Yangqi village last fall
Xie Haitao
Always thought that he lived in the villages in the city inside. A stranger, if not lived there, how can he understand the Guangzhou?
Guangzhou, this is not Villages. Is nothing more than a few decades ago a vegetable rice fields, a forest of steel during the night swallowed, leaving a block of hard to digest bones, stems, where the city is not no village, this is a village in city. For example Shihpai Village, Yang Kei Village.
A long time, I Knock-off DVDs Yangqi village heart is filled with Chuangdangjianghu fantasy.
I am familiar with the people there, those who do not know the names of brothers and sisters, as light as feathers, was swept along by the city's air blowing, down haphazardly, with all corners of the odor, Accents South and North of the accent.
I am familiar with where the road, like yangchangzi narrow, like a forked sub-walked, landing on the lost. At night, the most worried about Jianjing strongman; in the day, be careful coquettish woman.
I am familiar with where the kissing floor, standing on two floors, as long as the mouth out, you can kiss together. Where the days high, very narrow, falling light is small; store a lot of very mixed, drying clothes on stage a lot of mess, such as the desire of the flags flying ah Gone with the Wind --
For a long time, I Knock-off DVDs Yangqi village, an inner despair.
When people in dire straits, not squandering a penny, not a swagger in the streets Akira, that the whole body are shrinking to a small inside I just want to find a place to hide. This world, it seems that only Young Kei Village, always open the door to the people.
1 yuan to spend money, be able to drink a cup of milk; spend 3 yuan money, eat a bowl of Guilin rice noodle. If it has been 300 yuan, you can rent here in the house, feeding the mosquitoes in the previous month. The number of non-native, and thus began a career in the South.
Fat Brother said, wandering out, rice is our father and mother. Yangqi village rice and soy milk, and thus, year after year to support the motorcycle guy, wild die, massage technicians, journalists, Fa Langnv, as well as future pillars of the elite and those who have no stranger.
To feed them, to see if they eat warm thinking lust, to see if they start tycoon dream, to see if they even have a spiritual pursuit, an empty bar on the video go sneak sentiment of life. Yang Kei Village, I am one with the spiritual pursuit of youth, I have been to shadow bar as much as ox hair. Those of the private houses along the street, the children filled with a slip VCD machine, a slide Knock-off DVDs children who sat wearing headphones, like the war years of the telegraph staff.
Sci-fi, martial arts, gangs, joy who is who; on the beach, Ma Ying-jeou, Once Upon a Time - it seems the dead have come back years, and a hero, and I recognize sympathetic palmistry enforcement in a foreign land. I follow their doctrine of the vernacular (in Cantonese), anger shouting "lost", to disturb people if they say "Mo that." The dead of night, they Dangling back, filled with a skull inside shots under the lights, I eat a Chicken Soup for drinking, ecstatic body.
A long time, I was wandering Yangqi village, pay tribute, where only one temple, several of the ancestral hall, two arch, self-thought insight into the rivers and lakes, to understand the lower people's lives, not easy to make money. I am not without vicissitudes of their hearts: "Autumn quietly came to my face, I have matured."
I learn the poet's compassionate tone, "in order to survive you want to shed tears of humiliation, to irrigate the orchards quiet home."
However, those who I have sympathy for the local men, Raining Cats and rubbed his mahjong, not attention to me; to those of some other place I have sympathy for women, gives the feet where the wash where the wash lightly, giving Japan unveils what is to accompany dance to accompany what is casually It seems it does not feel humiliated.
Perhaps they are not home orchard, and never do not need watering. Last fall, in the Yang Kei Village, I often caught in a sudden sadness, the way would like to think so.
Author: xht11
