? "Grinding scissors-kitchen knife" is accompanied by this long whistle, and the sound is very pleasant! I walked out of the house with a smile. The old man looks many years older, tall and hale, hale and hearty, with silvery hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He is dressed in an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit with black and blue alternating with white and yellow, and he can hardly see the primary colors of his clothes. He was wearing a pair of old liberation shoes with equally white feet and a cigarette in his mouth. From time to time, "Cough! The old man is pushing a bicycle with a bench, a millstone, a hammer, a steel shovel, a water brush, a water cloth and a small pot behind him. The whole bicycle was hung up by him, and the old man pushed the bicycle and shouted in the street. Because of the need to sharpen scissors when dealing with the clothing industry, this cry has been around for 10 years, and now it has become a unique landscape!

This familiar cry can only be heard when farmers are at leisure after spring sowing and summer harvest every year. This year, I heard it much later than in previous years, and finally heard this moving cry on this early autumn morning. I have been dealing with clothes for many years, and it is always inevitable to repair pants and modify clothes for customers. This is inseparable from a good pair of scissors, tailor scissors and haircut scissors. These are all cannibals, and ordinary people can't grind them. If they don't grind well, a good pair of scissors can't be repaired. When the scissors became more and more dull and couldn't twist anything, I tried to find the old man, but I was afraid of wasting time and energy, so I kept complaining and was helpless.

? I took out two scissors and two kitchen knives that I had already prepared and stepped forward. The old man stopped the car and skillfully took off the bench tied to the frame. A long bench is full of mottled and rough hands. The old man sat on it, narrowed his eyes skillfully with scissors, gently wiped the cutting edge with his hand, then unscrewed the screw and took the scissors apart. The old man has several millstones. Every time I see me grinding them with sewing scissors, the old man always takes out a grindstone with a smooth surface and sticks a few pieces of cloth with chopsticks to grind them with water. The old man's body swung back and forth rhythmically, and a little silver hair hung on his forehead, which seemed a little thin. Sharpening a knife is a meticulous and patient job, which a rough-headed person can't do. Besides, I think the old man is the only one grinding scissors. Reasonable price, convenient use and durability.

? "Sharpen your knife to pigs and sheep" thinks that many years ago, people always slaughtered pigs and sheep every year, and that's all! It's just that the butcher in my imagination should be shirtless, shirtless and full of rage.

? Looking at the old man grinding his scissors carefully, he moved a small stool to talk to the old man. The old man surnamed Chen is 89 years old this year. His ancestors were born while the iron was hot and lived in the suburbs. Now they only come out for ten days all the year round to help some customers in need. When I am old, my descendants will not give the elderly a job to do. All the descendants went into business, but no one learned this craft. The craft of making a living in the past gradually disappeared with the progress of the times.

I am grateful to the old man for having such a sense of mission and responsibility, but I am very lost in my heart. I asked the old man, will you come again? The old man said, I will come again as long as I can walk and sharpen my knife. What a simple language, I am grateful to the old man in my heart.

? Those drifting away craftsmen, those who repair pots, hoops, umbrellas, popcorn, scissors and knives, these melodious shouts have gradually disappeared in front of our eyes and ears, and will disappear one day. ...

? The times are developing with each passing day, and some traditional crafts are gradually disappearing. Maybe this is the so-called memory.

? At this time, I hope to hear your melodious shouts every year! Sharpening scissors-kitchen knife