Classic Prose: Fireworks Life

A person has lived in a corner for too long, and his heart is full of calluses, and he is numb day by day. Sometimes I forget to understand life, forget to listen to beauty, and forget the life like fireworks.

Walking alone in the alley, the moon is as cool as water, the autumn wind is slow, the lights are bright and the night is hazy.

The smell of barbecue comes to the nose, which is a very warm smell of fireworks. At the barbecue stall, three or five friends sat around the low table, a small oven, a bucket of cold beer, and smoke was like a dream. They chatted freely, talked about wine, complained to each other and talked about life. The fatigue and troubles of the day have already been thrown to the outside of the cloud nine, and the wine is half drunk, flushed and luxurious.

Compared with resplendent and brightly lit hotels, it is like Cinderella in front of a noble and elegant princess. There is no noble and gorgeous temperament, no classic and luxurious style, no singing and dancing, and no beautiful men and women. What it has is a simple, warm and sincere atmosphere, that is, the atmosphere of human fireworks attracts groups of guests.

Maybe it's my personality. I'm a simple person and I don't like those complicated things. Whenever I go to those magnificent hotels for dinner, I always feel like an uninvited guest who has gone to the wrong door, staring at the host who opened the door, so stiff and embarrassed, and people seem to have an invisible hand to open the distance between them. Apart from greeting or greeting, I feel exhausted after dinner, just like going to the execution ground.

At this time, the night market street, which had been silent for a day, gradually became lively. Under the dim light, all kinds of daily necessities are full, including clothes, shoes, trinkets, pots and pans. Clothing includes Nike, Li Ning, Adidas and Pioneer. Although everyone knows that these brands are fake, they are still full of customers.

There is no need to feel humble because of lack of money, and there is no need to feel annoyed because of the deviation of position, because these people are people who really love life. Here, you can bargain seriously with the stall owner. The stall owner is also not annoyed or angry. He always smiles and finally finds something he likes. The stall owner is also happy.

In fact, the result is not the end, but the feeling of the process is the true meaning, just like bickering with the big sister next door. The heart is warm and the spring breeze is as fresh and calm as rain.

The fragrance of snacks is scattered all over the roadway, listening to the sizzling squid on the iron plate, and the fragrance lingers everywhere, constantly emitting the temptation of warm taste buds, attracting a group of customers to stop. Every time I pass this food stall, I feel as if I have been absorbed by my soul. I couldn't move my feet in front of the food stall until the squid with strong cumin flavor fell into my hand. I will be as bright as a child who has got his favorite toy, and it will be fragrant and spicy in my mouth. In a word, it is cool!

Being infatuated with those street fireworks is the most insipid happiness. Occasionally, I take the last bus home, squat in my seat and look at the lights that are clearly extinguished in the whole city. The city flashed through the window without leaving a trace, so fast. The loneliest thing in the world is to go home by bus alone in the middle of the night. I think those women who go home by car late at night are lonely, just like the lonely sunflowers in Van Gogh's works. The car in the middle of the night is quiet and empty, not as crowded as during the day. Going home by car in the middle of the night, my heart is as quiet as a stopped clock, and I am no longer happy. Some people say: never miss the last bus home. There is a couple in the street, cuddling and making out. There are also homeless street children, with cold eyes, vaguely shuttling through the indifferent crowd, just to find a similar person.

Once late at night, a person went home by bus. In the dead of night, there are few pedestrians on the road. There are only a few pedestrians at the bus stop, waiting for the last bus home. The terminal arrived and I got off. Nanjing wonton in the alley not far away is still open. I went in and asked for a steaming bowl of wonton and wolfed it down. There is a couple sitting opposite. You feed me and feed you. They eat delicious food. What they eat is not food, but a heavy love and happiness. There is a young woman sitting next to her with a child in her arms. She took a bite and gave it to the child. The joy of being a mother is beyond words. They have different identities, but they all love this life with strong fireworks. Even busier is the boss of Nanjing Wonton, who is busy from morning till night. This is a couple in plain clothes. They are kind and honest. First, one will not become two. Their business is very good. Women are responsible for making bags, and men are responsible for cooking and collecting money. Cooperate with each other and make progress together. When no one is around, they talk about world events and smile. This is a poor couple, but they live happily. The life of fireworks moistens their love, making them the only and caring for each other.

Being so greedy for fireworks in the street and living a simple and quiet fireworks life is the profound theme of ordinary life. Don't worry about food and clothing, do what you like and love the people who love you. I think this kind of life is extremely rich, beautiful and true.

One day, I will grow old, too. Those seemingly distant days are beautiful dreams after all. That's it, together. Live a secular life like fireworks.