Beautiful Haikou Should Walk with Ancient Memories-Prose

Memory is like a clam shell on the beach. After vicissitudes, big waves and sand washing, it still shines with blurred and tenacious light. What makes a city warm is the old stories, old things and old feelings about the city. Choosing a city to die is like meeting someone who will grow old together. What is accumulated here is not only warm memories, but also an emotion of suffering and running water.

Haikou, a seaside town that has lived for a long time, can touch the scenery everywhere with the growth of age. Every corner is like a ballad and a picture book, which always touches your heart. Those traces, deep or shallow, are sound, colorful, tangible and delicious, bathed in the sunshine of tropical islands and filled with the breath of the sea left by the sea breeze. They are moist, gentle and long, which makes people nostalgic and attached.

Love a city because the person you love lives there; I like an alley, because there is your favorite food; Love an old street, because there are old houses that attract you, and the street corner is full of street flavor ... That lingering memory, such as the same turbulent river, old street, old wall, old shop, past lives connected with a city, is the password character of a city. If you find it, you will find your hometown and feel warm.

Time flies, the deep alley that we walked hand in hand is like a stream that slowly winds through the city, and it is like a thousand turns of love. Walking, Xia Feng is blowing, the smell of sea water is spreading, and dogs are barking. The old man sat under the eaves, bored, with white hair fluttering in the wind, a touch of new green protruding from the black tiles, surrounded by bamboo forests, and a woman carrying a young child walked by. The child's eyes are as clear as water and his face is like the sunshine on the island.

The mottled walls tell a long story. After sun and rain, the ravines are deep and shallow. A long skirt, dancing lightly with the wind, a flamboyant face, like a touch of spring breeze, is reflected in the faint silhouette of the old wall, behind which is your silently followed eyes. In the corner covered with moss, bougainvillea is in full bloom. I think, if you go on like this, you will never get out of this deep and shallow alley again. ...

The most beautiful taste is deep in the alley. I met a small shop at the corner. It has no name or signboard, but it is an old shop. It has been here since I first passed by, with a history of more than 20 years or even longer. It stands in the corner of the old street, or just leans against the pavilion in the corner of the dilapidated old house, and casually builds a stove to cook seafood vermicelli soup, attracting countless diners. Business is booming, and customers are crowded every day, so long queues are needed. But this breakfast shop has never expanded its facade, sought development, recruited waiters, family workshops and couples, and the price has always been a few dollars. Fresh ingredients, simple technology, original taste, good quality and low price are the unchanging qualities of this small shop.

Small patio, low-rise shops, simple square table, three or five friends, laughing and laughing, sitting on some crooked wooden rafts, eating a bowl of hot seafood vermicelli soup in cold winter, driving away the chill, when the original flavor of the old Haikou jumps, churns and stubbornly entangles among the taste buds, it is a kind of secret luck.

A small shop with no facade but almost broken the threshold is full of flavor, talking and laughing. This is our weekly agreement, but it was terminated last month. On a cold winter night, the rumble of bulldozers destroyed the shop. That morning, I came to the appointed place again, leaving only ruins and messy ruins. I didn't have time to say "goodbye", leaving its aging face as a souvenir. The most beautiful taste, the deepest alley, disappears in an instant.

Can we meet again at the next corner? Farewell to a taste that is deeply rooted in memory and always depends on it, just like farewell to an old friend or close friend for many years, it is equally difficult to give up. The houses in Bazao Old Street are being demolished, and the old houses in Shi Mao are gone. One old street after another is brand-new, and one old shop after another is dying out. Along the way, where can we find rich memories to accompany us to grow up?

A city should have its background color and original flavor. It is more and more difficult to find Haikou specialty snack bar with decades of history ... Dad's tea shop is carefree, and all kinds of delicious food in the alley, such as Hainan powder, Qingbuliang, chicken dung, sweet potato milk and pig miscellaneous powder ... Deep in the market, the original flavor is gradually drifting away, people come and go, jostling with each other, flourishing, colorful and fragrant, which is our home for survival and protection.

Jiang Xun once wrote about a small coffee shop in Paris. He had it when he arrived in Paris at the age of 25 and it was still there when he arrived in Paris at the age of 65. Nearly half a century has passed and nothing has changed. He sat in a coffee shop reading and drinking coffee. It was the same table, that chair, that wall that made him 25 years old at once ... After a long time, things have changed, and his heart was filled with emotion!

When I was a college student in the 1990s, the Palme d 'Or Theater in Jiefang West was a good place to escape the summer, with elegant taste and cool feeling. There are many Oscar movies and movies adapted from literary masterpieces, such as Gone with the Wind, Pride and Prejudice and The Silence of the Lambs. At that time, it was really valuable to have such a cinema that paid attention to spiritual quality, even if the material was not very rich. How much joy, love and warmth has it witnessed in its youth? Now there is nowhere to be found.

Haikou, my beloved city. The arcade old street and the waterfront long bridge complement each other. The residual light is like a building, the sunset melts into gold, the sunset spreads water, the red clouds roll, the sun is shining, Sha Ou gathers, and the fishing boat sings late ... Like a picture scroll slowly unfolding, like a graceful poem, and like a beating note stirring and dancing, it gathers into a jogging board with blood flowing, which becomes a lingering memory.

Choose a city to die, if you meet a bald man. Haikou, full of all my tender feelings in this life, is my lifelong lover. No matter where you wander and wander, you will always turn around and stop to stare. It is a quiet place of the soul, a home and a dream of the soul.

The progress of a city should not only pursue ever-changing changes. The transformation of the old city does not mean that the old houses are demolished, the ancient villages are destroyed, the original food is disappearing, and the original ecological landscape is destroyed ... Along the way, I prayed for Haikou and pursued development with ancient memories.