Tongluo Gu Xiang

Go through the antique corner and walk down the corner of the alley. Vertical red lanterns are hung outside each shop, one on top of the other. Like Sugar-Coated Berry, red lanterns are made of paper, perhaps dyed with vermilion, but the making process is much more complicated. Then write a few signs with a brush, that is, Fenghuang Tang pawnshop, Qian's restaurant, and then come to any restaurant.

It is not enough to look at the decoration outside. Every shop will put some things or potted plants or build a few stone statues outside. Don't underestimate these decorations, but they have been really refined for several years.

This alley is quiet and peaceful, especially when the sun sets, and the afterglow is scattered all over the alley, even Bai Yutang, who is sandwiched between balconies of several foreign houses in the depths of Gu Xiang, is intoxicated. There are often old people sitting under the old tree in the corner of the lane with small boards to enjoy the cool, with cattail leaf fans in their hands and radios in their arms. Hua Dan's singing was tedious and spread all over the alley. After buying vegetables from the vegetable market, the old ladies came home with a basket of vegetables in the afterglow of the sunset, humming a ditty for being happy to tell the vegetable vendor a few cents just now.

Those leather dolls in the alley have also grown up. They put on suits and spoke fluent Mandarin, and the streets were no longer noisy. The children in the alley changed a batch, and so did the leather dolls chasing after the uncle who sold fried rice cakes. Uncle, who used to sell sugar, no longer stands and sells it, and Xiao Pang can't buy somersault clouds for his the Monkey King any more, because uncle's old legs and feet are inconvenient, and there are waves and drums selling hot air balloons. There is no more hawking in the alley. But I can still hear the tofu seller shouting every morning. There are also steamed buns for food heat exchange.

The Chinese New Year will leave a lot of regrets for a group of people to grow old and grow up, but that love continues, the alley is still there, the fireworks are still there, but the old people have changed a batch and the new people have made up for it.