Da Mei said ｜ Jianghua

Early summer. Li Jianlai

At the entrance of the subway station, there is a very common early stall, selling porridge and eggs. Early, a very ordinary middle -aged husband and wife were black and strong, with traces of wind and frost. Two people cooperated with tacit understanding, busy silently, men made eggs and cakes, and women played porridge. The cool wind was quiet in the morning, silent.

One day, year. The subway station came and went, and hurried. Solding the mix trees at the entrance of the subway station, the cold, the summer, the wind, the wind, the snow, and the snow, and the snow, the snow, the snow, and the snow, always standing there quietly. The interesting thing is that early stalls are between the two hibiscus trees. When the hibiscus tree blooms, it is beautiful. When I came from a distance, I saw the stalls in harmony with the flowers and trees in the early days. Often, the woman of the porridge loves a pale purple hibiscus. The beauty is also beautiful.

One and a half hours later, the mouth of another subway station was out. In the season when gardenia blooms, there will be an old woman in a moon -white shirt with a smile and sitting there to sell gardenia. Gardenia flowers are placed in a very ancient bamboo basket, white and refreshing, like the old woman's smile. There is also a kind of kindergris with her hair and eyebrows beside the old woman. She is sitting in a wheelchair and smiled. Looking at the flowers quietly, watching the old woman, and pedestrian.

The old woman and the old man lived in the alley near the subway station. They had small yards and raised a yard gardenia. The old woman was carefully picked into the bamboo basket. It was not really selling flowers. It was pity. It was a pity that it was a pity that it was better to let more people smell the fragrance of flowers. Furthermore, you can push the old man to go around, look at it, and disperse. Some pedestrians squatted down to see the flowers and chatted. A series of laughter was brighter than gardenia. The old woman refused to collect money and pushed it. Most of the bamboo basket gardenia flowers were sent out like this.

The most nostalgia and most look forward to the hibiscus trees and gardenia flowers are most nostalgic. Such a scene is a beautiful trip by subway. One and a half hours of drive didn't feel tedious. This is probably when you meet a beautiful and quiet picture when you go out in the morning.

Sometimes, the crowds of crowds in the subway are not only impatient, but they will think of rural poetry -like documentary "Fruit of Life". Slowly tell the usual life of a couple in the form of narration and monologue, and the bland life records. Such bland and usual, but seemed to walk into a fresh and quiet poem.

"The wind blows the leaves and falls, the leaves are fat, and the fat soil is rich in the fragrance of fruit. Tired of tirelessness, not slow." To put it plainly, people are in response to the process of nature, slowly growing, blooming slowly, slowly withered. One rush, the taste of life changes, not mellow.

Naturally, grass and trees, years, life, life ... this is the same, the world is beautiful and nothing. (Geng Yanju)

【Edit: Wang Yujin】

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