Childhood bathing memory

After watching this film late at night, I realized that I seem to have forgotten the memory of my childhood in the bathhouse. At that time, we all went to the bathhouse to take a bath. Every Friday afternoon, I stared at my mother and waited for my mother's order. It seemed that the auspicious time had come, and my mother stood up and took out the small basket for bathing and put in all kinds of shampoo and shampoo. Soap. Clean bath towels and a change of clothes. Mom put her in the bike basket and put my bath tub on it, and when it was bigger, I replaced it with a small bench. There were so many bathhouses at that time, and I always looked forward to the fate of Linxing to meet classmates in the bathhouse, because only there could children play with water unscrupulously. Go inside. Get a lock and key at the counter and lock your clothes in. Lifting up the heavy leather curtain, the dense water vapor greets us into another world, where the fragrance of various toiletries is mixed, the dense light shines on everyone, everyone is naked but politely chatting, the people at that time It's so close. Adults take their own showers, children run in the bathhouse, the sound of the shower head, the sound of slippers stepping on the water, the sound of children howling because of shampoo getting their eyes hurt; it is a unique symphony in the bathhouse. . The women washed their hair back into a semicircle, and their wet hair fell obediently to their waists. They were beautiful at that moment; the children couldn't bear the pain of rubbing their backs and twisted like a loach, they were suffering at that time. , the only expectation is to buy a bottle of ice-cold drink at the counter after the hot air, drink it while walking, and laugh at my wrinkled palm after taking a shower. Such a memory was locked into the cabinet together with the clothes. The clothes had already gone, but the memories remained there. That's right. We looked up at our mother, who was cast a yellow circle of light by the dim yellow light bulb attached to the ceiling, and the angel was no more than that. We grew up in the bathroom as if we were doing a task and let the water wash over us roughly, often yelling because our mother accidentally broke into the bathroom. After all, the bathhouse has been eliminated. After all, that time has been too long for us...
Turn off the shower and put a bucket of water on it, let the cold enamel bathtub wrap our body, let the heat evaporate the troubles of the day, think about the past how we "bath"

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