In the 21st year of the Republic of China, it has arrived in the blink of an eye.In these twenty-one years, how many things have happened, some of which are the most painful, shameful, and helpless!But this year, looking at China itself, there may not be any good solutions.People with a little bit of blood feel an indescribable depression.If you want to get rid of this kind of depression, you have to find your enemies and fight to the death regardless of life or death.The second way is to hold the purpose of being happy and happy, find some entertainment, anesthetize yourself, and forget about this depression.Ordinarily speaking, the first method is naturally correct, but nine out of ten people who break the depression try the second method.God seems to understand this very well. In March, it will send the brilliant spring to the world, let everyone be intoxicated in the spring, let you forget the shame, the motherland, and the nation.

I am a sojourner in Peking, and this impression was given to me by the spring of Peking.This is mid-April, and the road trees all over the street are sprouting tender green buds, telling pedestrians that spring is coming.If you walk along the East-West Chang'an Avenue and go straight to the center, you will see a red patch on the ground on the left, which is the elm plum, and a yellow patch on the right, which is the winter jasmine.Dotted with dotted leaves, it's really like a brocade pavement.In addition, under the high-rise buildings with green and bright yellow tiles, there are double towering jade towers surrounded by red walls. Even painters can't draw such a great and beautiful scene.On the square to the west is the gate of Central Park. Red men and dolls, laughing and joking, enter like flowing water.The spring scenery in the garden is naturally unstoppable, and there is a faint fragrance that floats from the sky. It is the lilac flowers blooming in the garden like piles of snow, exuding fragrance.All kinds of cars parked outside the door were crowded one by one, occupying more than a dozen acres of land. The drivers, under the patronage of their masters, were also sitting on the footboards, watching the spring scenery in the flower gardens by the roadside.In the shade of green trees, vendors of tea, deep-fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, soybean juice, and all kinds of peddlers with large loads of carts, and even the carters, gathered together to eat and drink.Only the noise of people was heard, and there was a lot of commotion. How could this be like the situation in a country with natural disasters, man-made disasters, internal and external troubles?Spring really anesthetizes people!However, this is just a corner of Beiping City.In another place, some people shouted helplessly against this spring.This is inside Xuanwu Gate, in a remote alley.Most of the houses on both sides are narrow gatehouses; there are two larger gatehouses, most of which are dilapidated.There was a small gong sounding far away in the alley, which was knocked by the sugar maker from the next alley, and it broke the lonely atmosphere.There are no figures in the alley, but a bunch of lilac flowers protruding from the east side of the low white powder wall, holding clusters of auspicious snow among the tender green leaves.In the west corner, a clump of willow sticks out, shaken by the slight east wind, as if nodding to the lilac flowers opposite, as if to say, we meet again in the alley.

Under the willow tree, there is a guild hall. The courtyard is not small, but it has been in disrepair for a long time.In the Qing Dynasty, literati from all over the country had to come to Beijing for a test. In order to avoid the burden of travel expenses for scholars, local people built one to two or three guild halls to accommodate literati and low-ranking officials who stayed in Beijing.After the reform, students replaced the old husband, and those looking for errands replaced the alternate officials, and people from various places still lived in the halls.In the past ten years, the city of Peiping has become poorer and poorer, and the image of the tourists living in the hotel has changed. Now they propose a person as a representative.This man, surnamed Hong Mingshiyi, had graduated from middle school, but failed to go to Peking to study and find a job, so he lived in the guild hall and waited for an opportunity.The room he lives in is not narrow, but there are few utensils. There are two narrow benches and three thin boards supported. That is the bed. On the bed is an army blanket. There are several thick threads and cracks, and the bottom is exposed all around. The straw for the mat comes.There was nothing on the blanket, just a thin blue quilt with a few new ones the size of a plate in the middle, which turned out to be large patches.There is a square table by the window, with newspapers spread on it, a pair of pens and inkstones, and a pile of ten or twenty broken books.Apart from the two small square stools beside the table, there are no other wooden utensils.In the corner of the wall, there is an old rattan basket with some bottles, pots and dishes in it.Such a void in the room makes the room feel bigger.Hong Shiyi was sitting at the table, holding a torn book with the cover removed, and humming "No Flowers and No Wine to Pass the Qingming Festival", but when he hummed this poem, he had already spent a lot of time on this poem, I'm a little thirsty now.There is also an old teapot on the table, but the spout is broken, so it is not easy to make tea.Because I have no money to buy tea, I just fill a pot of boiled water every morning.The boiled water is left to noon in the morning, and of course it will be cold.He took the teacup with two cracks and wanted to pour a cup, but he only lifted the handle, and the spout beeped a few times, but no water dripped out.Looking at the sun outside the window, it was in the middle of the day, and a black and white line was drawn between the shadow of the house under the steps and the sunlight, which further showed that the weather was very clear.

On this day, the daytime is long, and I hear the clock of the neighbor next door beating twice, it is clearly still noon, if it is dark after seven o'clock, there are still five or six hours, sitting in the room, how will it pass ?The "Ganjia Poetry" in my hand has been read at least three thousand times, and I can almost recite it backwards. I can read it without holding a book in my hand, so why hold a book?So he left the house and went for a walk in the yard, but he heard the sound of cleaning teeth in the east wing.This is what Huang Yuting did in that room. He used to work as a court clerk in the county court. Now he has been idle in the Beiping Guild Hall for more than three years, except for writing letters and borrowing money from people he knows a few times. Apart from looking for trouble, it is to count the number of teeth in the room.At this time, I was probably bored, and I was looking for a way out from the thirty-two dental cards.

In the west wing, there are three doors in a row.They are all locked upside down. This is a class of students who live there, and they may have already gone to class.However, in the room above this, there was also the sound of playing mahjong. When I walked over to look, it was the three students who were asking for money with the owner of this room.Hong Shiyi stretched his head outside the door, the master stood up and smiled and said, "Are you going to play four more rounds?" Hong Shiyi said: "Mr. Liu gave me three cold steamed buns in the morning. I'm full. How can I have money to play cards?" Said: "Who has the money to play cards? We play fifty coppers a bottom, and we also take credit. It's a long day, nothing to do, very boring."

Shi Yi smiled and walked back to the room.The person who lived opposite the door was Mr. Liu who gave steamed buns to Shi Yi. He also lived free for more than a year, but he still had a lot of friends, and he could often get a little help. It was really helpless, and he could find a piece of clothes Come on.He has nowhere to go now, and he really wants to be a doctor. He collected many medical books at the second-hand book stall and read them back.At this time, he took a copy of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and was lying on a broken rattan chair humming, probably to show that he was studying quietly. He found a piece of Buddhist incense and stuck it obliquely in the eyehole of the inkstone. In the quiet room, it added some calmness.When Shi Yi walked to the door of his house, he felt that he was a person with something to do, and he didn't want to disturb him, so he retreated to his room.However, as soon as he sat down and looked at the Jingjing Baitian outside the room, he became worried.On such a fine sunny day, if you don’t find something to do, you just sit in the room and kill the time. It was like this yesterday, and it’s like this today, and it’s going to be like this tomorrow. How can this be?Breakfast and lunch, I finally managed to get by with those three steamed buns, where did the evening meal come from?But it is unknowable.Sitting bored at home, you can't make any sense. It's better to go for a walk on the street, maybe you can find a way out.

Thinking so, he knocked the door behind him, walked out of the clubhouse, and walked wherever he wanted.I didn't have any destination in my heart, I just walked forward, and before I knew it, I arrived at the busiest Qianmen Street.Looking at the shops on both sides, various merchants are doing business, and on the roadside stalls, besides the goods, there are also many steel and copper tickets piled up. I thought to myself, in the huge city of Beiping, everyone has a way to make money Why can't I find a way to make ends meet?Looking at the people who ride cars and rickshaws on the road, they all seem to be very busy, needless to say.Those who walk on the sidewalk, those who come keep coming, those who go keep going, everyone must do something and go out, they must not be like me walking on the street, they can go anywhere, in fact, they don’t have to go where to go.Along the way, I lowered my head and thought, and suddenly saw a piece of snow-white Yuanyang money under the telephone pole. I was overjoyed and bent down to pick it up.However, when he picked it up in his hand, he realized the mistake. It turned out to be the tin foil cover on the candy bottle.Fortunately, no one has seen it yet, so they put the tin cover under the lapel and let it leak to the ground.So he had a second thought in succession, with all these personal interactions on the street, wouldn't anyone lose their wallets and foreign money?People who walk don't pay much attention to the ground. Although someone has lost something on the ground, it is not easy to find it.I'll keep an eye out as I walk along the way. If someone loses a wallet and asks me to pick it up, I don't want to spend too much. As long as I have ten or eight yuan, I can use it to start a small business. Everything can be solved.Thinking of this, I was overjoyed, and immediately paid attention to the ground.It is expected that the busier the street, the more chances of others losing their wallets, so just walk on the bustling road.But after a few streets, no one ever lost their wallets.I feel a little regretful, how can there be such a coincidence in the world?When I was about to pick up my wallet, someone dropped it.This is something that can be met but not sought after, why should I be so stupid?

I probably walked a lot today, and my legs are already sore, so I'd better go back and have dinner.So listlessly, I walked home step by step.His gaze was fixed on the glass window of a pastry shop, where a large square of light yellow egg cake was placed on a large glass plate, with buttercream, rose sugar and raisins piled up in beautiful patterns: If dinner... I didn't pay attention under the legs, but let something hard touch it.When I looked back, there was a heavy mule cart parked at the door of a bank, and several middle-aged men were carrying long round paper bags and stuffing them into the hood of the cart.Needless to say, this is the transfer of foreign money in the bank.There is probably a lot of foreign money for this car, why should I have more?As long as I take one letter, it doesn’t matter if I’m going home for money, or the capital of a small business... The strong man carrying foreign money saw that this man had unkempt hair and was wearing a long gray cloth gown with many black spots. With two shoulders on his shoulders, he stared blankly at the car, then stared at him.How dare Shi Yi wait for him to shout out?Turn around and leave quickly.Walking back to the guild hall in one breath, the sun had already set, and the courtyard was getting dark.A bearer of kerosene rested in the middle of the yard, and said with a wry smile to Shi Yi: "Mr. Hong, you today..." Shi Yi said: "Don't ask, I didn't eat lunch today, how can I pay the debt?" , opened the door, took out a small kerosene lamp on the window sill, and said to him: "Today, you will hit three more big boys. If you have money in one day, pay off your debt." If you don’t pay me, I won’t give you the kerosene on credit.” Shi Yi said, “Do you want money or not?” The kerosene dealer said, “Mr. Hong, we are a small business, can we bear such a drag? I have said it many times, I want you to pay back the money, I always give you credit, I don’t want to get more and more credit, the more you don’t pay back, what should I do? My father!” There are still a few people in the yard Everyone who bought kerosene laughed.Some said: "You can give him three big coins on credit. If you don't give him credit, he will hang you eighty-nine times. If you don't pay it back, don't you think it's a small loss?" The kerosene seller frowned and looked at him. Hong Shiyi said: "Yes! I'll take three more coins to pay for my debt." Shi Yi shrank his hand holding the lamp into his arms, shook his head and said, "You don't need credit anymore, I'll go to bed when it's dark, You don’t need to light the lamp, so I don’t owe you three more coins.” The kerosene dealer said, “You mean to rely on me.” Everyone laughed again.Shi Yi was not afraid of being laughed at, but felt that he was too sorry for the kerosene dealer, so he took the lamp and went back to his room.

It was getting dark gradually, so dark that he couldn't see everything, Shi Yi just lay on the bed, he could hear people from the same guild hall eating in the room one after another, making the sound of chopsticks and bowls clinking.Someone shouted in the yard: "Old Hong! Are you not at home? Why didn't you light the lamp?" This was the voice of student Tang Youmei.Shi Yi sighed and said: "The kerosene credit is no longer available." Tang Youmei said: "Then, have you had dinner?" He gently agreed with the word "No".Tang Youmei said: "I don't know, if I had known, I would have let you eat together. I still have a bowl of rice left, I'm afraid it's not enough." Hong Shiyi lay down in the room without making a sound.Tang Youmei said: "It's not enough, ask others if they have more?" Shi Yi heard him say this, and he clearly invited him sincerely, so he jumped out of the room and asked, "Is there any pimples left? Boil it in some water. That's two big bowls." Tang Youmei said: "Yes, even the rice with pimples boiled in water will be enough for you to eat." Hong Shiyi walked from his dark room to the light and asked Tang Youmei She cupped her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If it weren't for your leftovers, tonight, no matter what, I would have no time to think of a way, so I would have to go hungry." Tang Youmei felt a little embarrassed after receiving this burst of gratitude. Under the table, I took out the small iron pot with the broken lid.Even the rice and pot were handed over to him, and he took the pot to the kitchen.Take off the lid of the pot, and when you look at it, there is only the bottom of the pot, and more than half of the rice is burnt.There is a bowl filled with half a bowl of old spinach. Pour the vegetables into the rice, add a ladle of cold water, put them on the coal stove and boil them, stir the vegetables and rice with an iron spoon, and put them in the shared food cupboard. After searching again, I found half of the broken salt pot, and there was still some salt residue. I scooped a ladle of rice soup in the pot, poured it into the pot, rinsed it a few times, and poured it back into the pot.About half an hour later, the water vapor coming out of the pot smelled very pleasant, and my stomach couldn't help it. I filled a bowl of water and rice, and started to eat it facing the stove.Although the food tasted a bit bitter due to burning and hunger, he swallowed it without letting him stay in his mouth.The meal was hot, and so was the kitchen. Standing and eating the small pot of rice in one sitting, I was sweating profusely.He put down the bowl, sighed and said, "It's been another day." Then he went back to bed.However, waking up early the next morning added to his unhappiness. He only heard Tang Youmei say to the people living with him: "Old Hong is terrible, if I didn't leave some leftovers for him to eat last night, he would be hungry all night. What a shame!" It’s too bitter.” Another person said: “It’s so hard, why still live in Beiping? Isn’t it good to go home early to eat old rice? Living in Beiping is nothing more than a burden to the fellow countrymen.” Shi Yi felt that eating others The leftovers of the bowl are not immune to these gossips from others. From now on, I will never look for my fellow countrymen again.Lying on the bed and thinking for a while, he hammered out of the bed several times with his hands, jumped up and said, "Okay! From today onwards, I will find a way out."

After getting up, I went to the kitchen to scoop up a basin of cold water to wash my face, put my hands behind my back, and paced back and forth in the yard.I thought to myself, go outside to find a way, what way to find?Unless it's picking up wallets all over the street.But picking up wallets all over the street failed yesterday. How can there be such a coincidence?I was lost in thought here, but I heard someone read in the south room: At about four o'clock yesterday afternoon, there was Liu Shangyi, who was walking on Xianyukou Road outside the front door, and found a wallet, which contained fifty yuan banknotes and ten cents. , a money order of 300 yuan, and several business cards.Liu Zheng was about to report to the police, when an old man came crying with his head in his arms, and when he asked about it, he lost his wallet.When asked what was in the wallet, the old man answered the same as what was in the wallet.Liu immediately went to the police area with the old man and handed over the items.The old man left the money order and gave Liu fifty yuan in banknotes, but Liu refused to accept it.This is really a gentleman who picks up money without hesitation.

Hong Shiyi heard it clearly, so he asked: "Old Huang, what are you reading?" The people in the room said: "It's very boring. There is an old newspaper on the wall, and I read it to waste time. How can we read such a good thing?" Why can't we meet?" Shi Yi didn't answer, but he just thought in his heart, so it seems that it is not absolutely impossible to pick up wallets on the road, and today I will go to the street to bump into them again.Let's talk about fifty yuan, even if I pick up five yuan, I will solve my life problems this month.From this point of view, he still took advantage of the convenience of this opportunity, and he didn't hesitate any longer, and kept eating fresh fish.It seemed that there was a wallet on the avenue of Xianyukou, waiting for him there.When we got to Xianyukou, we saw the heavy traffic of passers-by, shoulder to shoulder, all scrambling to come, scrambling to go, why did anyone drop their wallets?He stood on the sidewalk at the intersection for a long time, and then walked under the eaves of the shop.Unknowingly, I walked through a side street of Wuli Road and walked straight to Chongwenmen Street. Have I ever seen a wallet dropped by someone on the road?I thought to myself, Tianqiao is a civilian club, and probably many civilians have opportunities to find jobs, so I walked to Tianqiao around a big bend.But although there are many civilians in Tianqiao, there is absolutely no chance to eat, play, and do business.I passed by various stalls, all walking far away.There is a small restaurant with a big pot at the door, boiled more than a hundred fried poached eggs, stewed in soy sauce, and the fragrance is boiling everywhere. There is a rattan dustpan beside the pot, and there are many white snow steamed buns with the mouth of a bowl.A fat shopkeeper shoveled poached eggs with a shovel and turned them over in the pot. He sang, "Eat it! Big eggs, five big eggs, how cheap!" While talking, he looked at Hong Shiyi, as if Are you not coming to eat?Shi Yi swallowed a mouthful of spit, turned around and left.And at this time, I saw two patrolmen, who tied a rope to a man in a black gown, came towards him, and cursed: "You have been wandering around the overpass for three days, what are you doing here?" Yi thought, he was obviously a person with the same fate, and he didn't dare to stay on the bridge for a long time, so he lowered his head and walked away quickly. He came out in the morning, had no food or drink, and had walked a long way, so he was very tired.Walking listlessly, a sound of gongs and drums came to his ears, and he arrived in front of a theater.He suddenly had a new idea, and it came to him. People in the entertainment field always loose money. Although they will not lose their wallets, it is absolutely inevitable that they will drop a few coins to the ground.Then, I went inside and pretended to be looking for someone, and picked up a few copper coins by the way, and I could also buy a cold steamed bun to eat.With that in mind, he walked towards the theater.It is a custom in old theaters in Peking that spectators don't need to buy tickets first, just find a seat and sit down by themselves, and then there is a kind of person who calls the spectator to come and collect money from you.Hong Shiyi knew this rule very well, so he walked in calmly.But when he got inside, he saw the dense upstairs and pool seats, full of people.There was a group of people standing behind the pool seat towards the door.This kind of person is called listening to the opera, that is, when the last two plays in the theater are on stage, the spectators will stand here and listen to the good show without spending money.If you talk about him, he will ask the seat watcher to find a seat for him.Of course he couldn't find it at this time, and he did find it. He said that the seat was not good and he could slip away.This kind of person has become a noun, and it cannot be exempted.When Hong Shiyi came here at this time, he became a joker.But his purpose is not on the stage, but to pay attention to the ground, is there any falling copper?This is the very back of the seat, out of sight of course.So he looked around, pretending to be looking for someone, and walked down the east corridor.He couldn't help but pay attention to the matter. In the last row, there was an empty seat. On the armrest, there was a stack of copper coins, and no one noticed it.I thought to myself, it is best to pretend to be the spectator and sit down on the empty chair.If you sit down, you can take that small stack of coppers as your own.Thinking of this, I turned around and looked around, and felt that the eyes of the audience were all injected on the stage, and they didn't look at me.He became a lot more daring, and walked towards the empty seat.That empty seat is the first chair, you don't need to ask others to let you sit, you can just sit on your side.But just as he moved his body forward, there was a deafening sound. It turned out that the actors on the stage sang a few lines with all their strength, and the audience in the audience shouted hello in unison.Shi Yi was taken aback. Could it be that someone scolded me?The body quickly stepped back.When I realized it and added a layer of timidity, I didn't dare to sit anymore.But even though I didn't go forward to sit down, after looking at the small stack of copper coins, I couldn't let it go, and stood far away, only focusing on it.But I have a guilty conscience, I am afraid that I will keep staring at the copper and be noticed by others, so I lower my head and just look at the ground.After staring at it for a long time, I saw a paper bag under the foot of the nearby chair, and a hole was broken in the paper bag, revealing a piece of bread.He was hungry, and after looking at the bread, his stomach was even more useless, as long as he bent down, the bread could be picked up in his hand, so he moved his feet to pick up the bread.But the thought of wanting to get bread was finally overwhelmed by the thought of being ashamed, so she squatted down and kept looking around.It was a spectator who yelled, "You can't stand on the crossing, everyone, get out of the way." His hand was still two or three feet away from the bread, but if he had to pull back, he would will also know.So I had a quick idea, I just felt it a few times with my hands when I needed to adjust the socks.Fortunately, the spectators didn't pay attention, and then they lifted up, took a few steps back, and still squeezed into the crowd listening to the show.However, his eyes still saw the empty seat from afar.I just thought in my heart, as long as the show is over and everyone walks away in a swarm, they can rush forward and take the stack of copper coins.It's just that the more he looks forward to the opera, the actors on the stage sing with extra vigor.When I want to go to another place and make a detour, I am afraid that the show will be over at that time, and the opportunity will be lost again.All the people in the theater were happy to watch the play, but he was the only one who was in the opposite direction, wishing that the play would be over immediately.The two feet stepped on the ground as hard as possible. If the ground was sandy, it would really be possible to step on two holes.This reason, of course, is for anxiety, but also to hold back the hungry bug in my stomach.At the same time, profuse sweat poured down from his body like rain, and his mind was a little dizzy.This kind of discomfort, of course, cannot be described in words.But after seeing the bread at the foot of the chair, I found out that there are still a few coppers there. If the coppers on the support board cannot be picked up, the few coppers on the ground can always be picked up, and then you can buy something to eat.Bear with it, it will be all right in another hour.When he was in such a hurry, he just looked at the stage.With great difficulty, the spectators left their seats one after another and went out, and the order became chaotic.Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly squeezed into the crowd.But when he squeezed in, the spectators crowded out. When he got to the uncrowded place, when he looked back, the pool full of people was almost astigmatized.There were also people who paid close attention to him and went out after the play, why did he go in alone?He was also afraid that people would pay attention to this layer, so he pretended to be looking for someone, looked around, and walked out, but his steps were very slow.When I got to the place where the copper was placed, there was no end to the sky. The copper was actually placed on the armrest and no one took it away.Everyone in this corridor has gone, and he is the only one here.The money could be carried in the bag generously, so he stepped forward and went to get the copper.Did you know that there are such coincidences in the world?When he reached out to take it, without first or second, a hand stretched out from under the table and took the copper away.Looking down, a person took a broom, bent over to sweep the floor, and took the money along the way.Needless to say, he is a member of this theater, and there is no way to argue with him.I couldn't get the money, but I remembered that there were a few coins and a bag of bread under the chair, so I could make up for it a little bit, so I walked over with my head down.However, the ground over there has been swept clean, and it was obvious that the sweeper took the lead; outside the chair, there was a big hairy dog ​​with a large piece of bread in its mouth.When he saw it, he wished he could kick the dog half to death.But even though the spectators had left, there were still people cleaning up the chairs and stools in the theatre, upstairs and downstairs, as if he had kicked a dog, and afraid of causing some trouble, he raised his shoulders and shook his head a few times.Several people who cleaned up the chairs and stools, seeing this spectator, stayed alone and paid attention to him.He looked at the ground and said to himself: "Unlucky! I lost my wallet, where can I find it? No, no!" While looking at the ground, he walked outside, and escaped from the difficulty.