Prose: Memory of the City

Prose: Memory of the City 1 Chongqing is the city where my home is located. She is a this beautiful city with mountains and water. She has many names, Mountain City, Fog City and Bridge City. She is also one of the three furnaces and has many memories.

Chongqing is the youngest municipality directly under the central government in China, with the largest jurisdiction area. It has a population of over 32 million. The main city is full of high-rise buildings and busy traffic, and it is also a modern metropolis with perfect functions, which is very prosperous and beautiful.

Chongqing has many characteristics, such as: night view of mountain city, spicy noodles, Chongqing hot pot, Yangtze River cableway, mountain city army … beautiful scenery. There are also many Yangtze River Bridges and Jialing River Bridges in Chongqing, which span the two rivers and bring convenience to Chongqing people.

Ciqikou, located in Shapingba District of Chongqing, has the memory of Chongqing. Before Ming and Qing Dynasties, Ciqikou was famous for transporting porcelain. This name with Chongqing dialect is also derived from Zhuan Porcelain. There are many snacks, traditional buildings and so on. Those chefs who sell snacks all have their own unique skills. Those are ancient memories to be passed down.

Chongqing's hot pot is also very famous. You can see it anywhere in Chongqing. Chongqing people like to eat hot pot and love to eat hot pot. During the holiday, I invited a few friends to eat hot pot in groups of three or five. Chongqing people like to drink beer and hot pot. Usually, you have to have a good drink, and then you end up in a noisy hot pot restaurant.

There are many bomb shelters in Chongqing, because Chongqing has also experienced disasters and vicissitudes. During the Anti-Japanese War, Japanese fascists bombed dozens of times every day. Every time they bombed indiscriminately, Chongqing people could only hide in the air-raid shelter, because many people died of lack of oxygen. In summer, people like to have fun and play in the air-raid shelter because it is very cool inside. The bomb shelter is one of the important symbols of Chongqing.

In the eyes of Chongqing people, there are many choices for breakfast, but most people choose noodles. Eat a bowl of spicy and refreshing noodles in the morning and feel refreshed all day. In the morning, even a small storefront of several square meters is crowded with people inside and outside the store, and sometimes it is crowded into the street. It's all for that bowl of delicious noodles that Chongqing people like to eat.

Chongqing, the city that raised me, has many memories, and she has experienced hardships like people. She has her own different culture. Chongqing deserves our Chongqing people to know about her, and we also hope that friends from other places can know more about Chongqing.

Prose: Memory of the City It has been thirty years since I left my hometown. I didn't feel anything when I was young, but as I grew older, my inner emptiness became stronger and stronger. Especially in the past few years when I worked in Beijing, I always felt that I had nowhere to go.

Walking in a familiar place and seeing a strange feeling, I don't know how to express my complicated and tangled feelings. The once cordial homeland is no longer felt, and it is somewhat strange. Too long, I can't go back to the past, and I can't go back to the feeling of being born and growing up in this city.

More than 30 years have passed, and none of us know what kind of life journey each other has gone through. Just keep those distant memories in my mind. What a wonderful childhood, even the unhappiness we had, has now become an interesting topic to talk about. Innocence makes people read their youth experiences long ago.

When I was a child, I liked to play with my classmates. Girls and boys will get along well. We really need to grow up slowly. Everyone has his own future, his own destiny and his own way of life. Separation is inevitable. The earliest students who left high school joined the work without graduation; Some of them left as soldiers in the middle of their studies, and some of us continued to study after the college entrance examination. Just like dandelions, we fly out together and fly to different places.

Walking in this once familiar and now unfamiliar city, hometown is just an exciting term. My relatives and friends and my life in 2 1 year have been recorded in the history of this city, and naturally it has become an unforgettable memory for me.

At that time, the teacher in charge of the normal school asked me personally, "Where do you want to graduate?" I told her without hesitation-my wish; When my parents asked me, "Where do you want to work?" My answer is firm: "It's far from home."

In fact, I began to hate this city at a very strong age of love and hate. The dirty air and disturbing environment it left me, subconsciously, seemed to have a distance from it, which made my heart feel refreshed. Although I still have a simpler idea to leave it, in the end, my most childlike and immature desire is shattered. At that time, although I often felt lost, my soul was flying in the air, and the pulled thread was still in my parents' hands. When I still encounter setbacks and difficulties, I will go back to my hometown and get infinite strength from there, just like the giant Antai. However, with my parents gone and my home gone, I lost my traction line, just like a kite with a broken line.

In fact, I was very frivolous when I was young, so I chose to fly away without scruple. From that moment on, I lost my soul's habitat, and my heart began to drift like a body.

I wonder who will understand this feeling, and who will be like me? Wandering people, the kind of pain that can't be expressed in their hearts-the soul wanders in boundless space. Since then, in the depths of my soul, I seem to have been fleeing the city and escaping unbearable pain.

How many memories a city has, whether it is joy or torture, only your own heart knows.

Some cities leave you beautiful memories, some cities leave you romantic marks, some cities leave you dreamy memories, and some cities leave you endless reverie.

Looking back at the cities I have passed, whether it is the prosperity of Beijing, the beautiful scenery of Guilin or the small town where I have lived for a long time, I can't keep my heart. Wandering seems to spread the wings of the soul, even if it stops, it will not last long.

My sad city, my hometown that will always be in my memory, has too many traces that I can't erase.

I think it takes courage and frankness to reopen the forgotten memories. Especially the reflection on one's own life choices and the repentance for parents' affection.

If, I can only say, what would my life be like without my willfulness thirty years ago and my persistence in staying away from my relatives and friends?

I believe that at least, my parents are still alive, which will make me feel at home. Warm, at least my soul is not lonely and wandering. ...

Everything becomes impossible. There is only one-way ticket in life, we in no way back. Looking back, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, where is the homeland?

I don't think anyone can understand my feelings. For my relatives, my hometown, everything I used to know but I'm not familiar with now. ...

Prose: Memory of the City 3 Looking for the hometown of Hongyan, there are plum blossoms, ancient Diaoyutai, fragrant flowers, and a monument that stands tall in history and turns into the eternal fragrance of Long song.

China is our great motherland, with a land area of about 9.6 million square kilometers. It has a vast territory, a long history, a large population and rich products.

Chongqing, referred to as "Chongqing". It has a long history here. I have lived in this city since I was a child. This beautiful city has a nickname "Mountain City". Speaking of mountain cities, people can't help but think of working people's "mountain cities helping the army." They are not real soldiers, but they live like non-soldiers.

Chongqing is called a mountain city because there are steps everywhere and the roads are not so smooth. Always like this. Many heavy things need to be moved to other places, so we need our unique "soldiers" to carry them!

Chongqing has another title! It's called Du Qiao. There are many large and small bridges in Chongqing, which add up to hundreds. I live by the Yangtze River and visit along it. You can also see the Jialing River. Chongqing is the most beautiful in the evening.

Street lights are on, neon lights are flashing, and all kinds of car lights, bridge lights and room lights are on. It constitutes a unique night scene in Chongqing. That's a beautiful word, a beautiful article, beyond description.

Of course, after living in Chongqing for so many years, my memory of Chongqing is not only these, but also the special food of Chongqing!

When it comes to Chongqing's special food, it's just scratching your head and you can't finish it for hours. It can be said to make your mouth water. But this time I want to introduce the most characteristic food in Chongqing-"hot pot"!

Chongqing hot pot, that's, chinese odyssey, the taste is really overbearing! Hot pot is spicy and delicious, which represents the warm and hospitable character of Chongqing people. No foreigner comes to Chongqing and doesn't eat Chongqing hot pot. After a busy day, people came to the hot pot restaurant and ordered so many special dishes. The oil in the pot is boiling and burning. Put all the dishes on the table, whether they are cold, fried or stewed ... just cook a pot, which is spicy and spicy. I drank two bottles of mountain beer, a bowl of white rice, and had a special meal in a hot pot restaurant, which was a complete meal!

If you are hungry at night, you can also go to the roadside stall to buy barbecue, as well as Wanzhou grilled fish, night beer and various characteristics. Chongqing cuisine is worth having!

Chongqing is a beautiful city, which has recorded various cultural styles and delicious food ... I will keep the memory of this beautiful city in my heart.

I love my beautiful city-Chongqing!

Thesis: Memory of the City 4. Because grandma Lin's house leaked water, I later moved to the landlord Li's house.

The landlord Li's home is not far from Grandma Lin's. There is a deep alley about 100 meters north of Grandma Lin's house. Go in from the east and walk to the end of the alley. The westernmost is the landlord Li's house.

The landlord Li's house is a big yard with its gate facing south. There is a heavy bronze knocker on the door. It's far from the door, so you can see the main house of the landlord Li by turning a corner.

The two rooms on the west side of the gate face south, and there lives an old barber. This house used to belong to the landlord Li. The old man with a haircut was a servant of the landlord's family when he was young. During the land reform, the government allocated these two rooms to his family.

After the reform and opening up, the landlord Li was still unconvinced and wanted his house back. It is said that in the 1980s, the landlord Li went to court to fight a lawsuit, but the court did not support his appeal.

When I first arrived at Li's house to ask about the house, Li asked me my last name, and I said my last name was Ge. I asked him his last name, and the landlord Li played word games with me and said his last name was "Eighteen Sons".

I said, "Your surname is Li!"

Landlord Li asked, "How do you know my surname is Li?"

I said, "I just read Yao's novel Li Zicheng, which contains the sentence' Eighteen children are sitting on the table', so I judge your surname is Li."

The landlord Li gave a thumbs-up to show his admiration.

The landlord Li is tall, hunchbacked and blind in one eye. According to himself, one year during the Spring Festival, the unit issued new year's goods and some electric firecrackers. He set off firecrackers on thirty nights. He lit a fire, set off firecrackers, Qi Fei, his eyes were blown to pieces, and then he disappeared.

The landlord Li is over 80 and refuses to accept the old age. He wants to lead us young people. I deliberately didn't give him the chance.

At that time, CCTV seemed to broadcast Jin Yong's The Condor Heroes every night. We students stay up late every night to study by ourselves, and when we come back, we will read and sleep. The old man dragged us to watch a TV play. I'm not going.

First he pulled two students opposite me, and then he pulled two students next door.

One day, he put a pear on my desk. When I came back, he said that this pear was for me, and others gave me one to eat. So I ate it.

Li, the landlord, finished eating pears and said, "Xiao Du and Xiao Wan come to my room to watch TV every night, and now Ah Si and them also come to watch it. The condor heroes is really good. Come and watch with them tonight! "

I said I didn't like watching TV, for fear that I would become addicted to it and affect my study.

The landlord Li's plan to lead the youth was not fully realized at last, and he left in despair.

The landlady is more calculating than the landlord. Her two sons and a daughter are both in this city. One son is a doctor in the hospital.

When her second son came to see her, she said, "Your eldest brother, you came two days ago. No, he bought two more broadsword fish. "

Hearing this, the second child knew that his mother was hinting at his filial piety. Said impatiently, "I know, I know!" " "Chatted for a while and gave her 20 yuan when she left.

When her eldest son came to see her, she said, "You are the second child. You were here two days ago. You don't want it. He forced me 20 yuan. "

The boss also knows his mother's meaning. When he left, he gave 50 yuan to save face.

When her daughter came to see her, she said to her daughter, "Your brother came two days ago, one in 50 yuan and the other in 20 yuan."

My daughter was not fooled by her. She knows her mother too well. When he left, he said, "I'll pick you up at this time tomorrow to take a bath in the bathroom!" " "

The next night, my daughter came to pick her up for a bath. She hasn't had dinner yet. She said softly, "Have you ever had an overnight meal? If you haven't eaten, just eat a little here. "

Her daughter has the same personality as the old landlord, and her temper is hot: "What stove! I haven't eaten yet! "

The landlady is still whispering, "What are you talking about, girl?"

The daughter replied, "I told you yesterday that I would take you to take a bath tonight!" " Now people have closed the toilet, and you haven't had dinner yet! "

Finally, I don't know if they took a bath. Neither mother nor daughter will be happy that night anyway.