Qiu Haining Middle School winter vacation homework: Old Street Impression Composition

Old streets and alleys, as well as all ancient and valuable objects, are everywhere. For a kind of ornamental interest, there is no shortage of such a broken and depressed face. What is lacking is a complex, an idea, a simple and ancient memory component to be transmitted and displayed, a historical origin and the charm of the story. So, I'm afraid it's not enough to just use some old photos to recall and describe. Like that kind of time precipitation, the obsolescence left by years can be said to be old.

Just like an old street that is not wide, it can only be four or five people wide when walking side by side, so we have to stay inside and often measure the depth of the alley slowly with unusually narrow steps; Some cattle, horses and farmers with hats, carrying poles, hammers and nails on their shoulders, covered in mud and sweat, will soon gather into a large group and become a common symbol of the city; There are mountains of bamboo waiting to be planed and processed, which have been cleaned up. That kind of craft is now very precious and has become an intangible cultural heritage. All are "old", and what must be lost and dedicated will also be thrown into the black hole of time. Trying to show the situation through black and white photos often makes people fall into meditation. This can never be compared with the artistic conception of China's landscape paintings, because history is too far away to recall, so we have to imagine it out of thin air to get real testimony. Therefore, the aging of black and white photos can be approached and explored, because after all, many childhood impressions are to be obtained.

I am not a nostalgic person, but I like stories. About a dilapidated house, the architectural design of all-wood structure, its history and story, and its personnel changes are all anecdotal references; Or a stone, as heavy and smooth as a millstone, was once used as a whetstone. As our soldiers dedicated to the revolution sharpen their knives on the ground, they have repeatedly made meritorious deeds and won awards. Furthermore, look at what kind of farm tools, pen and ink, genealogy or the layout of the whole old street building. The similarities and differences between the exquisiteness of the past and the exquisiteness of the present are excellent comparisons and observations. With such a mark of the past as a historical witness of young people, it is natural to sigh and sigh with those old people. So it's precious. Because of the precious hoard in my heart, it's hard to say that I was disappointed and sad during that time. This treasure often turns to dust and casts a gloomy cloud, and the blank in the past can't be filled in my later years. However, these old people still need a long time to ferment, and they also need years to give them an old face and a layer of sunshine rust, which makes their impression more unique and is a growth vein that others can't touch and outline.

What I want to break into is an ancient culture, only a few hundred meters away from the dam on the south bank of the Han River, and it is still very noisy. The bicycle still runs back and forth in the morning, and the sound between the flywheel and the pedal is wide and noisy. A concrete road was paved many months ago, and it was full of potholes. Although heavy trucks are repeatedly restricted from crossing the embankment from here, some drivers risk crossing, so the road conditions are very dangerous, and people often wrestle when passing at night. In the early morning, the oblique sunlight penetrates, uncovering the hot steamer, steamed buns, and round steamed buns bow their mouths and bite people's mouths. This has been paved for a long time. Under the low eaves, it seems that you can touch it when you look up, and you have to lower your head when you go in. A chubby woman wore a greasy apron and fished noodles with two big chopsticks in a steaming aluminum pot. On the chopping board next to her, there are all kinds of spices and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. While fishing, she also shouted: I'll be right there; There is a shoe stall, a pile of shoes to be repaired, a solid wood toolbox opened, and the appearance is soaked in sweat and sunshine into black metal tools. There is an old man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, sitting on his familiar pony tie, holding a file and putting on a layer of yellow copper wire, carefully studying the big gap that will eat people, ready to bite open the upper and tie the copper wire firmly; Set up a tile shed and a bicycle shop. If a single man squats down and turns his bicycle upside down, one hand slowly fiddles with the tire, and the other hand slowly pulls out the rubber tire from the tire and presses it in a basin of yellow water to see where the rubber tire is steaming. There is also a lock shop with many original locks hanging on it. There is a face on the facade: repairing locks and matching keys, hanging on the front of that professional key matching machine with wire, and it also says: emergency unlocking. These people are all elderly, with smoky gray or dark faces, rough fingers and calluses. They are wearing an old and torn dark blue dress inside, knowing that they need to cover a light blue overalls neatly outside, but if they don't know, they will wear them until their daily assembly.

Unfortunately, there is always a sense of loss about memory. Some huge primitive objects have to be buried under the tracks of bulldozers and cranes. Demolition, resisting demolition; Go away, don't go away. This kind of sacrifice is necessary. No one can control the transformation and layout of the city through the superstructure. All desires for wealth and a better life must be met. Even though I am deeply attached to the poor and embarrassed life in the past, I still want to separate this painful cancer, put on a layer of golden decoration and bondage, and frame and shape the novel impression of this city with height and width. The old street and old house that has not entered the eyes of businessmen and the corner that has not been destroyed by the swing of interests, a primitive and precious memory, can haunt it for many days, so that those who were born and raised in the same place can still have a moment to describe and talk about it. Although, sooner or later, I will walk up a building, stand at the sharpest apex of the city and overlook the new life, observe people's new attitudes and new features, and also have new records and new concerns. I'm afraid young people who put everything on the old shoulders won't stay, and they don't like to stop and feel so sad. We will remember more old streets, and our feelings will be deeper. So sometimes I feel that there is no place to start looking back, and I don't know how to separate time, leaving a deep and wide outline; I don't know how to describe hearing. I turned gossip that was once hearsay and difficult to distinguish between true and false into some beautiful patterns and implanted them in these black impressions.