It is difficult to get through the Shu Road and go to the sky; The corridor is difficult, but the Shu road is difficult.

On Sunday, Xiao W invited me to his house to play, so I went downstairs cheerfully. Unexpectedly, this seven-story building has set up layers of checkpoints.

The corridor is narrow and dark, and there are few places where light can be seen except for a few dazzling beams of light that occasionally come in from small windows. At any time in broad daylight, you can only see it roughly.

I stormed up to the second floor. Just then, I heard a door ring, and then several women's voices appeared. As I slowly went upstairs, the sound became louder and louder. I looked up and seemed to see two figures crawling towards me. When I looked intently, I saw two girls in their twenties, talking and laughing side by side, coming downstairs. I went up and they came down, so we met in the middle of a flight of stairs. I tried to get through a gap, but the two of them stood in front of me like a wall. I am neither left nor right, I can only hope that they can make a gap. So I waited and waited until the flowers faded, but they were still laughing and ignoring my existence and never letting go. "You can't help side by side? The corridor is already very narrow. " I mumbled secretly. After waiting for a long time, the two men still did not move, still talking and laughing. So I finally gave in and retreated to the corner of the stairs. Strangely, I thought they were all settled, but at this moment, they moved, only to find that they were still talking and laughing, coming towards me, looking directly over me and coming down. Watching their still twisted backs disappear into the darkness, I can't help but sigh, "This is the real internal strength!" "The so-called" constant should change "and" destroy people's hearts without fighting "is exactly the case. Is this "one person keeps it, and ten thousand people can't force it"?

I dodged the first level and rushed to the fourth floor in a few strides. At this time, I smelled a thick soup. I was intoxicated with it, and another pungent smell of smoke rushed directly into my nose. This is the smell of coal-burning stoves! I am surprised that someone is burning a stove in this dark and narrow corridor. Perhaps-out of curiosity and worry, I followed the smell of smoke to the door of a family on the fifth floor. I saw a stove. There was a pot on the stove. The soup outside the pot was very thick and smelled of smoke. I came to the stove in pain, only to find that there was another pile of honeycomb coal on the stove. The distance between the coal and the stove is so close that it shows how close they are. However, they accidentally collided with the spark of love, and the consequence was an evil wind. I shivered unconsciously and went upstairs carefully.

Finally, it's only half a floor away from Xiao W's house. I strode up excitedly, but accidentally slipped and fell at the door of Xiao W's house. When I got up slowly, it didn't surprise me: my hands were covered with sawdust. I took a closer look and found a big wooden plane behind me. I don't know who shaved the wood and didn't even clean the floor. How wicked!

Finally, I finally rushed to the door of Xiao W, filled with emotion: the corridor is difficult!

Urban management = bandits?

On the street, there is a big jar of debris scattered. Among the fragments, it is a crushed sweet potato.

The jar was full of people, and everyone thought, "What a pity!" But the owner of this jar is nowhere to be found. Was it taken away by the city management? Maybe he is still crying at the moment!

Seeing this sad scene, I seem to see the faces of those urban management personnel in my mind, which must be very similar to those two small officials in the illustration of Shiquguan! Maybe more fierce. The same chengguan wears glasses and is gentle, but he is more unscrupulous than Zhang Fei when he starts work.

When I was a child, in my impression, the urban management department was like the wolf in a fairy tale, because every time I saw the urban management coming, the vendors got up in a hurry, ran around with things and shouted, "The urban management is coming! The city management is coming! " If you can't run fast, you will leave the stall and fly away. It's really slow, and it will be blocked by a few big men. Finally, the big man will throw the hawker's belongings on the car, and the dust will disappear, leaving the hawker alone to suck the dust raised by the car and look helplessly into the distance. ...

When I grow up, I know that urban management is also the government's law enforcement team, which is used to maintain the image of the city. Speaking of which, I can't help but feel funny. Maintain the image? When they are doing so-called "maintenance", they don't know that their violent behavior has further damaged the image of the city. When foreigners come to Yichang, if they see vendors all over the street, they may think it is a local feature, but if they see government departments in uniform dragging their feet and swearing in the street, they will not look on the bright side, but will only think that the quality of people in this city is really low.

It is undeniable that urban management has maintained the cleanliness and spaciousness of urban streets, but can't their law enforcement methods be changed? It's just procrastination, just chasing, just cursing ... This will not only get the recognition of the citizens, but also get the understanding of the vendors, which will further worsen the contradictions and seriously affect the image of the city. Really, if all people see all day is robbery or even smashing things without showing their certificates, they will only unconsciously think of two words: bandit and robber.

Be civilized, urban management department. Don't you think the scene where a group of hawkers are running in front and selling desperately, and several big men are chasing after the ground is very similar to the scene of "monster" arrival in Japanese cartoons?

Rule the country by law and serve people by virtue.

That old lady

The wind in January is blowing unscrupulously. Walking in the strong wind, you will feel that there are thousands of needles stabbing your face and bones. This also forced everyone in the street to lock their hands in their pockets and walk with their necks constricted. This is a unique figure coming into my field of vision.

In the window of a garbage room, an old man looked into the garbage room with a wooden stick with a hook in his left hand and a huge gray snakeskin bag in his right hand. Maybe it's because of the cold, maybe it's hunchback, and her figure is like a shrimp. This is when she put her left hand into the garbage room and threw it with a wooden stick with a hook, and her head almost went in. After a while, the hand came out, but there was nothing on the stick. I saw her turn around, put down her stick and bag, still hunched, her hands folded and rubbed hard. Only then did I find that she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket with numerous patches, and a big hole had been broken in the sleeve of her left elbow, revealing ugly gray cotton. Her hair is messy, tied behind her head with a yellow bag, and the front is covered by more than half, leaving only brown cheeks. She rubbed her hands like a dead branch, with a few thick veins standing out on her hands. ...

After a while, she got into the window of the garbage room again. This time, she simply threw the snakeskin bag aside and put her right hand in. She seemed to find something, but her hand was not long enough, so her whole left arm reached in, and her right hand grabbed the garbage window, and her body was twisted. There was a rustling sound in the garbage room because of the big movement. Hearing this sound, she leaned more and more hard into the window, so the garbage room made a louder "rustling" sound.

"Why? Take out what? Take out what? Too dirty! " Just as the old lady extended her upper body almost completely to the window, a loud and sharp voice came. So, the old lady took some time from her busy schedule, drew her head back and looked back. I saw a middle-aged woman with a brown coat and a juryman face coming towards her. The old lady didn't care, so she turned back to pay the money. At this time, an unexpected scene happened. The juryman woman pulled the old lady out of the window like a radish and pulled her back hard. Of course, the old lady couldn't afford this small one, and she quickly stumbled backwards. She lost her footing and the middle-aged woman began to shout again. "Don't pay, don't pay, you still pay, it's really dirty, are you disgusting?" Huh? "I saw the woman shaking her head violently as she spoke, her hands in her waist, and she looked fierce and vicious. At this time, the old lady stood firm, looked up and seemed to whisper a few words. Obviously, some words are too small to whisper. Suddenly, the woman jumped up and grabbed the stick from the old lady in a hurry. The old lady tugged at it, but she couldn't beat the woman after all. The stick was snatched by the woman and thrown high over the street wall. " I told you to pay, and I told you to pay! The garbage room is so dirty, it's all you people! Get out! "The old lady's mouth seems to have moved a few times, smaller than before." Get out! "Cried the woman again. So, the old lady really turned and left. Walking towards me, I clearly saw that her mouth was still muttering, but I couldn't hear the sound. She looked back again. The woman was still standing behind with a straight face, so the old lady had to walk away slowly.

The north wind blew the old lady's messy hair more disorderly and flew over her head. She was as weak as a shrimp and was quickly swallowed up by the crowd. ...

water

"Wow ..." An old faucet was twisted to the limit by a boy, groaning and spitting out running water. When the water hit the pool, most of it immediately splashed on the land by the pool and soon disappeared. -The faucet in this school.

At the same time:

A broken sun hangs in the sky, the sky is yellow, and the corresponding ground is yellow. The north wind blew, bringing up a gust of yellow sand. On the other side of the yellow sand, there seems to be a pair of figures, arranged in an orderly way. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a dozen old farmers, one by one with a small bucket in their cracked hands, standing next to a small well in turn. Looking into the depths of the well, the water waves that are waiting hard are flashing. -This is the scene in the northwest.

"hey!" The little boy tried his best to lift a mop to the pool and use it to resist the splash of running water. The spray suddenly splashed more crazily, went around and fell on the boy. The boy smiled. In the laughter, we saw that the water was so pure that it kept rushing to the mop and splashing in the air. In the golden sunshine, the water is golden.

Also under the scorching sun, in the northwest at this time, several people stood behind the team standing in a row to draw water. At this moment, a woman is drawing water. She slowly shook the bucket down, and when it appeared again, there was already half a bucket of yellow, dense liquid in it. At the same time, the woman's eyes stared at the liquid tightly, as if to lock the liquid with her eyes and prevent it from flowing a drop. After scooping up, she put the bucket on the cart with her hands, held it with her hands, put it on the cart and left. On the way, she turned her head every few steps, every time.

Looking back, the little boy who washed the mop has lifted the wet mop and left. When he got to class, he put the mop in a big bucket, and the water immediately overflowed from the bucket.

It is hard to say whether the mop in this bucket overflows more water or the yellow liquid in that bucket is less. ...

Familiar strangers

On the way home, a familiar but unfamiliar figure appeared in front of my eyes-it was the figure of a student. I don't know why, that tall figure, fluffy hair are familiar, and that big gray schoolbag, I always feel that I have seen it somewhere.

So, I started searching in the memory bank. Sure enough, there really is. That's Song, my childhood playmate. I spent my whole childhood and primary school with this boy. He is two years older than me, but he has a lot to say to me. When we were young, we used to race in a small yard on our own tricycle. Whoever won would get a beer lid from the other side. So, when everyone is resting at noon, I always hear two hateful children quarreling in the yard, and sometimes even scratch their arms for a glass bead. He is older than me, so naturally he often wins. ...

A little bigger, playing football has become popular in hospitals. Big brothers and sisters often show us the skills of playing football, which fascinates us (in fact, in retrospect, the so-called "skills of playing football" is just a small skill like a hook). Therefore, we are willing to keep the goal for them, and we are infinitely proud of it. On one occasion, the two of us finally played the main force, but we hurried home after just playing for a while-the rearview mirror of a car was broken by Song and me in a fight, so that that night, when I was sobbing at home, I heard the same sound next door. ...

How many spring and autumn we spent together in the hospital, eating together, watching Altman together, secretly making a fire together, and going to the gym together ... In those days, we were undoubtedly the happiest until Song entered junior high school.

Today, Song, which I haven't seen for many days, appears again.

I'm going to rush up and sneak up on him or blindfold him. But when we get closer, we don't know what to do. I walked up to him carefully and stole a look, only to see many strange marks on my familiar face. "alas? Is that you? " Song saw me and said hello lightly. "Yes ..." I tried to squeeze out a smile, only to find that my mouth was stiff. "Are you a sophomore?" He asked symbolically again. "yes." Let me give you a brief answer. The joy I had before was completely gone. Now, I just feel embarrassed. So, we never looked at each other again, although we walked side by side to the same yard.

Four years ago now, we may be busy with a four-wheel drive race for two people.

Repressing experience

I had nothing to do during the May Day holiday, so I hung out with some classmates. In this way, I wandered into an alley.

This is a street corner alley, both sides of which are tightly clamped by dilapidated concrete buildings. The alley is very narrow and deep, winding between several broken buildings. Looking up, there are cobweb-like wires hovering overhead, and there are several "noodle shops" set up with sheds, in which some men in suits and ties are sitting on slippers, women in pajamas are smoking cigarettes, and some young men in strange clothes. There is dirty water and garbage on the ground, which is boring. And in this alley, there is a facade that looks very hot.

It is the facade that my friends want to bring me-Internet cafe.

The facade is small and there is no obvious plaque. The glass door was half open and half closed, and children my age came in and out one by one. I finally joined the ranks and stepped into that door with trepidation. Looking around, dozens of computers are crowded in a small space of 70 to 80 square meters. There is no light in the room, the only light source and the only vent-a dirty window. So, the air in this room is disgusting. Through the fluorescence emitted by the display screen, I found what childish, tired and empty faces were radiated. This space is silent, no! There was silence, except for the click of the keyboard and the slight rotation of the machine. This reminds me of the mortuary. The people here are different from those lying in the mortuary except those with no white cloth on their faces.

Occasionally, a few pupils watching others playing there cried excitedly. After a long time, the so-called "network manager" couldn't sit still and drove them out, and the morgue was quiet again.

At this time, my friend has been checking out the bill for the proprietress for two hours and handed me a crumpled sign with "056" written in colored pen-this must be my phone number. So, I also picked a "bed" position, lying stiffly, as if covered with white cloth. ...

An hour and a half passed, and I finally couldn't stand the depression any longer. I called my friend and quickly escaped from the "morgue". Then I gasped and exhaled the long-lost air. At this time, the expressions of the companions were still stiff, and their pale lips turned "What are you doing out?" ? Boring ""No, no, there is an absolutely interesting place, "I said quickly." Let's play basketball! "Look, the partners still just stand:" bored ",and then turn around and enter the door again. ...

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I said goodbye and walked to the basketball court where there were few people.

No one noticed a white sign hanging on the door-"No minors allowed".