The water sellers in Syria left a cordial and human impression on me. What I can't stand most about traveling to Syria in the desert is the dry and sultry climate there. The water you drink instantly becomes a string of sweat, dripping from your forehead.

Because of this, there are all kinds of water sellers in Syria, no matter in the streets or lanes, day or night. They sell fresh juice instead of syrup and ice water. The most common are orange water, lemonade and radish water.

These fresh juices are very cheap. For example, a glass of juice squeezed from four fresh oranges costs S $7.0. A glass of radish water made of five radishes costs S $9.0. According to local people, these fruits are abundant in Syria, and the price is cheap because they are produced more.

What impressed me most was not the cheap and delicious juice, but the water seller.

In order to attract customers, Syrian water sellers try their best to decorate their stalls. I remember a seller of orange juice. Round oranges were piled as high as hills. On the "Orange Mountain", exquisite plastic flowers are everywhere. From a distance, they are colorful and compete with each other. Another seller of radish water folded fat and big radishes into strange patterns, which made people stop to watch. This view, of course, is about to "ruin money and kill people."

The loveliest are some water sellers who play flutes. They either stand in the shopping center or on the side of the road, hanging a giant aluminum pot shaped like a gourd, holding a flute in their hands and putting it to their mouths, blowing out one song after another with faint resentment. When you pass by him, he will tell you with his eyes, "Come, come, have a drink on such a hot day!" " "Can you resist this temptation? Soak in the soft sound of flute and drink the cold limewater poured out of aluminum pot, and you will feel your whole heart cold. After drinking, when the cup was handed back to him, he couldn't help saying, "Have another drink. "

People who sell water are very human and inexplicable. Not far from my hotel, there is a lemonade vendor. The vendor is a young man with a childish face. He sells lemonade at 40 cents a cup, which is sour and strong enough. It's a wonderful product to quench your thirst. When I pass by there in the morning and evening, I always stop to drink two large cups, twice a day, four cups, plus outside, a total of eight cups. On the third day, he said to us, "You don't have to pay for drinks at night. Anyway, I have to close the booth! "

After listening to this, I thought I had strayed into the "scholar's country" in "Flowers in a Mirror", but when I look closely, I am just a modern water seller-a smiling Syrian water seller. ...

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