A lot of details in the movie took me back to the four-nine cities more than ten years ago. Over the years, Beijing has changed a lot. I don’t know how much of the human touch is lost in this demolition.
When I was a child, I lived in a courtyard house in a hutong. It was really lively.
Everyone knows each other in the streets and neighborhoods that are pulling the Beijing film. Whoever quarrels and whoever does it knows what to eat. The kebabs with fried meatballs and kebabs will be sent to each family to eat together, and they will be sent to the bowl. The plate will not be returned empty. When I was a child, my favorite birthday was to deliver cakes to the children in the neighborhood and happily tell them that today is my birthday.
When the winter and summer vacations are over, everyone gathers around to do the winter and summer homework of the big book, play poker together when they are tired from writing, play hide-and-seek with rubber bands, and blow bubbles with the washing spirit. Dig earthworms together to find snails on rainy days. It snowed and we had a snowball fight and built a snowman in the alley.
In the hutongs, there are many walls with exposed bricks. On the walls, there are pictures drawn by children with chalks on them. On some walls, there are green creepers. There are rows of bungalows, and there is a private barber shop at the mouth of the alley, with white coats, shaving clippers and curling hair, and large sponge pieces for smashing hair. There are also private non-staple food stores wearing blue clothes, exchanging bottles for soy sauce and vinegar, and selling meat on one side of the wooden board, illuminated by red lights.
The sound of pigeons, the big bell at Beijing Railway Station at three o'clock in the afternoon, the bells of bicycles, the sound of tricycle brakes, the cries of sharpening scissors and knives, and the Beijing Evening News in the evening. The aunt of the neighborhood committee with red cuffs, the grandparents who came out for a walk after dinner, the blue and white sportswear, the white sneakers, the eyeliner, eyebrows and red lips that were unique to women of that era.
The red taxis are divided into 16 and 12. The yellow and white ones can accommodate a lot of people. The red and beige bus has a ticket of 50 cents a ticket. There are children who measure up on the door. The red line of 1 meter 1, the conductor aunt speaks very fast, and can never hear the name of the station. The bridge is also called an overpass, and the subway is three yuan per ticket, only Line 1 and 2. There are bicycles on the road, and children can ride on the beams.
The hospital is all white, with white lab coats and white masks. The doctor hangs a stethoscope around his neck and puts it into his clothes to cool off.
The lights in front of Henderson Center have not been dismantled, and there are still four roads on Chang'an Avenue.
As I write these memories, I feel a little out of control, and the water in my eyes keeps flowing like a broken faucet. When Dad saw me like this, he didn't ask me what was wrong. He swept the floor and cleaned the cup and made a loud noise on purpose. I said loudly whether he was bothered or not and told him to stay away from me. He wasn't annoyed, just smiled and said, "Look at how virtuous you are."
When I was a child, I remember that long after my grandfather left, my father looked at my grandfather's medicine in the box and cried, and he sat there alone for a long time. That was the first time I saw him cry. When grandpa left, he just didn't speak.
Grandpa has bad eyes. He went to pick me up from school. I walked up to him, and he stretched his neck and looked hard at the school gate. He taught me to memorize Tang poems, taught me to write, bought me my favorite diamond candy, brought me a big white paper stack of "southeast and northwest", and pretended to play a slide on his reclining chair in the courtyard.
I drank the same bowl of milk with my grandfather in the morning, but when I came back from school, my grandfather liked the fork, the ox tongue cake from Daoxiang Village, the cage for walking the birds, the small jar for the mealworms, the storytelling and Peking opera on the big radio, The green reclining chair and the insulin injection in the refrigerator disappeared with my grandfather, when I was in the third grade of elementary school. Many years later, I found a magnifying glass, and I put it in my secret box. When my grandfather used it to read the newspaper, I used it to roast little ants at noon.
Grandpa must be very good to his father, that's why he is so good to me, so good that I don't know how to describe it, he has no father, so I love him more.
All of the above are due to this movie called Bath.
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