Chapter 19 Three hot and cool world

day and night in china At the turn of autumn and winter last year, I went grocery shopping every day.On two occasions when I came back from grocery shopping, I actually wrote a poem, which surprised me and made me very happy.Once, I saw the fallen leaves of the sycamore on the road, falling very slowly, and the posture was strangely calm.I stopped to look at it, but I couldn't wait for it to reach the ground, so I walked forward again, so as not to stand there like a daze.Walked around and looked back to see what happened.Then I wrote this- fallen leaves love The large yellow leaves fall downward;

Slowly it passes the wind, Through the pale blue sky, Through the sword light of heaven, The dusty dream of a yellow-gray building. Come down halfway, It can be seen that it is going to kiss its shadow. its shadow on the ground, Come on, come on, come on, It seems to be floating diagonally. The leaves are as slow as possible, Pretending to be middle-aged indifference, However, once there, golden burnt palm Be careful covered with a little black shadow, Like catching crickets— "Well, here it is!" On the cement floor in the autumn sun, sleep together quietly, It and its love.

Once I went to the small vegetable market, it was already winter.The sun was shining brightly, but there was a damp smell in the air, like clothes hanging in rows on bamboo poles.Two children swaying on the ground, wearing padded gowns of similar design and color, one looks like chopped pickles, the other looks like pickles, and each of them has dark oil stains on their chests since they were small, like Guan Gong's collar. Beard kit.There was another child in his arms, wearing a pink fake serge padded gown, that precious color was really made with both hands amidst the accumulated black and greasy filth all winter, it was heartbreaking to see, and even if it was dirty, it would still be mud lotus flower.As for the blue color of the blue cloth, it is China's "national color".However, most of the blue shirts worn by ordinary people on the street have been patched, with different depths, as if washed out by rain, and the green is eye-catching.Our China was originally a country of patches, and even the sky was patched by Nuwa.

An orange seller rested his load on the side of the road, folded his arms and looked at the scenery, his big eyes on his flat round face were black and white.But, suddenly——I had already walked in front of him, and suddenly he raised his face, opened his huge mouth, and sang to the sky: "Buy two for a hundred yang! Buy two for a hundred yang! Guys! Ji! One hundred foreign sluts and sluts!" I often heard this song upstairs, but I was still shocked, and I couldn't believe it came out of his mouth, because the sound was so loud, and the previous one For a second, he was still watching everything quietly there.Now he is raising his head, his face is like a full moon, he is grinning and yelling with his mouth open, exactly like S

The Chinese in APAJOU comics.The Chinese people drawn by foreigners are always happy, cunning and cute, making people happy to cheat him for two dollars.It was sad to think of that cheerful air. There was a Taoist priest walking along the street for alms, wearing a yellow-yellow black sermon robe, and a small gray bun on the top of his head, which looked like two modern women's buns stacked together.The thin eyes and hair on the yellow face were pulled up at the same time, which is also the face of a hard-working woman.I can't tell how old he is, but because of lack of nutrition, he is tall and thin, and he will always look like he is seventeen or eighteen years old and draws a long sliver.He held a bamboo tube slantly, and knocked "Tuo-tuo--", which was also a kind of pendulum, but it calculated another kind of time, like the setting sun inch by inch in an ancient temple on a barren mountain.Like space, time also has its valuable locations and large areas of desolation.Don't say "money is hard to buy", how many people want to sell their lives for a bite of bitter food, but no one wants it. (Even the next life is willing to sell—that is the future of future generations.) The Taoist priests now bring their worthless excess time to this high-speed metropolis.There are many colorful billboards, shops, and car horns beeping around; he is the person who dreamed yellow beams in ancient legends, but he only woke up after sleeping, and did not have such a dream—more at a loss. ... The Taoist priest went to a hardware store and fell down and bowed down. Of course, there was no money for him, so he kowtowed blankly like no one else.After getting up, knocking "Tuo-Tuo--", transitioned to the door of the cigarette paper shop next door, and then "kneeled down on the ground in the dust", with one head crooked, and the movement was a black silt flow, Like a black chrysanthemum slowly blooming.Looking at him, it seems that the dust in this world is really accumulating deeper and deeper. Not only is he discouraged, but everything will be crushed and turned into ashes as soon as he is pinched.I felt very shocked, and thinking about it again, I kept following him like this, or he was about to come to donate money to me-and then walked away in two steps.

A maid who came back from the vegetable market had a ball of silver vermicelli in the vegetable basket, like the bun of an old woman with unkempt hair.Another woman was holding a vermilion lacquer plate with great satisfaction. Inside stood a pile of birthday noodles, which were skillfully folded and hung in layers; The red thread tied on the girl's head tied the root.His pale beige hair hangs down, each stem as thick as a small snake. Another little girl walked by carrying a covered pot. A strip of blue cloth was threaded through the two trippers on both sides of the pot, making it easy to carry.A very wide two-blue cloth belt, looks a little dirty, but I feel that this pot is closely related to her, "Hearts connect hands, hands connect hearts."

The hands of the apprentice in the butcher shop were already very big from the cold, and when he chopped the meat with a knife, it looked like he was chopping red and swollen fingers there.A woman came outside the counter, she must be a prostitute in old age, but now she is a madam, or a aunt who is doing business in partnership.Her hair was still permed fluffy and fluffed behind her ears, and there were traces of good eyebrows on her face, and now there were no scars or numbness.Her mouth was inlaid with gold teeth, and the cuffs of the black silk leather gown were rolled up. Because of the oldness, the sheepskin on the cuffs was covered with glue like white crab chrysanthemums.She wanted to buy half a catty of meat, and the apprentice was busy shredding his meat, so I don't know if he didn't hear or didn't answer.An uncertain smile appeared on her face, and she stood outside the door for a while, raised her hands, showing the sheepskin on her cuffs, two gold rings on her fingers, and mottled red kodan on her nails.

The proprietress of the butcher shop sat at the Eight Immortals table and told a relative from the countryside about my sister-in-law's bad deeds.She kept her hands in her pockets, and the too tight cotton gown and blue cloth burqa tied her up like a five-handed knot; she struggled, her head stretched forward, and her ephedra eyes stared, but she was still an unknown in the local news. A "slightly handsome" young woman. "Oh! Agoge is Yi! In Agoge's house is in Yiwuli—it used to be the end of Ge Neng's talk, but what is it now?" Her tone was neither accusation nor accusation, and there was no such relative in her eyes, It's just that the hatred is as deep as the sea; as if a sea has opened up in front of her, there is such a vast and hopeless look in her eyes.Time and time again she raised her throat and yelled, as if spitting into the sea, knowing it was useless.The relative held a pipe in his mouth, wore bunts, and had one foot on the long bench; he also advised her in the same way: "Don't gossip about Yibo..." But she still hated it immediately: "Oh Elder Brother Nong hoarded two pieces of meat, and Nong also took it to sell it!" She raised her chin and pointed to the wall; there were a few nails nailed to the high part of the wall, and now only a blue cloth apron was hanging there.

Passing by a storefront, Shenqu was sung on the radio, and it was the same family gossip that came and went with affection and reason.First a woman spoke there, and then a man sang this line in a high pitched and fluent interface: "I think I will grow older when I get older, and my life will return to Yin. Who will I hold my head and send me off?" I really like listening, my ears are like ducks in water, The music is swimming vividly.The street turned a corner and suddenly became deserted.There is a red wall facing you, and the red bricks are painted with four blue circles and white characters the size of 栳栳, which is a small school.There are many depressed white trees growing tall on the campus; the white sky behind it reflects the light green of the swaying trunks.Shenqu was still singing there, but the words could no longer be heard clearly.I remembered the opening line I saw in a songbook: "The first drum in Qiaolou set the world... the faint sound of the second drum in Qiaolou... the third drum in Qiaolou is even more desolate..." The first sentence has a strong tone, and I like the magnificent scene very much. In the China that has been passed down from the Han to Tang Dynasties, the lights of thousands of families gradually quieted down amidst the sound of drums.

I took a mesh bag with bottles and cans in it. The tofu and sweet noodle sauce in the two foreign porcelain tureen bowls could not make it tip over, and a large yellow sprout had to be turned sideways so that it wouldn't crush the underside. The egg, holding and holding it, is very difficult.Although the winter sun is weak, it is noon, and I have walked a lot, and I have been in the sun for a long time. The sun is like a wasp buzzing around my head, making people sweat itchy.I am so happy that I am walking under the Chinese sun.I also like to feel that the hands and feet are young and powerful.And it's all connected together, somehow.When I am happy, the sound of the radio, the color of the street, it seems that I have a part; even if the sadness settles down, it is the silt of China.After all, it's China.When I came home, I piled up the vegetables in the kitchen before I had time, and sat down at the desk.I've never written anything so fast before, so it's frightening.After the modification, it becomes like this:——

day and night in china My way is in my own country. The chaos is our own; Patched and patched, connected and connected, the people of Caiyun patched. my people, My youth, I am so happy to bask in the sun to buy three meals a day that are heavy and burdensome. At the beginning of Qiaolou, the drum set the world; peace of mind, The noisy and annoying voices sank. sink to the bottom. ... China, after all.