Magnificence in Ordinary Life —— Three short stories about local accent

I saw a self-media account soliciting articles on the theme of "local accent" these two days, which aroused my desire to express. I haven't written an article for a long time, but now I want to write down three short stories about the local accent to show my record and respect for ordinary life.

therefore, I decided to use the year as the headline.

(I don't know if I have written this story in an article, but my circle of friends has. )

I was in England this year, and there was a cheap Chinese restaurant on the street I often went to, which many foreigners liked to eat. From the chat, I learned that the boss was from Yancheng, Jiangsu Province, and had been opening a restaurant in Britain for 13 years. I went with my friends, one of whom is from Changzhou, Jiangsu.

At the beginning of chatting, I asked my boss: Your Mandarin is so standard. Where are you from in China?

boss: Yancheng, Jiangsu.

I turned to my friend in Changzhou and said, Ah, your hometown in Jiangsu!

The boss asked my friend: Where are you from?

friend: I often go to the state.

The restaurant owner suddenly narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it, as if his ears were enjoying a Chopin nocturne, listening to the words that my friend had a little Changzhou accent and taste.

at that moment, people were very moved.

I have lived in Great Britain for 13 years, far away from my native land, struggling and surviving in the land of the Englishman. I don't know how he feels about his native land. I am still young, and I have never been away from home for so long, so I can't understand his feelings, but I remember his expression when he heard his hometown dialect.

This year, there was a happy event in our family. A good friend of my uncle came to congratulate and help. This uncle, who worked in the political and legal system at that time, was confident, chic and extraordinary.

He sat down in his room, sat up straight, and then called me over, saying, I heard that your Chinese is particularly good. Let me ask you, what are the last two sentences of "When you are young, you will stay away from home, and your local accent will not change your hair?"

When he asked, there was something in his eyes to examine the little provocation I brought, which was my feeling.

I'm a little uncomfortable. Apart from feeling that he is examining me, I also feel that this question is too simple, which is simply to look down on people.

But this uncle's aura is too strong. I'm a child after all, and I whispered in a timid voice: Children don't know each other, so where do you come from?

I ended my answer with a questioning tone. I hope to get this uncle's affirmation. For example: You are right! Answer quickly! Very good! Something like that.

however, there isn't. After I finished the answer, his eyes began to dim, his body began to relax, and then he looked away for a long time.

I walked away. Didn't get the compliment I expected. And witnessed the sudden disappearance of his momentum

I haven't understood that scene for so many years. It wasn't until recent years that I suddenly remembered that picture. In fact, he was the young man whose sideburns were fading, and he knew very well that his future way home was: children met and didn't know each other.

the native land will eventually break up with him. He has a faint feeling. This is everyone's future. He can't be exempted.

I have been working this year and haven't returned to my hometown for several months. There is a hotel near where I live, where many banquets are held.

One day, after I got off work, I walked not far from the hotel. There was a group of people in front, who seemed to be attending the wedding reception. I just walked behind them after crossing the road.

I suddenly heard them talking in a dialect that I am very familiar with! At this time, my heart beat faster and my heart became excited.

I am unfamiliar with this reaction, because I left my parents very young and thought I was very independent, even cold, and I would never miss my hometown. But I heard their dialect, which is exactly the same as our hometown, so I followed them and listened, always feeling that no matter how I listened, it was not enough. Moreover, I listened carefully to their conjunctions and exclamations, and I was very sure it was our hometown dialect, which was so pleasant.

they may be related, and they are focused on chatting, and no one noticed me following.

I followed them for so long that I couldn't help asking them: Where are you from? I feel like talking to my hometown. The other party said the place name, which turned out to be an adjacent county with us.

At that moment, I had complicated feelings including loneliness. My hometown was always in my heart, and I was far away from my hometown, or I was getting farther away, so that I could mistake the accent of Linxian people for that of my hometown.

three stories are finished.

Finally, I remembered another thing. When my brother was 4 years old, he naively asked my father: Dad, I am 4 years old this year, and you are over 4 years old. When can I catch up with you (as old as you)?

My dad smiled wryly and replied with a little deep voice: Hey, hey, you'll never catch up with me!

on February 2, 221, I recalled the past here and felt that time had polished us, which was also erosion, gift and deprivation. Time has polished our minds, eroded our physical functions, given us more life wisdom, and deprived us of the length of our lives.

There is such a poem in Nineteen Ancient Poems, a five-character poem of the Han Dynasty that cannot be verified by the author:

Drive to the East Gate and look at the tomb of Guobei.

poplars are rustling, while pines and cypresses are clamping the wide road.

if there is a dead man, it will be a long twilight.

it's never too late to sleep in the grave.

the vast yin and yang shift, and the life is like the morning dew.

life is like sending a letter, but life is not solid.

long live is even better, and sages can't afford it.

seeking immortality by taking food is often caused by drugs.

it's better to drink wine and be served with wan and su.

especially these two bold sentences above, today, nearly 2 years later, they can still have an infinite buzz with us. Also, a sentence that "best represents Tianjin people's attitude towards life" is passed on the Internet: If you don't have money, you can have fun! Have the same meaning.

Qian Zhongshu has a comment on the French novel "Madame de Sta? There is a wonderful translation of a sentence in L: Love is an interruption in a man's life, and it is a book of life for a woman (L 'amour est i 'histoire de la vie des femmes; c'est un épisode dans celle des hommes. ）。 For us, history is a macro narrative, individual life is a small page, and this smallness is also magnificent for individuals, because life is only once. Therefore, life is suddenly like sending, cherish the important people in our lives, cherish time, cherish enthusiasm and cherish ourselves. This is our respect for life.