The community is a hospital affiliated to the factory, with more than a dozen old and new six-story buildings. This factory was originally moved from Shanghai in the 1960s and 1970s, so you can hear Shanghai dialect like "Alanong" casually.

It's fairly wide between buildings, but the road into the yard is a bit narrow. Living on the old roof, about 50 or 60 square meters, indoor terrazzo, ivory floor tiles on the balcony. All three rooms face south, and each room is more than 10 square meters. The kitchen is on the balcony. It is full of golden sunshine when the sun is shining during the day, and the moonlight at night is also wonderful. The glass window of the balcony where I live is not tight. It rings when there is a slight wind, and creaks when there is a strong wind. It is very cold in winter, but it is not hot in summer. The corridor is dark and dirty. The windows are all wooden windows, and some of the glass is filled and some are empty.

There are not many grass trees in our yard, most of them are Ligustrum lucidum, several poplars, Ailanthus altissima and pomegranate ginkgo trees, and the rest are small pieces of grass and Chinese rose, and then there are a few scattered trees planted by residents on the first floor. There is a ginkgo tree downstairs next to the aunt's small house built by sundries. In autumn, the leaves are golden and slowly fall to no leaves. At this time, it is early winter; In spring, it grows new leaves like goose's feet and spreads gracefully. Privet trees grow sparsely between roadside and buildings. According to an old lady, this tree is about 8 years old. In spring, when other trees are flourishing, Ligustrum lucidum begins to grow new leaves. Since April, some old leaves have inadvertently lost three or two pieces, and new green leaves have also increased. The trees in May began to sprout buds, strings of green and white rice grains; From the end of the month to June, the flowers turn white (four flowers), and the core is yellow, which is a light beige color of a tree from a distance; If you drive, it will be hay. Walking under the tree, the fragrance is rich, and from a distance, it is full of flowers, lively or a little lonely.

There are four or five rows of privet trees outside the gate, which are close together, but they can't open, but they are somewhat wronged. People move stools under trees, mostly playing chess, playing cards, holding children and chatting. The road will be widened this spring, and all these privet trees have been cut down. I miss them very much. I like their four seasons of green and a bunch of fruits.

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Inside the bus stop sign is a pine tree with a white tile table hanging next to it. There are blooming Dalian flowers (a small pink morning glory), and some gray vegetables grow taller and bigger than those in Ye Er, because no one picks them. Wild flowers such as shepherd's purse have been blooming for a long time, and they are not so eye-catching. It wasn't long before they were demolished because they were located next to the outer wall of a unit.

Just a few tens of meters ahead, there is a 50-year-old elder sister who repairs cars and shoes and sells sorbet: she is not tall, with a slightly tanned face, big eyes and a round face. She likes talking and laughing, with a bright voice and a serious attitude. She said: the stalls at home are all repeat customers, and it is convenient to set up stalls.

I often see a dark, thin and short old lady sitting under a privet tree five or six meters away from her with a small stool without talking to her. The old woman has short hair, slightly curly lower part, big eyes and nervous expression, and several teeth have fallen out of her mouth. You can tell from her appearance that she is an eccentric person. She wore several layers, her coat was white and her pants were all black and blue. My elder sister said she was so thick, I wonder if the old lady was too hot. She said she was a mother-in-law, and she was awesome. She is not to be taunted. When she said this, she was a little anxious and angry, mostly because of housework. The old lady is not deaf. She can hear everything she says. Sitting there, her eyes seemed very focused. She looked at the road and the sky. She doesn't ask anything, but she is worried about eating. She had a bad temper and ran away. Look for her everywhere every time. Afraid of throwing it around the old lady's neck, she brought a card with a contact number on it.

The eldest sister's grandson is one year old, and the little guy is very cute, better than his parents. When praising the little guy, the elder sister looked at her grandson with loving eyes and smiled. Every time I pass by, I like to chat with my sister. Doby, the little guy, has the job of mending her zipper and sticking her shoes. I am used to talking to people, and that kind of greeting usually feels warm.

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On a weekend morning last October, I went to the market to buy food. On the way, I met a young woman pushing a tricycle to sell sheets, quilts, pillows and bath towels. Stop, I'm choosing a light purple pillow towel, and another tall woman of about 50 years old is coming to buy it. She chose light blue plaid sheets, and she said she liked plain ones.

At this moment, a phone rang her mobile phone, and it was a boy's slow voice: "Aunt, where are you?" Auntie, I miss you ... Auntie, my clothes are short. You, can you buy me a new one? Thirty dollars will do. "She quickly replied," good boy, I'll pay the bill. Ok, I see. Do your homework well! Listen to your grandmother. " My aunt's eyes suddenly moistened. The young woman and I are both a little confused and don't understand why she is sad.

My aunt folded the list and paid the money before saying, "Hey! 15 years ago, my brother's wife divorced my brother. At that time, my nephew was only over one year old. This is all for my brother's garbage. I do not blame her. My brother and daughter-in-law left another family. The man divorced, took a girl, and she gave birth to another child. It turned out that the factory could still spend money. Later, she was laid off, with only a minimum living allowance, regardless of other people's homes. The child has been following her, and the dozens of alimony that the younger brother gave his nephew didn't take a penny. It is also difficult for children to be jealous. " After a pause, she added, "My brother is not decent, but I pity my little nephew and often buy him food. But my sister and brothers just wouldn't let me, and threatened,' If you dare to buy anything for that boy again, you three should be careful'. For this reason, my father and I were both beaten by them. You said, are you angry? The child is innocent, my nephew is really poor! " Suddenly she shed tears, which made us feel sorry for her and her brother! exactly ...

The wind blew off a few leaves and landed quietly on the ground. The weather was slightly cold. Aunt has tears hanging on her face, and her foundation is flowing on her face. She sighed and rode north. After buying a pillow towel, I went shopping. But I can imagine how difficult it is for the sixteen-year-old boy to live with his grandmother.

Silaowu

This house is an old house on both sides of a main street in the opposite town. It has the characteristics of seventy or eighty years. The scarlet letter above is "develop the economy, ensure supply, forge ahead in unity and achieve greater victory in serving the people". It has a distinct sense of the times. The house is used as a shop, with everything from department stores to fertilizers and pesticides. The whole building is old, which is in sharp contrast with the two-story building of the town residents. Behind it is a new building with more than 20 floors under construction, which is not comparable at all. I can only look at it quietly and sigh.

Doors, windows, bricks and roof tiles are all old colors, and the walls near the doors and windows are painted with a layer of white ash, which looks neat. The couplets posted in the Spring Festival are still there, with some colors and celebrations. Some Christians posted such couplets: "Thousands of families are happy, God is kind, and thousands of families love their Lord." An Ailanthus altissima tree in the south of the shop bears numerous yellow-green pods, and a row of poplars in the north is tall and straight. A middle-aged man was also curious when he saw me photographing this old house. There is a black dog lying on the ground at the door. It looks at me kindly and curiously.

On both sides of the street are the locations of the township government and other units. The old house and the whole street really don't fit. I was afraid that they would be demolished one day, so I took these photos as a souvenir. In fact, I like these old houses and brick doors and windows. They bear the weight of time and history, as well as warm and cordial memories, so they show their vicissitudes and loveliness. I remember an English writer saying, "If a building stands for a long time, it will become prose."

Vukaka

I don't know the name of this great white dog. I met them every morning when I passed the fitness square. It was tied to the velvet tree by its owner with a soft leather rope. On the left is a dancing woman.

I'll get familiar with it slowly. I used to touch his head and neck several times a day, and he enjoyed it. Before I found it, it had started shaking its body and wagging its tail.

It barks at people it doesn't know, regardless of their size or gender; Or another dog is teasing. It keeps barking, leans forward and holds its head high, as if to say, "Look at your dirty things! How beautiful I am, how tall my skeleton is, and how white my hair is! " It's a good thing anyway. Don't just stand there.

Now its shaved naked body has just begun to grow long hair, and it looks less "embarrassed". Imagine, if there were no Mao Mao, which animals would look good? Later, I heard the master call him Kaka, and I followed suit. He came when he saw me running, but he didn't see him this year.

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For a long time, the unit repaired the heating pipe, and no one pulled out the weeds under the poplar. As a result, poplar seedlings, large and small, grew up one after another and felt full of vitality for a time.

Small saplings gathered together in groups, and I only felt the joy in my eyes. I don't know what others think; But I know that they may not be cut down by people or wait until winter, but I know that tenacious life always grows like this.

Among them, there is a Datura stramonium with white flowers, with lush foliage and graceful flowers, which is quite pleasing to the eye. I remember writing such a tree in 2004 and describing it to an old friend. He also likes such lovely plants. Now people don't know where they went, leaving only a few ancient poems blooming alone in time, year after year.

I remember that there are also many wild Datura stramonium on the roadside of the crematorium, which are full of white flowers in summer and spread all the way, becoming a landscape; Now my father has moved to the grave and buried with my mother in Weihui Phoenix Terrace Cemetery. Those white flowers are only remembered occasionally. To tell the truth, I don't want to touch their beautiful flowers for ten years, not because they are poisonous.

When I came home two days after the start of school, poplar seedlings and Datura were hoed off, leaving only a clearing.