Song Ma's little embolus died, and the little girl's head disappeared. Song Ma was very sad. When Song Ma and Eiko were looking for the little girl's head to rest, they saw someone buying a kind of food called "snowballing", which was to cook yellow wheat, wrap it in brown sugar, and roll it in mung bean powder. It was delicious. Unable to find the little girl, Song Ma rode away on a donkey. Through the childish eyes of the protagonist Eiko, it shows the joys and sorrows of the adult world to the world, and there is a kind of innocence that can't come out, but it tells the world complex emotions. Looking at "Old Things in the South of the City", I feel a little warm in my heart, because I have rarely seen such exquisite things, because she does not deliberately express anything, but calmly depicts the old Beijing in the eyes of a child one scene at a time, just like life is talking about itself. It's so easy, gentle and gentle, so pure and indifferent, so long and lasting, so full of fireworks, but there is no pursuit of fame and profit.

—— Some thoughts on reading Old Things in the South of the City

I finished reading Old Things in the South of the City intermittently, and the scenes were intermittent.

The faint words were quietly revealed, without deliberate carving, and slowly flowed into an unfinished poem. I saw old Beijing in the 192s, the alley in old Beijing, and the children's innocence in the alley. This kind and sincere little girl bid farewell to her childhood when her father's flowers fell, but her childhood was like a mystery, which remained unsolved in her simple world with the passing of some people and things.

Eiko's world was pure and beautiful, and she never locked her mind. People of different forms and confused things wandered freely in her childhood.

Eiko's eyes were transparent. She doesn't look at the madman Xiuzhen in Hui 'an Pavilion with colored glasses. Only she understands the truth of the madman and that there really is a "small laurel" who was born when the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. She gave her watch to Xiao Guizi, because Xiao Guizi can see the time to come home with it. This simplest and most simple way expresses Eiko's seemingly illogical wish, but it is so reasonable.

It is doomed that Eiko will have an indissoluble fate with Xiuzhen's mother and daughter. The little Guizi found by Eiko turned out to be her good friend girl. Since God has pity, why did he urge the relatives who care about each other day and night to recognize each other, and finally let the rain ruin the dream of reunion? By the time Eiko wakes up from her nightmare, she has moved. The sound of the train must be so heavy that she can't move out the memory of this seven-or eight-year-old child.

No matter how transparent her mind is, she can't see the right and wrong in this complicated world.

"I can't tell the good from the bad."

Yes, in Eiko's eyes, there are so many people that it's hard to tell them apart. What's the thief like? Maybe the bad guys should look different from the good guys! Can the thick-lipped young man I met in the wild grass be counted as a good man? Otherwise, why did you book a "let's go to see the sea" date! The smiling man wearing a straw hat is so kind after asking for the bronze Buddha. In Eiko's view, it is naturally a "good man". When this disguised "plainclothes son" solved the case, in the end, the young man who didn't look like a thief became a thief, and he could only become a bad man under the guidance of everyone. Eiko, good and bad, good and evil, right and wrong, what do you see? How did the thief come to his unfinished business?

Too many confused Eiko couldn't find the answer in her childhood: Why did Song Ma come home to be a wet nurse? Why did the money earned go to others? How did the little embolus die? How could the little girl give it to others? Finally, Song Ma rode home on a donkey, and she wanted to live their lives with her yellow teeth. Yes, life still goes on. < P > Childhood can't go on! The oleander has fallen, Eiko has grown up, and she can no longer be a child ...

The faint words are not faint, but they have a sad taste, which lingers in that long time. Thinking in silence, I can't forget the confusion and sadness. Air-dried into a childhood knot.

Hope to adopt it.