One winter morning, before dawn, the old street was a little cold. The Hua Qin Hotel on the corner hasn't opened yet, but there are still some dim lights in the small farmer's market in the center of the old street. Facing the dawn of the morning, the old street slowly wakes up, lights the fireworks of the day and starts a new day.
From west to east, to the old street in the city, it only takes 100 steps to go home. This old street is too narrow for cars to pass through. Old Street used to have middle schools, primary schools, blacksmiths, restaurants, supply and marketing cooperatives, lace clubs and hotels. It is quite prosperous and is an important market town east of Xushi and north of Heshi in Changshu.
With the merger of towns and villages, the once prosperous nature no longer exists, and the old street gradually declines, like a dying old man, lingering and watching the sunrise and sunset alone. It doesn't know which day it will be demolished or even forgotten in such an ever-changing era.
Drinking morning tea is not the patent of Changshu people, but it is the favorite of Changshu people. Old tea drinkers don't require teahouse conditions, a square table and several wooden chairs; A thermos bottle and a cup of green tea are steaming, which is what we want.
The old street in Jia Gui is quiet in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. The old street lives in not fade away. The custom of drinking morning tea has a long history. Drinking morning tea here is different from that in Guangdong. It is more like a lively market, unpretentious, like fruits and vegetables naturally growing in the fields, with a strong local flavor.
The teahouse has no signboard, it is inconspicuous, the lights are not bright, there is almost no decoration in the room, and it looks very simple. The heat emitted by tea fragrance is intertwined with the smoke emitted by cigarettes. Through the gap of time, the leisurely time in the teacup clearly floats before our eyes. ...
The appearance of the old teahouse is reminiscent of an old man in a robe and jacket. The teahouse is alive and well, but it doesn't look scared.
At the first light of the morning, tea drinkers come from all directions, just like ducks swimming for tea. They often come to the teahouse at dawn, sit at the square table and start drinking morning tea all day.
The ground of the old teahouse is dark and shiny, and the diffuse smoke is frightening. He Duoling, a painter, said that this is a dirty thing, and one brick and one beam can't whitewash it. The slogan before the reform and opening up was posted on the old wall, and the surrounding walls were dim and old-fashioned. There is historical precipitation in every corner.
The water in aluminum pot boiled, and the steam overflowed. In an instant, all the teahouses were alive, and they were injected with the breath of continuing to live.
Only one person's teahouse owner pinched a handful of tea leaves and put them in the teacup, then took the kettle to pour water. Suddenly, the discerning water drew a beautiful arc and slowly poured into the teacup along the spout. At this time, tea drinkers are in no hurry to drink tea. After a while, the tea soup became thicker. They took the cup to their mouth and took a sip gently.
Although the teahouse is simple and simple, it has become a paradise for ordinary people. All the people who come to the teahouse for tea are nearby villagers, either drinking tea, eating noodles or buying a handful of fresh vegetables.
All the people who come here for tea are elderly men. They regard the teahouse as a good place to make friends or relax. Make a pot of tea, chat and stay for half a day. If you want to sleep, take a nap. Very pleasant.
Most people who come here every day are acquaintances. Even if they can't say their names, they are familiar with them. The chatterbox has been opened for a long time, and even the daughter-in-law's cooking can be talked about on the coffee table. Listening to other people's stories and thinking about your own good things.
These people may have never been to the city for coffee or milk tea in their lives, but they may have spent the most unforgettable time in such an old teahouse.
There is a saying that "one side of the soil and water will support one side." Perhaps, only the old teahouse is the best place for them to relax and enjoy the seemingly ordinary little life. I believe people here will live a long life. People often say that drinking tea contributes to longevity. Presumably, it is not only the role of tea polyphenols in tea, but also the carefree mentality when drinking tea.
As the sun rises, there are more and more pedestrians in the street. The sun shone through the window and lit up the wrinkled face of the tea drinker. Tea drinkers are still leisurely drinking tea, still so calm and carefree, facing the people passing by the teahouse or what happened, their calm expressions are like those of the outside world.
In fact, the tea in the teahouse is very cheap and coarse, but the people who drink tea don't care about the taste of tea. While drinking tea with relish, they talked about the world. Occasionally, people who come to the teahouse take out a pack of tea from their pockets and show off to some old friends: "I brought good tea today, the authentic West Lake Longjing." Then pour out the teacups distributed by the old tea and pour boiling water. Everyone tasted it and exclaimed, "Good tea, good tea!" " "
Teahouse is not only a place to drink tea, but also a place to solve neighborhood conflicts. When two families have conflicts and quarrels, they will say, "Let's go to the teahouse to reason!" "So gradually formed the custom of going to the teahouse to judge whether there is unfair.
Here, both sides can freely state the course and attitude of the incident. Tea drinkers listen to both sides while drinking tea, and judge impartially to convince others. In the end, most of them came angrily and left with a smile.
The teahouse is a memory. Chewing it carefully, the tea smells fragrant, and history quietly flows away between cups and cups ... I thought all the people who drank tea had left, but when I turned around, I saw an old man sitting alone in a corner, staring blankly into the distance. That scene is lonely. Is he reminiscing about his fleeting time? Are you thinking about his good old days? The burning smoke of cigarettes filled his eyes ... he was happy after all. Because in his lifetime, at least there is such an old teahouse for him to come here, even if it is only to recall the good old days. ...
Old street, the warmest memory in my heart. Now the old street in Shi Gui, like a dying old man, has experienced too many vicissitudes, only longing for a deep sleep. People who live here are generally old people who don't want to leave. They are nearly old, with gray hair and hunched bodies, welcoming the first ray of sunshine outside the window, which is soft and warm.
The old street is empty, people have left, and they can't go back. I'm just a modern man with a little retro. I am old tomorrow. Is the old teahouse still there? The old teahouse is a simple emotion in the depths of memory. Perhaps, one day the old street, the old man and the old teahouse are gone, but it is also a precious memory.
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