This winter, I went back to the old town and said, "hey, we, long time no see."
The town was still peacefully situated on the pure land, and the warm sun of the winter lay gently on it, like a golden silk, and lay lazily and gently in it. Two years of missing, and then meeting again, there is a kind of intimacy from the heart burst out. Thoughts slowly flowed in the morning light, bathed in the familiar sunshine.
Long time no see, the moss on the house has spread to the eaves, the rough cheeks of the blue SLATE are wrinkled, the birds in the treetops a few years ago have moved house. The old mottled old wall still stands still in the east of the town, as it once did. The green brick daiwa has been infected with the life of the years, the sky above the town seems to be more clear blue, flawless without a bit of impurities.
Long alley straight and deep, alley between the long weeds, no dai's holding the oiled paper umbrella walked through a clove of girl, only the dish of the old buns, faltering mai, set up in front of her house of busy on the stove.
Long time no see, the small town of the river has been filled up, turned into a cold concrete road, I feel like something blocked in the general, a little uncomfortable. Once, beside the stream with a few naughty children, or searching for the dog's tail grass, or drop into the river with a small stone, or squatting on the grass along the river bank with mantis and cicada wits. My grandmother always threatened me not to be near the river, lest I should fall, and I would stand by and watch the children playing with my older children. Today, the river is gone, but the memories of these childhood are not annihilated, but are more clearly visible.
Remember that this small street is the only bustling place in the town, flanked by dozens of shops, like weather-beaten old people. The small street is less than five meters wide and less than 100 meters long. On the day of the market, the street will be crowded with people, the voice of the crowd. Today, the street is no longer the street of memory, the old buildings have been demolished and replaced by neat tall buildings. The little shop that I used to frequented was not sure where to move, and I remember the time of the evening when the small shop was always crowded with customers, and the fragrance of the ribs was drooling. I was glad that the liquor store was still in the corner of the little street, and the smell of old wine was still floating over the town, so I could find some familiar feelings here.
Around the corner, a neighbor, who had not been seen for many years, came up to me from the other side of the street and greeted me with a husky voice. Some uncles and aunts gathered around: "for a few years, I grew up, I couldn't recognize... "I was as enthusiastic as I was when I spoke. People in the small town have always been so honest and enthusiastic. Dear neighbors, long time no see, how are you all doing?
Small town, long time no see, you changed a lot, but that familiar taste, still settling on you, will never change.