Firework Street Prose

I like this small street, especially in the evening.

There is still a faint light in the western sky, and there is a bright light here.

This lamp is always covered with a red hat, and the light it emits is bright red, which is very eye-catching. Coupled with the sound of frying, cooking, and shouting from the stalls on both sides, this small street becomes extremely lively.

Every summer night, this street is crowded with people. They are all fully clothed. There are naked young men with a towel around their necks, wiping them while walking, and sweat is still running down their backs. .

Young women are all colorful, backless, shoulderless, and some wear very short skirts, revealing a pair of slender legs. The heels are too high, and the buttocks have to be twisted when walking. . It's a pity that the road in this small street is overused, and the cement has turned into a bumpy gravel road. It is very difficult to walk on high heels, which makes people worried.

The flow of people here is high and the temperature is high. There is a sticky smell in the air, which is the smell of fireworks, people, and the smell of life in the houses on the street. If there are many people, you have to pass by each other. When touched, the other person's flesh is warm and sticky with sweat. Despite this, people still have to come here, because there are so many food, clothing and consumer goods here. The quality is not high, but it is very popular. The prices are cheap and you can bargain, so you can choose at will.

I always see a bunch of little girls gathered around the Malatang stall asking for something. The stall owner grabs a handful of food sticks and puts it into the pot to rinse it. It will be cooked in a while. Take it out and put it on the plate, pour it with sesame sauce, hot pepper, spicy noodles and other rich seasonings. The woman stood in front of the stall eating and chatting. When she talked about her joy, she laughed so hard that people fell on their backs. Just like this strong seasoning, they exaggerated A burst of youthful enthusiasm comes out.

Hungry young men always step into the restaurants on both sides. These restaurants include Laotongjia Roujiamo, Qinzhen Liangpi, Weinan Tianqi Ju, Wanglaoda Dumplings, Shanxi Sliced ??Noodles, and Hubei Shaxian Snacks. There are six or seven bun sellers, including fried buns, electric buns, Chengxian steamed buns, Yan'an steamed buns, beef tongue cakes, and various pastries and bakeries. The most popular ones are the honest ones. The steamed buns are steamed in a solid cage. The cage is more than one meter high. When the steamed buns are almost cooked, they will have a fragrant smell. People have queued up to wait for them. When the steamed buns come out of the basket, they take them away bag by bag. They often pass by. When it comes to rice, there is no more steamed buns. The restaurants here are not big and not too high-end. When you go in, there will be a fan blowing, and you will sweat all over. You will tear up a few pieces of toilet paper and wipe it, then smoke a cigarette, dry the sweat, and then leave. . Every time it’s time to eat, there are people eating in restaurants of all sizes. Those who are cutting noodles, making dumplings, and making glutinous rice. Each family is busy with their own business, and every family’s business is prosperous on this street.

At night, there are many night market stalls on this street, one next to another, with everything steamed, grilled and fried. There are people eating everything, both standing and squatting. Each has its own way of eating. It looked very fragrant, so it blocked the passers-by. When people smelled the fragrance, their appetites became exaggerated, and they stopped standing still. They couldn't resist, so they bought some to try. Almost half of the people among them couldn't stop eating it. Food, and most of them are young women, poor in mouth but good in appetite. Wife and old man rarely move their mouths. As we get older and our stomachs are weak, we are afraid that something will go wrong after eating.

Walking from west to east, the road gets wider and wider. To the west is the old street of the village in the city. I heard that the village in the city is going to be renovated, and the houses are getting taller and taller, with three floors being built into five floors. The five floors were added to the eight floors in order to collect more demolition fees. As the buildings get taller, the street becomes very narrow, like entering a canyon in Nanshan, making it suffocating. This newly built house cannot be left empty. It must be turned into money. The way to make money is to rent it out. There are several universities nearby, and some foreigners, students, and migrant workers who do business rent here for a long time. There are hotels on the street with all kinds of signboards.

Going further east, there is an open road. The road was newly built a few years ago. It is paved with asphalt and is very smooth. It was originally intended to open up the village, but for some unknown reason, the road stopped. Here, it has become a bottleneck-shaped street, and this wide road has also become a place for business. There are still restaurants on both sides, which are better than those on the old street. There are Korean restaurants, maocai restaurants, cold drink bars, Korean rock grilled chicken legs, Sun Home steamed bun restaurant. The streets here are wide, but there are not as many people eating as there are in the old streets. However, the open roadside sidewalks become a clothing market at night. Colorful clothes are hung all over the street, and the LED lights are bright and white. There are people If you want to buy it, the owner will talk under the lamp and quote more than 50 yuan. The buyer couldn't stand the bargaining again and again, and finally the deal was done for 25 yuan.

Although it is not a brand, it is refreshing, comfortable and convenient to wear.

As long as there are clothes, there are also shoes. Shoes are sold on the ground. Just spread out a sheet and the shoes will be filled with them. There are slippers and casual sports shoes, which cost twenty or thirty yuan a pair. They were selling: "Clearout goods, sold at bargain prices!" There were even smaller stalls with a square towel and many shiny items, including hairpins, corsages, smoking sets, flashlights, and small toys. This vendor looked like a schoolgirl, holding her knees with her hands. She was not willing to look at people. When someone asked about the price, her answer was very small. This kind of stall owner keeps wandering around and does not know how to pay the management fee. He is a poor person. A student's second job is just to earn some pocket money.

There are only four or five fruit shops here. Every shop is brightly lit and the stalls are full of melons and fruits. You can choose whatever you want. The prices are lower than elsewhere. The sellers keep shouting: "One pound It’s only one yuan! If you don’t like it, you can exchange it for sure!” July is hot and the nights are unbearable, so the fruits here are very popular.

Suddenly, the sound of music came from somewhere, like the melody of Buddhist scriptures. It is always an unhurried melody. When people listen to it, they have to stop and take a look. It is a piece of cloth spread on the ground. On the road, an old woman was sitting there. Her face was so dark that she could hardly see her face. Next to her lay a child, a blind boy. The old woman kept turning over the child's body. The child's legs were limp and weak, and a basin was placed next to his face. Next to the basin stood a white board with two lines of words written crookedly: The child has cerebral palsy and has no money for treatment. Please help kindhearted people. Looking at this paralyzed child and listening to this charitable music, one cannot but feel a sense of charity, but then one thinks again, does this child really have cerebral palsy? Who chose the music for this Buddhist scripture? Does that woman have such a mind? Now begging is also a profession. He knows that people are inherently kind at first, and kind people will not see disability and pain. When they see it, they want to help, even if it is only a dime or two cents. No, there are a few female students. They stood there with sad expressions on their faces. Before leaving, they dropped a few cents into the basin. There were already a lot of banknotes in the basin. When these kind-hearted banknotes fall into this basin, how much kind-hearted flavor can they still have?

With the fact of demolition, this street has become chaotic. Although the old villagers who have lived here for decades burst into tears when they think of the demolition, the government has made up its mind to demolish it. There is no way for the villagers to turn around. Mingde will be built here. A street where historical sites and modern culture and art develop harmoniously will no longer be a street where people only use it for food, drink and clothing, but a street where people seek spiritual enjoyment after eating. It will no longer have that kind of street. The smell of fireworks, but it always comes out of here. This smell of fireworks will also be revealed on different occasions and will settle in the minds of the people living here. This is a cultural Inheritance is a process of sedimentation, renewal and transformation of urban people’s consciousness.