Chapter 8 road to eye

There is a foreign girl who has been in China for two years. She has never visited the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, Oriental Monte Carlo, or Oriental Venice. She seems to have no interest in Chinese new literature and art films. However, she especially admires Chinese children, saying: They are so beautiful. Ah, especially in winter, cotton jackets, cotton trousers, cotton robes, and burqas, all of them are short and fat, and they stagger around.Oriental eyes are born well, and the child's little yellow face especially shows the magic of the magical pair of hanging eyes.I really want to take one back to Europe!

Serious-minded compatriots feel that she treats the future master of our country as a toy, and her words are obviously insulting to China, so it is necessary to protest to the embassy.Those who like to make jokes can also say haha, saying that if she wants to bring a child with Chinese blood back, it will not be difficult. After hearing what she said, although we had different reactions, we couldn't help but turn around and look at the Chinese children. We never felt that there was anything special about them!People in the family are annoying, but I am used to seeing them and I don’t think so; the family members are cute but valued, and we often have to wait for outsiders to tell us before we know.It’s true that flattery is unacceptable, there are too many shortcomings that we are eager to make up for, and we should concentrate on absorbing harsh advice in order to warn ourselves, but what’s the point of living when you’re sweating profusely all day long and scolding yourself for being damned? ?It's good to choose the gratifying place to have a look.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.We go from home to office, to school, to a small vegetable market, and walk a mile a day. After ten or twenty years, there are still thousands of miles. If we walk through that street every time, it seems to be the first time. It's like knowing the way, seeing everything feels new and strange, so you don't turn a blind eye, it's similar to traveling thousands of miles, why do you have to cross the ocean? There are many things to see on the street.At dusk, a rickshaw was parked by the side of the road, and a woman was sitting on it, holding a net bag with persimmons in it.The coachman squatted on the ground, lighting the oil lamp.It was getting dark, and the lamp at the woman's feet gradually lit up.

The style of the stove for roasting yams is very similar to that of yams in a dull earthy red color. Small restaurants often cook pumpkins at the door. Although the taste may not be good, the hot smell of melons and the bright red color give people a feeling of warming the old and the poor. Early in the morning on a cold day, there are often people squatting on the sidewalk lighting a small stove, fanning out billowing white smoke.I love walking through that smoke.There is also the same fragrant and warm choking smoke in front of the coal car gate.Most people don't like the smell of burning charcoal and matches, milk, and cloth, but it is a bit arbitrary to call it a coal smell or a cloth smell.

The person sitting on the back of the bicycle is most likely a handsome young woman, or a child, but the day before yesterday I saw a postman in green riding a bicycle, carrying a little old lady, probably his mother?This scene is very touching.However, the era when Li Kui carried his mother on the road is over after all.A mother is not used to being flattered, and she is somewhat embarrassed.She sat with her feet dangling in the air.His face was full of guilt, like a poor relative sitting on a mahogany high chair, facing the wind and smiling with his mouth open.His tongue was cold from laughing.

Someone installed a red light on the wheel of a bicycle, and when riding, he could see the red circle rolling, which was extremely beautiful. On the shop window in the middle of the night, the branches and branches of the iron fence are intertwined, and the air defense paper strips appear underneath, yellow, white, and transparent, pasted on the glass to form square grids, oblique grids, overlapping, deep like ancient windows. Separation and curtain. The shop had been closed for a long time, the lights had been turned off, the fur coat had been stripped from the wooden mannequin, and she was turning inwards with her bare back.In fact, there is no need to be so polite and cautious, because even if you face the outside, it will not arouse the thoughts of night travelers.It was so crudely made that even the face, hands and feet exposed outside the fur coat were useless.I saw a clay bust of Laurel Hartai in a small suit shop in Hong Kong. Not only did it not look like it, but it was also very vulgar, especially the fat bluish-white face.The models in the Shanghai suit shop are not good either. Under the expensive fedora hat is always the smiling face that seems human but not human.That is an insult to human beings, a more serious mockery than wearing a monkey crown.

If I can sculpt, I am willing to develop in this direction.Window display is a work of great interest because there is still drama here. (In the Middle Ages of Europe, every festive season, the church must initiate performances to worship God. The initial religious dramas were very simple, without dialogue, and actors dressed as characters in the Bible wore golden robes and posed gracefully. , standing still. Changing postures every few minutes to form another stage pattern called tableau. China welcomes the gods. The performances on the pavilion must have been sung? However, it is purely for tableau There may also be some nature.)

The function of the window is nothing more than to stimulate people's desire to buy.The common problem of modern urban residents is said to be the excessive expansion of the desire to buy.If you want to buy all kinds of unnecessary things, you will want to spend money for money, and you will not hesitate to do evil.But the shop window is an irrational accessory of an irrational social system.But putting aside all theories, this kind of street art, no matter how aristocratic, does not need to spend money for visitors, and it is a good policy to enjoy it without spending money. Four or five years ago, at night in mid-winter, I looked at the shop window on Joffre Road with my cousin. Under the neon lights, there was a wooden beauty with a slanted face, a slanted hat, and feathers hanging slanted from the hat.I don't wear a dress, I don't know how to buy hats, and I don't want to buy them, but I still look at them with envious eyes, shrink my neck, put my hands in my pockets, point my nose and chin, and breathe warmly on the cold glass. Sprays pale flowers.It seems that the market has been depressed recently, and the storefronts on Xiafei Road seem to be greatly diminished.Even if you have the scenery of the past, you may not have that kind of interest, right?

I like the green cloth curtain in the window of a barber shop, under which there is always a little raccoon walking around, even when it falls asleep. The western tea and food shop next door is rolling with machines every night, brightly lit, making pastries and candies.The smell of eggs and vanilla extract lingers until dawn.Sitting behind closed doors in a metropolis where bills come from the sky, it seems a little unreasonable for us to enjoy this fragrance without coming to collect the bill.Our neighbor's cake is more fragrant than delicious, you will know it after eating it.Most of the world's affairs are such that the cakes made in this way are far inferior to the cakes in production. The essence of the cake is all the burnt fragrance during the baking period.Those who like to be taught can find lessons here.

When I went to the street to buy vegetables, I happened to encounter the blockade, and was imprisoned a few feet away from my home, so far away that I couldn't see it.In the sun, a maid tried to break through the line of defense, while struggling, she shouted: It's getting late!Let me go back and cook!Everyone laughed.A Cantonese woman selling rice sitting on the street said to her son: It's okay to see a doctor, but it's not okay to cook.Her voice was flat and solemn, and she seemed to be very satisfied with everything. It was the tone of a junior foreign language textbook, but for some reason, it made people feel uneasy in her ears, as if there was something in her words.Actually not.

Standing in front of the hemp rope, under the bamboo fence, about ten feet away from me, there was a man in black and a black fedora hat. He was short and reminded me of Bao inquired in the illustrations of Xie Puchao's novels.From the other side of the hemp rope came three men in bunts, with their chests upright, their leather shoes slapped and they were able to pass freely in the blockade, no one was ashamed not to keep their chests up, they walked so slapped two of them had already crossed the line , the remaining one suddenly approached, took the arm of the man in black, familiar and natural, and helped him over there without saying a word.The other two of the three also beat up, grabbed the other arm of the man in black, strode forward, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.This is the first time I have seen a robber catch with my own eyes.The arresting room also felt that this scene was too tense. In order to tense the scene, they specially sent more than a dozen armed policemen to the scene to suppress it.I would also leap forward at the sound of gunshots, prostrate myself on the ground, to avoid stray bullets.However, they only looked at it from afar, but they couldn't see the dark atmosphere of the demon atmosphere. After expressing their disappointment in Shandong dialect, they went. The air relaxed, and everyone talked about it.The delivery man leaned on his bicycle, turned around and smiled at the rice seller: "Where can I get away!"Once something happened, Huaying Graphics would hunt around everywhere, nowhere could he get away!Then he smiled at the charter driver: "It was only a little bit that two of them had already passed by, and this one just saw him!"He said again: No one noticed him after standing here for a long time! The charter driver sat on the pedal, smiled and folded his arms and said, "There are so many people here, why don't anyone be caught, just him!" The gloating, boring roadside people are pitiful and cute. The woolen sweaters of the women on the road, because the hands are in the pockets for a long time, falling down, the front is stretched, but the back is shrunk, and the back is very unsightly. Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.The term passerby is a catchphrase in the United States that specifically represents ordinary people.When journalists advocate or attack something, they often point out passers-by: even passers-by know that what passers-by know is often what passers-by never dreamed of. When looking at people on the road, people will inevitably have to look back, so they cannot observe them calmly.It is also easy to make them submit to being watched and not dare to look back.There are very few people in the world who see their feet from the head, and the flow goes down; they see the head from the feet, and the flow goes up.Ordinary people have this self-knowledge, so they can't help but look you over quickly from head to toe several times, and they or they will feel uncomfortable and lower their eyes.There is another way.Just looking at their feet is enough to make them panic.Are their shoes on backwards?Are the shoes visibly made of fake leather?Feet a little out of character?Li horoscope?When I was young, I heard a Hefei old lady describe her experience of beating wolves in the countryside, saying that wolves have copper heads and iron backs and legs, so the head and back are full of resistance, only the four legs are useless. Also focus on the lower extremities. There is a military camp nearby, and I have been working hard day and night to learn how to play the trumpet, but so far I have made little progress.It is said to be a distressed, grinding sound, but I don't find it annoying.Great music is independent of the world, and all perfect things belong to the superhuman realm. Only in perfect art can the tired human element, which is busy all day long, find a moment's rest.In unskilled crafts, there are struggles, anxiety, confusion, and adventures, so the human element is particularly strong.I like it because there are people in it who are ready to come out.The same is true for the tones of the huqin for beginners.He is good at playing the huqin, and I also like to hear his tentative and intermittent babbling when he tunes the strings.Beginner Lafan Yalin is an exception.That sharp, jagged sound was really like killing a chicken. One night while walking on the desolate road, I heard a song about fried gingko: fragrant, fragrant, glutinous and glutinous.It's a teenager, and it's still a little rusty to sing, and it's not catchy.I can't forget the long dark street, the child guarding the pot, squatting on the ground, full of flames.