Prose "On the Way to School"

Live in Jiangbei. Every morning, I take out a dime of snacks from my father's trouser pocket and set foot on the road to Jiangnan town. Come out from the door of the county government, and turn the corner is the bridge of Lao Jiang River. Maybe people have small steps, so I always feel that the stone steps are very wide and long. Looking up at the towering bridge top, I always feel a little timid. Crossing the bridge is like climbing a mountain. Although people's lives were mostly difficult at that time, this small town in the southeast of China also presented a peaceful scene. In the early morning, a red sun rose slowly from the east of the bridge, and the people under the bridge were bathed in the soft sunshine indifferently; On both sides of the foot of the bridge are villagers' brooms and bamboo chairs. At first, I didn't understand why there were grooves on both sides of a good step. I didn't understand until I saw people struggling to pull carts across the river bridge with two wheels. There is no grand bridge (newly built bridge) on Yaojiang River in Guang Chen. Every spring, the rivers on both sides of the river bridge are full of boats. At first glance, it's all green. That's the listing of wild vegetables. Walking on tiptoe on the road covered with black mud and water, stepping on crushed vegetable leaves, I pushed my schoolbag through the bustling crowd. When I walk on the stone road of Jiangnan Zhijie, I still can't help looking around because of the curiosity of children. Although it is an unchangeable street view, I will also pay careful attention to those insignificant changes. For example, put a new one in front of the wreath shop. The slogan on the wooden telephone pole at the entrance of the alley was torn off, and the words "Who is who is the big bad guy" were newly engraved on the partition of a house. Especially when passing by the door of that preserved egg shop, I always stop and stare at others, watching the shopkeeper wearing thick gloves and squeezing preserved eggs into preserved eggs with bran and mud. So I am often late and eat the teacher's criticism. You can see the butcher shop from a distance. The butcher always stands in the high counter, with a dirty waist hanging from his chest, holding a heavy sharp knife, and yelling at the people waiting in line to buy meat from time to time. This is where I turn into school every day. In fact, when it comes to learning, I always feel that the name doesn't match. The origin of being an excellent scholar must be related to the fact that the second primary school in our school was a learning palace in ancient times. But learning lane is not like lane, and there is only a small bamboo flower head at the narrowest place; The widest place is a vegetable field, separated by a bamboo fence, extending into the distance. Needless to say, the only thing that attracts me in school is the four-eye well. I have heard many stories about the four-eye well, but now I have forgotten them. I can go straight to the street, then turn a corner and go straight to our school, but sometimes I turn into the long lane in the middle of the straight street. I prefer to walk alone on the stone road with seven heights and eight lows. Sometimes, the morning sun shines obliquely on the head, giving people a particularly warm feeling. Occasionally looking into a wall door, you will see the figure of the old man wandering. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is often stormy on the way to school. Whenever it rains, I always wear a pair of golden overshoes and hold a broken oiled paper umbrella in my small hand, eager to get to school early. But this time, it is really "a long time". There is a long alley, along which there are houses with high walls and huts with mud walls. Ripples of rain kept falling along the tile ditch and the low eaves. As time went on, white pebbles were dripped by rain on the slate against the wall. In the broken and sunken slate, a water bloom point will be formed. Sometimes you happen to be walking with an urchin, and he will splash a bright pool of water on purpose to make you dodge. Turn a corner and enter a narrower alley. It's really an alley. In the narrowest place, two adults will pass by when they meet. Mud and low walls rammed with broken tiles on both sides. There are so many narrow lanes in Jiangnan. The most interesting thing is the low wall made of dense thin bricks, which is common in mulberry, ginkgo and paulownia. At that time, I had an expectation for the mulberry branches sticking out of the wall, imagining that the owners inside were actually my relatives, because I often had to worry that the little silkworms raised at home had no mulberry leaves to eat. Once, I had an extra dime in my pocket. I walked happily on the flagstone road, vaguely feeling the power of money. With it, I can buy two pieces of hard candy, 30 sugarcane knots, and rent a picture book from the bookstall. I hold the coin in my palm and open it again from time to time. Without thinking, the coin fell to the ground and rolled into a crack in the middle of the road. I crouched down and tried to look into the dark cracks ... Now, Jiangnan straight street and its alleys on both sides have long been washed away by time, and the last stone road in Jiangnan Tanjing has become an asphalt road under people's eyes two days ago. It seems I don't want to remember this city. Fortunately, I still have some memories in my head. (Zhang) Selected: Chen Zhenru)