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"When! Easy! ..... "Trance, the voice rang again, not coming, my feet want to follow! Soon, I realized that this was the voice more than forty years ago.

I have lived there for more than twenty years since I was born. It is a good place on the beach: it used to be a residential area in the French Concession, located at the junction of Huashan Road, Changle Road and Zhenning Road, and now many French and Dutch garden houses have become national protected buildings. The most famous ones are the "Pillow Apartment" in Li Hongzhang's period and the "Lilac Garden" with sad stories. When I was young, when I was playing in some nearby paths and narrow alleys, I could see several clean and smooth green slates and an quaint stone fence from time to time, leaning against the dense and curved willow trees, which hung low. Maybe I've been dreaming about sweeping the river in the past. Along the road, the garden is adjacent to classical foreign buildings, and the tall French phoenix tree blocks the sun.

Originally, it should be a very clean and elegant place, but in Zhenning Road and Huashan Road, it happened that several large and small factories were crowded, the sound of machines roared day and night, and garbage was piled up everywhere. What a spectacular sight! Especially in the largest alcohol factory, the black chimney almost goes straight into the sky! I kept spitting thick smoke with slag, and the air was filled with pungent rotten sweet potato smell! Then there is the water pump factory, which is small in scale and occupies less land. The steel fittings produced are large and small and endless, so they are pushed to a long section of Changle Road. From the front of my house, it looks like a world of steel scrap! At first, the roads in this area were rugged, with broken glass and stones everywhere, which added iron and rust dust. When it rains, rust dust and garbage are mixed together to form reddish water, which runs around. ...

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After all, it is Jiangnan. Even in such a messy and dirty world, flowers grow very long and grass is full of vitality: in the warm spring season, weeds are overgrown, stubbornly drilling out dust and garbage and sticking out every crack of iron fragments. Among many wild flowers and weeds, the most impressive ones are Pteris multifida and Plantago. Flowers and plants don't want to show weakness to the old trees nearby, but also squint proudly at the branches hidden in the deep courtyard of high walls. Go to Qiu Lai in spring. There are many bees flying in this world. Earthworms always crawl under the grass, and the "big population" here naturally includes ants and watermelon worms. Every now and then, "poof!" There are also "four-legged snakes" and "hundred-legged worms" and so on! When autumn comes, crickets will sing softly in the hidden corner. ...

There are countless wild cats who regard this place as a paradise. Cats used to have owners. When the owners get bored and bored, they abandon them. They squatted in the dustbin, drilled through the walls and feet, and went into dark places, but they were often driven away, in shock, and had no fixed residence. This is not a small iron world, it is simply their paradise! The iron plate can keep out the wind and rain, and the grass is warm and comfortable. Even if someone comes, there is a lot of room for manoeuvre. There is always something to eat in the garbage. Of course, you can also take trash cans from the street, or simply steal fish and meat from others, play for a while, and then munch ... on a quiet night, you can always hear cheerful slapping nearby! In warm spring, the musty smell of garbage and the smell of grass are mixed with the smell of rust, accompanied by humid air, just like mixed wine, which makes cats, men and women Chun Qing break out! At night, from time to time, in the depths of the messy iron, there were baby-like crows, crazy chases and howls ...

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My childhood may be golden, but there are also many rust colors that cannot be erased. Almost all adults frown and sigh at this pile of iron, but our children, like cats and bugs, regard this dirty and messy place as a paradise, sneak into it all day and come back happily. Step on the uneven big iron plate, step left and right, and the iron plate slowly shakes, which is very heavy! Light! "Voice, mixed with our cheerful laughter and shouts!

Tired of playing with the seesaw, he began to climb the iron mountain and drill iron holes. Laughing and picking some exotic flowers and herbs I have never seen before, screaming and catching earthworms, four-legged snakes, scarabs and many strange insects. Occasionally, you can accidentally pick up some treasures: abandoned toys, broken comic books ... and a strangely shaped emerald head, which is said to be used for steelmaking.

Boys, big or small, have more exciting games: in those days, revolutionary war movies "Tunnel Warfare" and "Guerrilla in the Plain" attracted them most ... They dressed up as heroes or villains and told stories about the movies. This place is a good place to play war games! Long and short iron bars can be used as spears and spears; Just break a branch and you can use it as a war horse. Before the game started, everyone was arguing about who was a "good guy" and who was a "bad guy". Later, they gambled with "sharp knives" and "stones" ...

Separate the enemy and ourselves, choose the captains of both sides, choose their respective positions, and say, "Fire!" The battle began: iron sundries were fortresses, trenches and caves were in piles, and iron plates were bunkers. First of all, the two sides shouted "beep" in their mouths, imitating the sound of shooting. All kinds of "guns" protrude from the holes of sundries and iron plates and point at each other. Everyone imagines that the mouth of the "gun" in the movie spews out flames ... another "rush!" The war suddenly became hot: everyone roared and jumped out of the "position", shooting sticks and dancing, stones and clods flying around like rain, and iron plates jingled on the stones! No one wants to give up until someone really gets hurt and cries like a pig! Everyone was afraid that their parents would criticize them, so they gave a cry and soon parted. After the war, the noise was sparse. "Ahem!" Boss Li in the shop coughed and cursed a few words of "Little Red Man" from time to time.

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Just opposite my window, at the intersection of Huashan Road and Changle Road, next to the iron pile, there is a small grocery store built with wooden boards. The shop is close to the courtyard wall, behind which is a shady garden, and a small French-style building is looming in the depths of the garden. The owner of this shop is surnamed Li, but I don't know his name. Everyone calls him "Boss Li". Before liberation, he was the concierge of the owner of the back wall courtyard of the shop and a wealthy businessman. On the eve of liberation, the host family packed their bags and went to Taiwan Province Province. When they left, they gave the conscientious concierge a lot of sunshine. The concierge opened a small shop, still next to the owner's house. And this house is said to have become the residence of some public security bureau cadres.

In midsummer, the hot sun melts the asphalt on the main road, giving off a pungent burning smell. Iron fragments and the surrounding stone slag pavement are like a charred cinder stove! Fortunately, the shade of tall and dense buttonwood trees on the roadside kept this place from burning! Summer fruits such as peaches are placed in front of the small grocery store. On the counter is a big ice box with cold drinks such as popsicles and ice cream. When there is little business, the old "Boss Li" sleeps under the big tree in front of the shop with a bamboo couch in the sky and a cattail leaf fan in his hand. Deep in the tree, "it's too hot! It's too hot-!" Cicadas are noisy, adults around are either going to work or taking a nap, and there are few pedestrians on the road. "Boss Li" shook his fan like a dead branch, and his hands gradually drooped. He "closed his eyes" and moved his bony body from time to time, and the recliner creaked.

A few naughty boys, wearing only a pair of shorts, rushed to the steel complex, and some crawled around to pick up their "treasures"; Some climbed the branches on the iron plate to catch cicadas. Some people climbed up the courtyard wall, climbed over the wall, went down to the hospital under the cover of trees, picked flowers and fruits ... after the owner found out, he even scolded and beat! Thieves are running around ... "Cough, cough!" The awakened "Boss Li" sat up and looked at the children who fled to the street, shaking their slender heads.

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The world of iron and blood used to be very lively, but it was also leisurely and quiet.

The flurry of the "great proletarian cultural revolution" disturbed all this! The steel world has also been submerged in the sea of parades, slogans, little red books, posters, red armbands and parades.

On Changle Road in the railway miscellaneous area, there is a well-known scientific and technological unit "Shanghai Bureau of Metrology". For a time, it became a battlefield full of flames: many scientific and technological people who were immersed in instruments and materials all day suddenly became passionate and murderous! The overall situation is divided into two factions, from a war of words to a big fight. A group of people tightly surrounded another group of people in the building, attacked the gate and threw stones and iron products at the window. There is not a complete window glass in the whole building! Not to be outdone, people in the building smashed cups, water bottles and so on. Downstairs. The two factions abused each other with big speakers, and there was no peace around them day and night, and people were worried! People get hurt from time to time, and there is blood and broken glass everywhere. ...

Near noon that day, I suddenly heard a series of horrible shouts and screams from the window! Looking through the window, I saw a large group of fierce men and women, holding sticks, surrounded by a pale man who fell to the ground. One of them tried to stab the iron bar into the back of the besieged person, and the man threw himself on the iron bar ... Later I heard that the man was the leader of the faction trapped in the building. He escaped from the window and was soon found. Because he didn't eat or drink for several days, he finally fell down and fell into the hands of the enemy.

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"Fighting" and "rebellion" ... aroused the brave and aggressive animal desires of countless adults and children. The steel world lost its peace: weeds and flowers were trampled to death; Trees, large and small, were broken, twisted, withered and severely disabled. Insects hide in Tibet, birds dare not stay, and cats are even more terrible. Although they are quick-witted and run like flies, they can be chased by a group of urchins who are already wild. They are like frightened birds. Even though they have the unique tree climbing skills that tigers envy, they have no choice but to fail in the face of these little "rebels" who are better than tigers and wolves! Tired, weak, kicked, thrown, stoned, beaten with a stick ........................................................................................................................................................

After all, it is difficult to hit a cat, and "fighting with others" is a hero! Other suffering creatures are children from "land, wealth, opposition, bad and right". They were firmly nailed to the "son of a bitch" shame column, abused and kicked. At noon that day, a dozen big boys with thick arms and round waist shouted and scolded all the way to chase a little girl about ten years old! She was surrounded by iron bars, and those people kicked her, dragged her and hit her with garbage clods more crazily! Her eyes were full of confusion, but there were no tears. Her red shirt was torn and dirty, so she had to protect her almost naked upper body with her hands. Her long hair was scattered on the ground, half covering her poor yellow face. She never cried or begged for pity ... this terrible sight will never be forgotten by me!

If there is a conflict between the children of "revolutionary families", it will be a "life-and-death" battle. In the factory area near home, the "working class" lives, while in the garden villa area, there are more "revolutionary fighters". Children in the two regions look down on each other, often conflict, and finally rise to the height of "class struggle": several times, the iron world suddenly becomes cold and dense! A large group of dark and rough boys gathered in the steel fortress, "tinkling" to sort out the knives and sticks they carried, and they burned their bridges! Say "coming!" They jumped out to meet the intersection. There are also dozens of warriors over there, wearing military uniforms, caps, belts and knives and sticks! Say, "Go!" Suddenly, I was beaten with a knife, punched and kicked, flying sand and stones, and dark clouds were gathering ... People around me were afraid of losing money and getting into trouble, so they fled early. I was scared, too. Close the window and the door quickly! Listening to the roar, more and more people screamed ... After a while, some people probably came, with a loud voice, and the two talents gradually dispersed ... When I went out, there were broken iron, lithotripsy knives, garbage piles and blood stains everywhere!

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Perhaps it is the role of the "latest instructions", that is, "we should fight verbally, not in war", and there are fewer large-scale bloody battles. But the animal's desire has been aroused. If you can't vent it, it will be a disaster: children are bored except occasionally drawing swords and moving sticks and glaring at each other! The trend of smoking soon spread among teenagers. Many primary and middle school students began to work in groups of three, either in the depths of alleys, in the corners of courtyard walls or under trees beside streets, pointing at cigarettes, smoking cigarettes, shaking their legs, whistling and squinting. ...

The steel world is certainly a good place to smoke. At night, I saw a little fire, suddenly bright and suddenly extinguished, like a jack-o'-lantern in the wilderness! Smoking needs money, so these heavy smokers participate in robbery and theft, which makes their chickens and dogs restless! That night, it was dark, and around the grocery store "Boss Li", a little boy with a cigarette swam over. First, in twos and threes, he gradually gathered into a large pile and began to hide in the depths of the iron miscellaneous ... I first peeked at the window, but later I couldn't help but be curious, so I slipped downstairs and went out to touch the small fireworks in the iron miscellaneous pile. Fireworks gradually formed a circle ... near, and the heads together "swish" scattered! A few pairs of eyes are staring at me, shining fiercely! I only felt a chill. I turned and ran away like a fly!

"pa!" I just turned to open the door, but I felt something bang against it. The next day, I saw a deep hole in the door and a big stone on the ground ... every time I think about it, I always feel cold!

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There are almost no classes at school, and every day is like a holiday. Bored, I don't know what to do. Although I can't learn to smoke, I am addicted to playing with fire.

Autumn is coming, the wind is getting colder and colder, the leaves are falling and the grass is withered. The cadres in the hutong ordered the "supervised object" from the "four kinds of molecules" to take a big bamboo broom, cut the hay, sweep the fallen leaves and pile them in the iron utility room for lighting. This kind of coke is not good for us children: shouting and throwing branches and pieces of paper at the burning grass from time to time. Smoky, choking tears and coughing, we can only be more excited! Smoke array in the past, a long flame, changing the red, yellow, blue ... many wonderful colors. The night is getting deeper and deeper, like a wonderful fairy tale world. I'm drunk!

Maybe that's not enough. I started playing with fire alone. First of all, I boiled water by the stove, folded it into strips with waste paper, lit the stove, watched the flames flash, and dreamed colorful dreams ... Finally, I was discovered by adults and scolded! Later, I saved pocket money and bought a pack of matches. When the night came, I dived into the depths of the iron clutter, making sure that no one around me saw it, and then started to light one, one ... just for fun, just like the protagonist in The Little Match Girl did. But the girl in the fairy tale struggled to dream in hunger and cold, but I was "full"! However, the bright fantasy of fire, the silence and mystery of night, and the deep twists and turns of the iron world … became the only flying world of my childlike innocence at that time!

That night, I don't know how many matches I struck and how many dreams I had. Suddenly I heard the familiar hoarse expectoration behind me! I jumped up and hid, and the skinny old face of "Boss Li" seemed to have stuck to me!

"What, smoke?" His eye socket was deep, and his dry and turbid eyes were so prominent that he almost fell out and stared at me straight through his glasses like the bottom of a glass.

"no! I didn't ... "Whenever I hold a match, my hands are sweating!

"No, I, uh, told your mother!" After that, he turned to find a place to pee.

I ran home quickly. It was like committing a big crime! Overnight: I hate this old man for ruining my dream, and I'm afraid he will really tell my parents. ...

He didn't tell my parents, but when he saw me the next day, he pointed at me with his dry and black fingers! He means well. He doesn't want me to smoke like other children. I can always be an upright person without going astray, and among all the people who should be grateful, there is him!

However, God is unfair, and he actually got a very tragic ending:

The storm of "sweeping all kinds of monsters" also swept "Boss Li", and he was labeled as "profiteering"! That night, he stopped business early and closed the door. Kindhearted children saw "Boss Li" drinking alone in the twilight. After three or four cups, he began to talk and laugh, clapping for himself from time to time ... The next day, the sun was shining, and there were still three or four hours before the usual opening hours. Everyone thought something was wrong, so they called his son and broke the door lock. Only the audience was shocked again and again: "Boss Li" got into the ground wrapped in a quilt, his face was ferocious, his hands were clenched in the mud ... and there was an empty dichlorvos bottle next to him!

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A few years after the Cultural Revolution, I moved to a new house in the southwest suburb of the city. In a blink of an eye, it is decades of spring and autumn. I have also been to my former residence several times. The iron world and the surrounding factories, large and small, disappeared one by one after I moved, the roads became flat and clean, and the surrounding trees became more lush. Then, luxury buildings sprang up ... childhood memories only stayed in dreams, rust-colored dreams!

I often seem to be back in the iron paradise, mixing with many children, jumping and screaming! And boarded the uneven big iron plate, squatted down and jumped, and the iron plate shook up and down. "When! Light! " The voice is monotonous and heavy. ...