jinlian has a love pulse, and looks at the scene where the Ximen official disappears into view. On a clear day, the women leaned out of the window and dried their clothes on the penny under the eaves, colorful clothes, quite like the fluttering flag of ten thousand flags. The street is almost always a store, with front shops and merchants, and people living in the back courtyard, and thick wooden door panels are neatly stacked in the corners of the walls. The bluestone streets, polished by the years, are smooth and shiny, showing the prosperity that was once bustling with people and rivers.
In the early morning, the sound of "clanging" iron was heard from the blacksmith shops in the lower street, shattering the tranquility of the old street. The old street woke up very early, the sky was bright, and the door of the store was pulled open in the sound of "squeak-squeak". Standing at the door, stalls on the street, going to school and work, selling vegetables and buying vegetables, washing clothes and washing vegetables by the river, carrying water, rushing to the scene... Together, they played the Symphony of Life of a New Day, a cheerful and bright tune, and the green smoke rising from the sky, which filled the sky over the old street and reverberated for a long time.
A man named Wang Xilou (pronounced) named Hanako wandered the old streets, rain or shine, every day, every year. Carrying a large bamboo basket in his hand, with dishes and umbrellas in it, he is constantly equipped; an old dress is clean and tidy, and his appearance is not trimmed, which is his solidified appearance; a person with a sense of time, planning the time of wandering like commuting to work, is his persistence; a person who eats to you, but he looks up to you, he is different; a person who talks to himself and talks endlessly, but never talks to others for half a sentence, is his mental abnormality. It is said that he was a university professor who was rich in five cars and only eight buckets, and he was stimulated by the turmoil for a decade and became what he is now. If he stood in front of a certain shop, shook his head and scratched his head at the fiery red couplet, it must be the opposite of the couplet. Wang Xilou and Lao Jie eventually became a piece of the past.
The most prosperous day of the old street is when the spring breeze of reform and opening up blows green here. At that time, the common people had surplus grain in their hands, business and shops sprung up, all walks of life crowded in the old streets, there were shops selling daily necessities, clothing, shoes and hats, weddings, funerals, hardware, paint, porcelain, snacks and books, as well as haircuts, photographs, tailors, hammers and white iron, clock repairers, flowermakers, shoe repairers, carpenters, blacksmiths, smiths and craftsmen, and there were countless workshops opened by craftsmen. People often say: "There is only one in the world that cannot be sold, and there is nothing that the Pavilion River cannot buy", which is of course a bit exaggerated. Although the shopkeepers are small businesses, they are also conscientious. Every time you walk down the street, just glance at the shop with a side face, and the owner immediately asks you what you need. And I am young and good-looking, I don't buy anything, I can't stand the enthusiasm and persistence of the shopkeeper, and I often buy something that doesn't fit. There are also many tourists on the street who pick up burdens and sell along the street, such as those who sell firewood, sell fruits and vegetables, grind scissors to pick up kitchen knives, and the long roar is a unique scenery of the old street.
All year round, the old street is the most lively when the New Year, rubbing shoulders to buy New Year goods, so that this street is even more crowded, you come and go, surging crowds, let the people who pass through this street, cry bitterly. Of course, the old street also has quiet days, that is the busy season of farming, the people in the countryside are busy with agricultural affairs, the streets are full of sparrows, the shopkeepers are also rare to be idle, move a chair to sit at the door of the store to watch the business, sniff a few melon seeds and peanuts, taste a pot of tea; pull up the acquaintances who pass by to rest their feet, pack a bag of yellow smoke, you smoke me, and then talk about the south sea in the north of the sky; or lie on the bamboo recliner in the shop to rest, everything is so safe and self-satisfied.
"Bean paste—selling bean paste—" This familiar tone, needless to say, is the underground street under the skin selling beans along the street. At this point in time, it is already the time when the sun sets and every household begins to raise the fire to cook. At this time, the old street gradually quieted down, the bluestone alleys, winding paths, towering horse head wall to meet the sunset afterglow, a quaint atmosphere. The gentle white clouds, wisps of light, majestic green mountains, and the houses of the old street are reflected in the clear and mirror-like pavilion river, reflecting each other. "Green mountains and green waters are unintentional, and black tiles and white walls have no feelings." A thousand-year-old street, picturesque.
The development of the times has gradually faded the charm of the old street, and I once lived in this poetic place, and now, I can no longer find the appearance of the old street. The old street has become a spiritual belief, a book written in the passage of time, and the intersection of light and shadow is a chapter dappled by time. In the memory, it is difficult to forget, or the old street of Pavilion River surrounded by dreams.
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【About the Author】
Duan Peiming male, has reached the age of knowing his destiny, a native of Susong, Anhui. Since the beginning of last year, I have used my spare time to chase my childhood dreams and read and write articles. He is currently a member of the "Chinese Dictionary".
