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Since the opening of "Dazhang Supermarket" in the southwest corner of the residence, the crossing of this alley has begun. Wind, summer, spring and autumn, rain and sunshine, until a few days ago, when I came out of the alley and saw the banners hanging from the left and right sides of the supermarket door, I didn't know that this alley has been through for ten years.
Over the past ten years, lanes have changed little. Think about it carefully. At first, there were some houses on both sides. Once upon a time, it was called the suburb of a small town because it was on the west side of the bridge now called the "immigration lane". Therefore, the first sprinkler in the small town always turns around Shilei Street, separating the front door of the county hospital which belongs to the urban area and the middle school where I work.
With the passage of time, the passers-by of the alley in front of the door come and go, deducing the scenery of "flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year". Gradually, the houses on both sides of the alley began to be renovated. First, the houses on both sides of the alley were opened a back door, cleaned and arranged, put on an old counter and put on some small commodities. Although they knew that there were a lot of goods in the supermarket outside the alley, it was also possible for them to pick up an omission and carry a small thing along the roadside. There are also some small noodle rolling workshops to provide living services for passers-by and nearby residents.
One day, people on the street demolished their old houses and developed them on some of their homesteads. Despite the inconvenience of traffic and difficulties in construction, they also erected several small buildings. Because they were their own sites and they were close together, there was no access for lighting and fire protection.
In spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are four seasons in alleys. In stores and alleys, there are stitches and needles. On some courtyard walls and beside stores, there will also be one or more pots of well-cultivated and cheap flowers and plants with green leaves and pink leaves. It is the mood of the shopkeeper and the owner, and it also invisibly brings a little pleasure to the passers-by. Perhaps this is why men, women, old and young in the past have been calmed down.
In the past ten years, I feel that there has not been a quarrel in the alleys. Even if it is a narrow road in the capital construction, it is polite. Although there are also reckless young cyclists, many passers-by are often sideways to avoid it. Without saying a word more, they can not see any disdain and contempt.
With the large-scale entry and prosperity of the market, the number of passers-by in the alleys has increased, and sometimes it seems a little crowded. Even if the autumn rain is cloudy, the quiet mood of the rainy alley in the south of the Yangtze River is rare. Never had the figure of Ai Tingting floated by with a red umbrella.
Over the past ten years, I have traveled to and fro in alleys many times. Every time I have passed, I have a responsibility and yearning for it. Sometimes when you go into the supermarket, in the early years, you are for your elders, for yourself, for your children and grandchildren, and in the later years, you will feel sad and lonely when you are short of the previous item. Sometimes I go to a hotel to help my relatives and friends and repay the past. Sometimes I stop at a certain place, besides doing things occasionally, it's also a kind of mood.
Come and go, come and go. Undoubtedly, the alley has become an indispensable part of my life. Walk down the main road and see the traffic; cross the lanes and look for the traces of the years. The couplet in The Story of the YouWindows is not easy to achieve, but as a pursuit of oneself, it should not be wrong to see the flowers blossom and fall in front of the courtyard, to leave or not, and to see the clouds rolling in the sky.
Today's big cold, the last solar term of the Jiawu Festival, is as warm as spring. TV says 2017 is the hottest year in recent years. It must also have its reason. Whether it's warm or cold, crossing the lane is still going on, all the way through, greeting people who know me, and starting a new day. As long as it exists, I will continue to walk through the lane, looking for the home and harmony that belongs to me. Hope!