【Prose】 Renshou Ladder ‖ Ye Hui

Renshou Ladder

Ye Hui

In the 30th year, the rare winter is warm, and I have nothing to do after lunch. I took my parents to the city to see the lively, so I drove to the ladder that was impressive.

The ladder is in the old town south of the city, and it is up to Yishan in the urban area. Under the feet are various stores, and the discount promotional broadcasts have risen one after another. There are stalls selling manual and snacks around the street. There are not many people. The road looks narrower than before, a bit messy.

It is still the same as before. From the bottom up, along the road is a stall, shot, shot, and shooting. Various gaming music sounds from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, shrouded in the entire ladder, and the sound of music sounds like it is in progress. A event. It's just that there are a lot of people. Only a few people are playing, and there are not many people climbing.

My high school is next to it. Before the class was always attracted by the various game music sounds below. Imagine the lively scene of people's sleeves, shooting, and stealing boats. Occasionally steal your eyes. At that time, there were not many places. People loved climbing ladders. They had fun and food. They could still take pictures and hope to climb up. Everyone felt particularly interesting. At that time, it was particularly satisfied that the ladder was climbed once, as if visiting the monuments of famous victories.

Three years of high school climbed the ladder with his roommates. It was a Sunday afternoon, and it was gloomy and a little hot. Our group of eight people rushed from this booth to that booth, making trouble, laughing, chasing. At that time, I felt that the ladder was very high, the stairs were long, and it was tiring to climb up. After going up, drink ice water and eat snacks, there is a joy of victory. Take a few photos next to the stone carvings engraved with the word "Shou", and then look down, shouting twice, that is really unable to speak.

Later, in the third year of high school, in order to enhance my willpower, every Sunday morning that did not go to early reading would get up early. Going out from the school gate is half a mountainside, up the mountain along the stone steps along the mountainside, and exercising for half an hour on the top of the mountain. Looking at Chaoyang climbing to the top of the mountain little by little, sweat dripped along the cheeks, full of strength, and felt that the future was expected. Some elderly people on the mountains are usually moving slowly. Such a sports atmosphere allows the nervous learning for a week to relax and enjoy a unique and comfortable time. After exercising, I returned to school in a few minutes along the way. I did n’t panic and went back to wash after I had breakfast. The class time was just right. In the unchanged life, adding some of your own thoughts, I feel that life has waves and more passion.

Suddenly looked up, the ladder seemed to be shorter, and the stone steps were short. My son dragged my hand, pulled Dongli, and went to the mouse for a while, and went to the circle for a while, just like the former self, both excited and excited. I looked around in the surroundings, but the once bustling ladder was also down. The booth was still there. The vendors did not know how many batches it had changed, and the people who wandered them did not know where to go. Is there a better place to go? Or has the lifestyle changed? unknown.

My husband and I accompanied my parents to move up slowly at the back level. After a while, my parents looked up at the top of the mountain and said, "This is really high, there are so far!" Although I felt in my heart, although I felt in my heart If you have a loss, you should also follow the Tao, "Yes, it's okay, we slowly climb, don't worry, and don't hurry." The son was like a rabbit jumping in front of him, running away, and looking back to call us to go fast. My parents smiled at Yingying and looked at my son: "Hey, good grandson, you run slowly."

Looking down, watching the worn corner and the mottled cracks of the edges. It turned out that the ladder was older, and it was no longer full of vitality. After the time of the past, it was settled after time, and a mountain was quiet. It silently watched the corner of the south of the city and witnessed the development of the city.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Ye Hui (Language Teacher of the First Primary School of Meishan City, Member of Meishan Writers Association, Member of Meishan Society of Literature. Love reading and writing, many works published and awarded on the Meishan platforms)

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