Text|Han Shuxia
It rained last night, which made the hot summer a little more refreshing. Wake up in the morning, go for a walk, can’t help thinking like this. After washing up, I went downstairs.
There was some standing water on the ground, and the leaves of the trees became greener and greener, and the cicadas seemed to enjoy the coolness after the rain, and they shouted louder with a long tone.
Across the road, I glanced at the familiar alley, and always felt that something was missing. Oh, by the way, there used to be a couple here who sell soy milk here every day. 50 cents a spoonful of beans, the beans are soaked in advance, the grains are full, glowing and bright, the raw soy milk that was ground first is very fresh, go home and boil it in a pot for a while, the pure white bean juice exudes the original flavor The bean fragrance is so delicious that I want to drink it after a sip, so their business is also very good, and every time I come to buy it, I have to queue up. But for some unknown reason, the familiar figure disappeared. Looking at the empty alley, my heart was also empty. I wonder if I can still drink this good soy milk in the future.
After taking a few steps forward, I found that the original “Guoshang Travel Agency” had also been changed into “Yixing Food City”, perhaps due to the impact of the epidemic. There is also a shop that specializes in breakfast, and the porridge is very special. I have been here a few times for morning exercises before, but now it has been changed to a “pizza shop”. Alas, I couldn’t help sighing: it’s not that I don’t understand, it’s that the world is changing too fast.
Entering the park, I found that it rained last night, and the locust rice fell on the ground. It is said that this locust rice can be used as a dye. There were several trees in the yard of my hometown. They are growing well. When they bloom, there are bees flying around. Every summer, people come to the village to collect locust rice, and the father-in-law climbs the ladder to pick the tree. Because of the demolition, the yard no longer exists, the Chinese locust tree has been removed, and those memories are gradually blurred. Now, when I see the flowers falling all over the ground, I feel a little disappointed in my heart.
Time flies, and everything around is changing silently. Plato said: “It is impossible for a person to step into the same river twice, and new water flows through every moment.” Eternity is synonymous with change, but why do I always miss the passing memory, the lingering memory in my memory good? why?
One Point Yuhe Weilan