Remembrance of Things Past - and I have the story of Beijing
Beijing's memories about our lives is so clear and vivid. . .
Away from home, alone, outside of the day, Beijing has let me grow.
Walking in the public body in front of the wind so cold in winter to fight over, came close to being blown away. There is no warm embrace, and do not know if collected after the spot to work? Sense of loss if the lost ground stand in the wind, large and small stores have become a daily must patronize the place, constantly buying expensive clothes shoes. Favorite place is the supermarket after work to see catch on plunged in. Housewives buy ham, buy some solidly big buns, sound loud and clear appearance, I imagined her home skillet rice porridge, loudly shouting the whole family Serving a meal steaming Cyril crash scene, I want her to go He Yu. . . Stood helplessly looked on the streets of Beijing, there is always the thoughts go hand in hand could not stop every moment, in particular, want to eat my mother's Golden Mushroom warm winter bamboo shoots (not canned) tofu pot, wind a tight, rigid shell, where somersault with tears filled to overflow it with the thoughts, the falling in Beijing, Across from the neon shadow, the son of a hurry to pack then turned back to the boil a pot of good tears, thick telephone porridge, and then just a mother than I am crying may also ring ~ ~ ~
When I first came to Beijing did not seek a good home, simple carrying luggage on a daily basis in four out of five-star hotel, remember back to prop up the welfare of veterans living in the China World Hotel, the luxury suites, the tea table, glass wash basin Xiang Yan fragrance of rose petals floating in the morning to go to work every day in the elevator eyes were astonished to despise me, so I can not breathe freely ~~~~~~~ to this day still did not get to know the look like the bunch of meaningful say what!
In Beijing, the biggest gain should be learned as the model of decent places to eat with the northerners, as a huge cake, and I naturally do not like pasta, the first one to see such a big pie are surprised by the sound of a half-day can not come out of the most absolutely is Beijing's unit is on the jin, my God ~~~~~
Every time you turn around and watch Beijingers special with pride and said: get to 2 pounds! I fainted, try to figure out how his family to the prosperity of. . . When it first stuttering, as the first back to eating yogurt by immediately thrown away, Thac unpalatable, which is eat? !
Slowly slowly love it, like eating breakfast when the pizza did cut a small corner on the rice porridge Youziyouwei to enjoy, then do not think that dried hard to swallow, but also secretly learned to do fried pie, a pie cut into thin overnight silk, soft and hard moderate, first cabbage leaves, mushrooms, carrot shred spare, stand sits a shred skin of spare eggs, pour the sesame oil wok, it will turn them to the pot copy and cast cake silk, Cai Si, eggs, silk, resting on the Jiangsuanmomo, topped with a tiny little drinking water would be nausea, and then topped with sesame oil clean wok again, accompanied by a tomato egg soup, bamboo shoots soup or the opening of Loofah-yang winter melon soup or something, hee hee, extremely delicious, a few lazy slander of my colleagues want to discuss I favor several times before so that the edge of Shandong Auntie Li is to learn from:) This is another story.
Mom came Beijing Exploration me, the road brought a big bottle full of molded dried vegetable Pork mother said to hear you say that the total food in Beijing is not good, I intend to make ends meet here relied on, and then, Hou, I long to live In the second ring road in a hotel near Dongsishitiao every day outside, eat, Mom Xiangui, and bought a rice cooker on the possession of a wardrobe into the living room, coming back from work my mother had cooked porridge and steamed bread cool in the There, then a ham, bamboo shoots, steamed Egg, get some cold cucumber, dried vegetables on the smell of Pork, as if returned to the Yangtze River, back to the old days. I went out to work during the day, she went out to see the Forbidden City, to see the Great Wall, see Baita, way back a bit not knowing where to Lanes wonton skin back, brazenly stuck in the chopping board chop, do Ma rape ravioli to eat, days! ~ ~ Here is the hotel Jerusalem is strictly prohibited fireworks! In those days, the living room would become a sort of kitchen, hotel services to accompany a lady to see your mother always smile incorrigible, also bothered with us again the theory of laissez-faire attitude of the. . . Meet in Beijing, and his mother, a short day, I took her to eat I like to stir-fried cakes, and every day full of bread adorned with tenacity, we all fell in love with pasta in Beijing, especially the fried cakes, and steamed bread, every time he returns home, on the machine before I would buy the 4,5 kg of fresh cake, two batches to large bags of bread, which is my mother on the phone repeatedly explained before. . .
Recalled to Beijing, my mother always infinite vision, said: "Oh ~~~~~~ Beijing's pie is a delicious true when ah ~~~~~"
Yes, learned Chi Bing, that is, learn to survive in Beijing. I am no longer the pampered children of parents before, try to step foot to start a hard working person, a person shopping around; cold winter afternoon, sitting on Wangfujing McDonald's where ample sunshine come sway read good books has just been bought, sorption over the side like a milkshake leisurely manner; He then went to McDonald's was called in to the valley with a row of Japanese boy drag, that when we always use a white paper, in the above full of a variety of patterns and Traditional Chinese characters, we have input in love; a man ran to open a photo studio in Taipei to go shoot the luxurious wedding series, because this way, I can not hurry to get married, I can enjoy peace of mind of each one lonely but hopeful days, I you can always be that beautiful bride. I seasoned no teeth, I can still proud to tell my grandchildren: look at my grandmother when I was younger呀~~~~~~~~
Hard to forget the winter of that year, three New Year's night, I was ordered to return to Beijing, empty apartment building, too terrified even to go out, and even listening to his footsteps were scalp tingling, had to dig out from Hangzhou brought over simple drawings and a wardrobe room the size of a land of iron pipe, sitting on the carpet rattled knocked a night to drive out fear, loneliness and helplessness. . . Those growing years, like running water through it, Beijing has always remained in that one can not erase! Can not go forward!
Author: yyjane
