Chapter 7 voice of beijing

The cultural life group of "Beijing Daily" asked everyone to write "One Day in Beijing". This topic is very difficult to write. The difficulty is that there are too many "days" to write in "Beijing"!People who have lived in Beijing for decades have experienced many shocking and soul-stirring days; especially in Beijing after liberation, as the heart of new China, it drives the pulse of the whole of China. In the sky, there are unprecedented and epic things happening every day. I really don't know which day or which thing will stand out and be fresh.

But if you start with "small things", there are some very touching, spark-like, vivid little things that will always be in your memory, shining brightly. It was an early winter morning when I just came back from abroad, and it was snowing heavily outside. The snow probably fell in the middle of the night, and the snow shone through the window, and two or three inches thick, fluffy snow grooves had already accumulated on the roof tiles opposite. There was a rustling sound in the yard. It was my youngest daughter sweeping snow with a big bamboo broom. When she left Beijing, she was less than one year old, and everything in Beijing was new to her.She has never seen heavy snow either, so I guess she must be the one sweeping the snow.

Sure enough, through the curtain, I heard the cook come out of the kitchen and said to her with a smile: "You're up, wearing these clothes, you won't be afraid of freezing! Well, I went to buy vegetables, and when I turned back, someone called to sweep the snow on the street, so you can sweep it, and have a good time!" The younger sister agreed with a smile.Then he heard the sound of the door opening, and he left. After a while, I heard Da-Da-Da, the door knocker rang a few times, and the little girl asked in a joyful voice: "I heard that! Is it snow removal?" , an extremely polite voice called: "Yes, please help me!"

I was standing in front of the bed, but amidst the rippling sound like a chime, I suddenly sat down beside the bed involuntarily. Long time no see!This is a typical Beijing voice that is crisp, friendly and polite! This voice gave me infinite gratitude and warmth! This is what I have often heard in the streets and alleys of Beijing since my childhood, but I have never heard it in any other place, such a crisp voice, such a friendly tone! Today, it is this familiar, crisp and friendly voice that calls out everyone and serves everyone from house to house in the capital of New China! At this moment, in this voice, I fell deeply into the embrace of the motherland, the embrace of Beijing!