has lived in the city for a long time, from the subway to the building every day, standing under the sun on a high temperature day only feels hot, but it is a barrier to the changes of seasons. One day, by the green belt of Shanggang New Village, I heard the sound of insects. crickets call, which means autumn is coming, even if the temperature is still high. But in fact, the earth's revolution around the sun is halfway through.
I remember when I was a child, every season, under the dim street lights, there was always a circle of men fighting crickets. In the fluttering fans and the lingering cigarettes, surrounded by the legs and the smell of heat and sweat, in the center of the focus of the light, on the square-inch "Colosseum", two insects lined up against each other. The men bet and cheered, the winners cheered, the losers bowed their heads, and those who disobeyed were scolded in the street.
Since entering the 1990s, I have hardly seen this scene on the streets of Shanghai. When I was in high school, the teacher taught Pu Songling "Promoting Weaving", and felt that this trick deserved criticism. It's a long time ago that I have to wait until I go to college and read "Six Memories of Autumn Bugs" by Wang Shixiang , and learn to look at the elegance of playing bugs and the closeness to nature from a different perspective.
Also in the late 1980s and early 1990s, my grandmother's family moved from the city center to Pudong. Since then, during the festivals, we went to see her, which became time-consuming and laborious. I remember that I always go out after breakfast in the early morning, take the bus to and Dapu Bridge , then queue up to squeeze the "tunnel line" to Pudong, and walk for a long time to get to Shanggang New Village after getting off the bus. It takes nearly two hours one way. At that time, Pudong had not yet entered the climax of development and opening up. The vast wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, and the weeds under the solitary telephone poles were exceedingly high. After sitting in the car for a long time, my parents wanted to relax, so they let go of my hand and I went to catch grasshoppers in the grass.
Shanghai people are called Grasshopper, the official name should be pointed grasshopper. The emerald green bug, which is only half the length of a thumb, is particularly easy to catch because it does not bounce as quickly as a cricket, and because it is easy to obtain, I like it the most.
We are all only children at our age, and we only meet our cousins and sisters when we go to my grandmother's house. When children of the same age meet, they are naturally excited to play in the green belt downstairs. We also play bugs. But not the way their parents fought, just let them climb through our stone-filled tunnels, or let them climb with us. There are two decorative sculptures in the new village. Every time I go, I have to climb, and every time I climb, I will break the new socks specially worn as a guest. The last time I went to my grandmother's house before I went to primary school, there was a hawker selling hydrogen balloons at the gate of the new village. My mother bought one for each of our children, and my cousin and I tied a grasshopper to a balloon and wanted it to fly into the air. But it touched my hand in the process of flying up and grabbed it desperately. Finally I untied the rope and put the bug back in the grass and let it go home.
Wait until after dinner in the evening, then take the car back to Puxi . When the vehicle passed through the long, dark tunnel, I felt lost, and I didn't know when I would be able to come back. I unconsciously picked the hole in my sock that was hooked by the sculpture, leaned on my mother's shoulder, and finally fell asleep. Time lengthens and shortens in this tunnel. When the bus slowly leaves the tunnel and the light comes back on, decades have passed.
Not long ago I went to visit an old actor for work, only to find out that he lives in Shanggang Xincun. It has been many years since my grandmother passed away. I haven't been to this area for a long time. Now that the subway extends in all directions, there are many high-rise buildings after exiting the station. When you walk along the neat road, where are there weeds?
But I deliberately went around the green belt I used to play with when I was a child, and the two decorative sculptures were still there, but they were surprisingly small. I was under the impression that they had to be three stories high. But in fact it is only the height of an adult. I walked over and patted the heights of the sculpture, like an old friend on the shoulder. It is unimaginable how much joy I have had when I climbed on it and looked into the distance. At this moment, there were insects all around, probably crickets, but no one caught them.
In the big cities, the generation of men who used to fight crickets has retired for many years. Their children and grandchildren are a generation that grew up with video games. The gaze of Qiu Zun , elegant or vulgar, is destined to have no successor.
used to be like a grasshopper, so some places named the boat with a similar sound. Li Qingzhao said, "I'm only afraid that Shuangxi will not be able to carry a lot of worries."Sorrow is the perception of the passage of time. Time flies forward blindly, the streets and houses are still there, but the familiar people and things inside are all old, only the insects are chirping one after another. From ancient times to the present, people have been accompanied by these small things. This is "people today don't see the ancient moon, but this month once looked at the ancient people", and it is also "if things are different from people, things will stop, and tears will flow first if you want to speak."
In the parallel space of , the balloon took the grasshopper to the sky, and on the clouds at the top of the city, it showed a small slender pointed tip, overlooking the coming and going life below. (Shen Yilun)
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