Old things in the south of the city: going back to our childhood that we can never go back.

If there is any book that can best reflect the feelings of old Beijing, besides Lao She's Camel Xiangzi, it is Lin's Old Things in the South of the City.

"Old Things in the South of the City", I think you and I are the same, and all the good memories are in that movie with the same name that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. And the familiar theme song "Farewell"-"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. When will you come here? Don't hesitate to come. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; Life is rare, only a lot of separation. "

The beautiful and melancholy melody, coupled with Li Shutong's classical poems of different lengths, is full of artistic conception and picture sense, which makes us deeply moved and sung from generation to generation.

When reading old stories in the south of the city, you might as well sing this "Goodbye" in your heart in a low voice, or turn on the speaker to play it in a loop at night. Through time, into the old Beijing hutong story.

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My impression of Beijing Hutong is limited to Nanluoguxiang. During a training interval a long time ago, I left in a hurry. In the long quiet alley, looking at the heavy door seems to tell how many stories have happened here and how many unforgettable memories remain here.

Hutong is the witness of vicissitudes and joys and sorrows. Today, Beijing's hutongs are disappearing one by one, gradually becoming rubble and ruins. Those children who grew up in hutongs have moved into high-rise apartments and lived the life of an international metropolis.

Hutong is the soul of old Beijing. There are no hutongs, no quadrangles, and no meeting language "Have you eaten?" Without Beijing rhyme, you will lose Beijing flavor, and you will not be a complete Beijing.

Nowadays, we can only take photos and videos in the few renovated hutongs. After that, I will only leave my feelings in the photos. I really hope that the stories in hutongs can be preserved forever, and the hutong culture in old Beijing can be passed down all the time.

"Old Things in the South of the City" is a trivial and warm event that the protagonist Xiaoying sees in her clear eyes. It is the relaxed daily life of old Beijingers, the joys and sorrows of the world, and the precious childhood.

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Lin's old Beijing hutong is full of steaming life.

The sun shines through the big glass window, on the white paper wall, on the three-drawer table and on the small bed. There are many tiny dust flying in the sun. Ma Song dusted the windowsill and table with a feather duster. All the edges and corners of the cot were dusted off, and the duster rattled against the railing of the bed.

This kind of dust removal method, which makes dust rise and fall, is said by Xiaoying's mother to be a rule in Beijing. In fact, isn't this also a kind of peace of life?

On days when the weather is not cold, Xiaoying and her playmates often go to the idle west wing to play. In a broken rattan box, a few newly hatched chickens were raised. Those soft yellow fluff are always pecking at rice and eating and eating.

I also saw my mother's chickens when I was a child. I also saw my mother's chickens when I was a child. It's also a goose yellow fur ball. In winter, in order to keep the chickens from freezing, my mother hangs a light bulb on the carton. My sister and I used to feed the chickens with rice grains. They kept pecking and scratching their hands.

There are many green bugs hanging on the locust tree in the courtyard of Huian Pavilion. Like a silkworm, it hangs on a tree with silk in its mouth. Xiaoying put them into empty bottles one by one and took them back to feed the chickens. When I was a child, my friends and I went to dig earthworms in the mud by the pond, which were also packed in empty bottles and taken back to feed the chickens.

Xiuzhen put the baby silkworms on the paper cup and let them spin silk on the paper. Never experienced it. I only remember that the school teacher once assigned homework for raising silkworms. What I can remember is the picture of silkworm babies eating mulberry leaves on a big dustpan.

Ma Song took Xiaoying, Zhu Zhu, his younger brother and Yan Yan, sitting on a small bench, telling stories in the shade of a big tree. The youngest Yan Yan sat against Ma Song, eating and playing with her fingers. The cozy and warm picture reminds me of the summer when I was a child in the square downstairs in the dormitory. After dinner, the partners called friends, moved recliners and stools to gather stars, recited multiplication tables, and listened to stories told by the old factory manager in the neighborhood in solve riddles on the lanterns.

Baby caterpillar in Hui 'an Pavilion, fried chicken in the west wing, cylinder head under the veranda, small bench in the shade, old locust tree, oil and salt shop, camel team and Babaomei. ..........................................................................................................

Let time pass, let's follow Lin back to the hutongs of old Beijing and recall the past in the warm winter sun in the south of Beiping. Then, we also recalled our own past in the south of the city.

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Lin's hutong life is like a nostalgic picture of old Beijing. I like Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane and Mu Xin's Once Slow. In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly, and cars, horses and mail were slow.

Lin described the breath of autumn in Beiping in his "Random Story of Beiping". Sugar-fried chestnuts, the sweetness of grapes, and the smell of barbecue. ......

"No matter which direction you come from, when you come to Xidan archway, in autumn and dusk, the first thing you smell is the smell of the street. The smell of fried chestnuts permeates the bustling pedestrians. " "Pour it in the basket and sift out the sand wrapped in sugar juice. When the package was weighed, another fragrance floated over. "

There are dates, grapes, begonia, persimmons, pears and pomegranates on the fruit stand at the corner. Grape, yellow and transparent, has the nickname of "rock candy bag". Pak Lei in Beijing is thin and tender, with no residue at all. Tiger eye, gourd jujube and jujube have their own shapes and tastes. "Begonia is half red, and pomegranate smiles to reveal a row of pink teeth."

The taste of autumn is a square table by the window, with little lights in the twilight, sitting around peeling hot sugar fried chestnuts and biting a crisp and sweet pear. The smell of autumn is the smell of home. In children's eyes, it is full of joy and warmth.

Small shops such as Han Chong, Rui Yuxing, Rui Fuxiang, Liu Biju and Youyan Store are the grocery stores that radiate warm light in the author's memory.

Gui Xiang powder in the middle of the moon is in a square box with a glass cover, and sister Guangshengxing's cream is in a sky-blue bottle, pig pancreas, oyster oil with clam shells as containers, cross-stitch thread, velvet vamp and crochet. ...

The author said that Ruiyuxing is an unforgettable store. In order to let the girls match a certain color of silk thread, the man patiently moved many small bamboo curtains from upstairs to roll silk thread. Although I only spend 20 cents on one, I will see the guests to the door. Such patient and meticulous service is still rare today.

Xiaoying's mother is good at knitting with hooks, but she can't knit with two bamboos. My mother can knit a sweater with two bamboos. A sweater of my sister's height, knitted and detached. When we grow up, we gradually get tired of the old style of hand-knitted sweaters, and we all choose to buy more fashionable sweaters in the mall. Isn't the sweater that was once put on the sofa and knitted from summer to winter, and the shot of my father holding two arms to help roll the wool ball, also my warm childhood memory?

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Hutong is a small society. In Xiaoying's mind, there are many questions about people. How to distinguish between chutian and the sea, how to distinguish between good people and bad people, how to distinguish between lunatics and thieves, why do some people call watching people shooting people, and why do some people sell fake pawn tickets to deceive people?

Xiuzhen of Hui 'an Pavilion has been waiting for her lover to come back, blaming herself for abandoning her son and being called a madman. Xiaoying likes her very much because she is kind and persistent. Xiaoying is full of sympathy and love for this girl who is forced to sing all day because she is brave and optimistic. With intuition and acumen, Xiaoying made Xiuzhen and Niu Niu's mother and daughter recognize each other. Unfortunately, fate made people, and both mother and daughter were killed by a train on a rainy night. The little red coat flashed by the well, and Xiuzhen, who was crying with a broom under the tree in the courtyard, only appeared in Eiko's dream.

A wandering man hiding in a haystack was arrested by the police for burglary. However, forced by life, he needs to provide education for his blind mother and brother, and also has the ideal of realizing his brother's overseas study. In Eiko's eyes, he is not a bad person. They agreed to go to see the sea together.

Aunt Lan was sold at the age of three, married at the age of twenty, and was driven out of the house by Master Shi, staying at Eiko's house temporarily. Clever and sensitive Eiko sensed the danger signal that her father was having an affair with Aunt Lan, and created an opportunity for Aunt Lan to get along with Uncle Dexian, thus successfully avoiding the family crisis and achieving a marriage. The last two people left Beijing together, which was a new beginning for Aunt Lan to get rid of the old shackles.

In order to avoid her husband's beating, Ma Song came to Beijing alone, and took good care of Eiko and his younger brother and sister, both at home and abroad. But when I learned that my son and daughter were dead, I resolutely put aside my troubles and sadness and went home with my husband to start a new life.

Dad, who likes planting flowers and charity, has always been very strict with Xiaoying. In the first grade of primary school, my father only got up late once, so that Ruth became one of the students waiting for the janitor to open the door every morning. Dad encouraged Eiko to "practice quickly". "No matter how difficult it is, you should bite the bullet and do it." But my father died, and I didn't see my daughter give a thank-you speech on behalf of my classmates at the primary school graduation ceremony. As the eldest daughter of the family, Eiko firmly shouldered the burden of the family.

Camel teams, pulling coal in the winter sunshine, came with slow melodious bells and disappeared in summer.

We went to Beihai to inquire about the ice surface, but our friends who took roller skates to the skating rink never met again.

These people around you all left with Eiko's childhood when they grew up. The joys and sorrows of the world, the warmth, sympathy, injustice and emotion of real life are full of children's young hearts.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the rich life world in Hutong that the author has developed the habit of thinking, shaped a brave, strong and uneven character, and enriched the delicate emotional world, which made her embark on a happy writing path.

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Zhu Ziqing once asked softly in "Hurry": "Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? "

In Old Events in the South of the City, Lin also expressed his deep attachment to Beiping: "Our childhood is gone forever."

In her view, the scenes of hutong life every day are vivid, harmonious and real life.

A set of fried dough sticks in the morning, a set of fried dough sticks with sesame sauce and roast mutton for Chinese food, and a bottle of Yuquanshan soda. During recess, boys squeeze meals, girls play with children, bamboo pens wear skipping ropes and kick money. Go to the amusement park with my family to watch "Throwing Towel Handles". Play house with the neighbor "little girl" and wrap jiaozi with silk thread. Play "eating goods" with classmates, snails and tadpoles. See peony in spring, buy tuberose flower basket in summer, take beef up the mountain to eat pine branch barbecue in autumn, and eat radish hot tea in winter night. .....

These old millet and rotten sesame seeds are warm and happy memories that can never be returned.

In Lin's Old Things in the South of the City, every sentence is endless parting, endless homesickness and unclear feelings.

Each of us has a feeling of parting, and each of us has a homeland complex. Qianshan has traveled all over the country, but I can't walk out of the river in front of my hometown or the braised pork in my mother's bowl.

Therefore, it was on the evening of the 30th Spring Festival that all China people, rich or poor, with the same sense of urgency and the same eager eyes, returned to the place called "hometown" from all corners of the world and from all directions. The moment I opened the door, my whole heart was completely put down.