Deep Memory

Although I leaned against the market, I didn’t go there for a long time. When I had nothing to do in the evening, I strolled there and saw all kinds of food stalls filled with fried dumplings, fried pancakes, the owner of the egg cake was busy greeting the guests. Well, it smells good. A scent penetrates into the nostrils, smelling the scent and continuing to walk forward, suddenly the eyes shine: Ah, it’s so big, the yellow fried dough sticks creaking in the frying pan. Ask the boss how much is one piece, answer seven yuan a Jin. I was surprised: How much is it? Why do you sell fried dough sticks in Jin? In order to solicit business, the boss quickly explained one of them. OK, let’s have one! I haven’t eaten fried dough sticks for a long time, weigh one and try it! After paying the money, he took the fried dough sticks and bit them quickly: the crisp and fragrant one is refreshing with a little salty taste. Eating crispy fried dough sticks and looking at the various commodities in front of me reminded me of my childhood, when eating fried dough sticks, I felt very happy. At that time, when the fair was held, (the day of 1 and 5 every month, that is, the day of 1, 11, 21, 5, 15, 25 is the time of the fair, and this tradition is still retained up to now) I always followed my grandfather to the street, and always felt that the fair at that time was very lively. The fair was also like a big deal, but now goods are easy to buy, therefore, I always feel that the current episode is no longer as lively as when I was a child. Grandpa couldn’t see it, but he was very familiar with the road to the streets. I remembered that I was still very young at that time. The clearest thing in my impression was that I didn’t know the road to the streets, grandpa always took a bamboo stick in one hand as a crutch to explore the road, and put one hand on my shoulder. There were only winding paths on the street, and in my childhood impression, I felt that it was a long way from home to the street, and I had to pass several small rivers and several River dams. Walking on the road, I just need to describe the general landscape markers to my grandpa, and Grandpa will tell me where I have arrived, where to turn, and what village I have passed by is called, when I got to the place where there was a gap on the road, I would remind grandpa to step over carefully, so I kept describing the surrounding scenery to grandpa, thinking that it would not take long to get to the street. After passing a very arching old bridge to the Old Street, the old street consists of several deep alleys, the ground is bluestone, on both sides is a type of low room, namely the pavement room at that time. As for the alley in the Old Street, it was always so deep in my childhood memory, so although I often went to the street with my grandfather, I didn’t dare to walk alone, just like the forbidden area in my memory didn’t dare to step beyond the Thunder pool. Of course, when I grew up, I went to the old street completely. All the roads in the south of the old street were the same. The old street now still maintains a part of the mark of the Old Street in memory. It is also because of this that the old street is being planned and cultivated as a cultural relic. As soon as the Old Street arrived at the fair at that time, the alley was crowded with people who did all kinds of business, which made the old street extremely lively. In my childhood memory, several alleys in the Old Street were the same. I was afraid that I would go to the wrong alley and couldn’t find my way home, so I always dared not to run with my grandfather. There is a small river from east to west which divides the old street into two halves: North and South. The Old Street in the South is in the shape of Hui, and there are several deep alleys. However, the old street in Hebei is relatively simple. A row of old houses will be built along the river, and a east-west alley will naturally form. The Dashi Bridge connecting the old streets of north and south on the river surface is a stone bridge paved by daqingshi, with patterns carved on the bridge bar. This bridge is also the only traffic fortress in the north and south half of the old street, so the shops at both ends of the bridge seem to be extremely prosperous. Just because of the large number of people walking, the bluestone slab on the bridge was polished smooth and shiny. The river was flowing under the bridge. At that time, every time when arriving at the fair, the boatmen would also do business at this time, which made the old street more lively. On the south side of the bridge, the Old Street is also a place selling all kinds of small commodities; On the north side of the bridge are all kinds of meals, arts and so on. I remember that there was a pig line on the North River Beach. There were Miao pigs and big pigs traded here for sale. When it came to the gathering, the singing sound of pigs could be heard from far away. At that time, whenever I went to the street, my grandfather always commanded me to take him across the bridge connecting the old street of north and south to the north of the bridge to have some breakfast. The so-called breakfast was a bowl of porridge, a fried dough stick or a piece of sesame cake, at that time, I thought it was the most beautiful enjoyment to eat fried dough sticks or sesame cake, and then I went to the Academy to hear about books with my grandfather. Seeing the people on the stage wearing beautiful clothes, playing lute and singing elegant lyrics, I often forget to eat fried dough sticks in my hands, which is also the edification of opera I have received since I was a child, so far, I still like the elegant singing of opera. Therefore, every time I went to the streets with my grandfather in my childhood was also the happiest time for me. Now I eat a lot of things, but I always feel that I can’t eat the sweetness of childhood. Maybe it is easy to eat because of the good living conditions, and the taste is less profound than that in my memory. Although things are different from people, childhood memories are still so clear. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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