August old prose

The arrival of August was in the euphemistic season of early autumn, when the climate in Wucheng changed from the hottest to cool. In the afterglow of the sunset, there are fewer and fewer bare arms, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and the nights seem to be getting longer and longer. It's just that the aunt who sweeps the street still gets up early, dresses simply and works hard, which makes me suddenly realize the city's dependence and attachment to a person in a fresh and comfortable moment.

In August, the city looks exquisite, and the lively scene of moderation and depression has passed. The rest of the days seem to be abandoned by someone and their popularity is exhausted. The air is foggy, the street view is blurred, the construction site is moved to the street, and the construction workers are walking in the noisy street, which makes people mistakenly think that this is another huge temporary work place. In cities, the life of roads is particularly short. Anyway, the roadbed extends in all directions, and where to repair it is unknown.

Road shuttle, people's homesickness is in the corner of the city, the spread of roads is mostly endless, and people's homesickness is also misty. I remember there is a place called Jiang Yan Road, where there are no tall buildings, short and old buildings and bright oil-green street trees are arranged in turn, and street scenes decorate the sky. Passers-by miss the street view, which is an antique and dizzying place. Also in early August, I happened to find that place by bus No.248 in the city. Looking for unexpected, and the resulting bright and dark thoughts, modest and gentle feelings, is the most beautiful heart.

There are few grocery stores by the river. In the weather in early August, there were not many open doors, and most of the windows were unlocked, which made people confused whether they were ordinary residential buildings or shops. The old man hunched his back and walked under the lush buttonwood leaves. Behind him is a thick shadow, lying between the low house and the telephone pole, dotted with silence. The old man may be returning to the shop on the road. When he turned around, he walked into a mottled door. The door frame opens and closes stubbornly, and the voice is crisp.

Tired, I also found a small shop facing the street and sat down. Antique benches, long cicadas and cool air make people feel no heat. It's just that the doors and windows of that shop are always dark and no boss comes out to say hello. It seems that at the moment, I am the only one in this road and this city, a shop. Yellow leaves are flying in the wind and the sun is shining on the roof. It's still early, but people feel very quiet.

The city scenery in August is sometimes really strange, and the streets and alleys along the river road immediately become lively. It feels like waking up from a sleep among a large group of people. Curiosity is inevitable, and there is also a feeling of sighing like a lifetime ago. The appearance of seasons is most obvious in the stream of people. She told people who were in a hurry to stop and learn to wait quietly, even for one person and one place. Anyway, only she knows.

Too many words to wait, the story will become more sensitive and special. It is said that the former residence of celebrities lost in downtown was still intact 10 years ago. Unfortunately, due to the traffic, there are only a few illegible stone tablets left. For old buildings, people's regrets are particularly weak. There are many people who keep the old buildings, and there are many people who regret it. In the end, they can't keep the old days. Of all the people, only the elderly can really stay in front of the stone tablet. Looking back carefully, in the eyes of the younger generation, it is just a piece of scrap iron.

After the beginning of the solar term in autumn in August, the city was covered with rain, and the quiet city began in the rain, which led to a lively style. People with umbrellas are going back and forth in the streets. China people's greetings are extremely unique, and the unknown flat tongue festival shuttles through the rain. The excitement brought by sound to the city is jumbled. For a limited number of protagonists, it is staged in turn, and there are always some people who are familiar with each other. Ordinary people have many feelings, most of which are thin and cynical. It is estimated that only three or two drinks will calm the mood.

Relaxed people shuttle through the streets at night, no matter how late; Shy people rush home, even if they see the night fire of stained glass, they won't miss it. The night market in August is a mess. Compared with busy main roads, it seems that any alley may become a night market and a colorful and confusing place. The biggest difference between the city appearance during the day and the city appearance at night may be the night market, where all kinds of people get together, eat, drink and have fun, and show their magical powers. The taste of Jianghu is very strong, and the taste of ordinary citizens is also very real.

Stir-fried rice noodles, cold noodles with saliva, even roasted eggplant and kebabs, the people who do this business may always be one person and the same kind of people. However, the taste experience is always the same, draft beer, low wooden stool, high decibel sound, diners come and go. The night is unpredictable, and it is those kinds of people who guard the business stalls. Some people are familiar with the vagueness of the night, some people like the complexity of the night, and some people crave the obscurity of the night. How long does it take for customers and guests of all colors to quietly come out of the dark and enter a clear artistic conception? From now on, we will never forget each other.

Therefore, the night city after bowing its head and the night city after waking up always seem to happen in a dream, which makes people confused. The days seem to be getting shorter and shorter. Only from the afternoon 14, lazy people will be conscious and have a taste. Although the temperature in the afternoon of August has gradually become unsuitable for sleeping, people are not used to going out early and returning late, but only a group of people seem to have stepped out of the old artistic conception, looking at the silent city and making a gentle whisper.

Someone told me that it is because I like it so much that I am obsessed with it, and I will face a city that scoffs at my heart but pretends to be unwilling to accept it. Probably Wucheng is such a place. Although I know that many people died in Wucheng, some people lived alone and some people were disappointed. Anyway, it is inevitable that time will be wasted. I'd rather waste my time in this city. Living alone in this city is like disappearing in silence.

After mid-August, the days are numbered, and I almost forgot whether it will be muggy or rainy after beginning of autumn. In fact, after the 20th, the weather became more gloomy and cool. The lawn outside the community, the lawn mower coming and going, collected piles of dry vegetation, and the air was often filled with fragrance. More than a decade ago, the wide ridges and rice fields in my hometown smelled like this at this time. The role of the reaper is mostly an old role.

Somehow, gloomy weather makes people feel nostalgic, and gloomy sky is probably similar to people's sadness. The city in August is so round that people who walk slowly seem to never keep up. Young people are looking around, very lively; The old man is at rest now, a hidden time. ...