The memory of living in the old street has a kind of antiquity, which always makes me miss the remoteness and simplicity; there is a kind of warmth, which always makes me miss the leisure and tranquility.

——Written before: Wuxi is a modern town with a small area and a short history. However, there is a long old street unexpectedly. The old street squats in a corner, like a natural and simple line of poetry, containing a long and rich feeling.

The taste is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, silently telling his own story.

The wooden planks along the street are arranged one after another on the walls. There is no deliberate decoration, no red willows and willows, and the rough appearance has a different kind of warmth. The deep groove on the threshold is enough to prove its thickness and vicissitudes; the high eaves cannot block the old street.

People's enthusiasm, whenever there is a wedding or wedding in someone's family, people in the whole street will treat it as their own family affairs. Whoever's daughter-in-law is good at cooking will be the chef. The banquet will be held on the street, and there will be queues all the way.

; When relatives and friends from afar come, they can stay overnight on any street, and the host and guests are not at all shy.

I was born in a wooden house in the old street and grew up on the bluestone slabs of the old street. When I was young, the old street was the world in my eyes.

Some people say that the stone road is too silent. How many smiling figures are needed to evoke its laughter?

However, the impression that Yongxin Old Street gave me was mostly warm and lively.

As soon as the market dawns, there are shouts and shouts everywhere, and small vendors push small goods racks through the alleys. The sky gradually gets brighter, and the shops on the street open their doors one after another, and business is bustling; the alleys are bustling with business;

The old man who made the clay figurine at the end had very dexterous hands. When he picked up the clay, his fingers were flying. In a few minutes, a lifelike clay figurine was born in his hands. The exquisite conception and superb technique were breathtaking; the groceries seller

The stalls with jumping little frogs and barking puppies would occasionally attract pedestrians to stop... The once handsome and humorous clay figurine uncle and the elder sister who sold the jumping frogs gave me so much sweetness and warmth in my childhood!

Now think about it, people in the old streets love this kind of excitement, otherwise they wouldn’t allow so-and-so to disturb people in front of their homes.

(Article reading website: www.sanwen.net) There are times when the old streets are quiet.

On days when I am not rushing to the market, I carry my schoolbag and walk through the old streets to school, or walk home from school. I see most of the young people in the old streets working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so as to make room for the market another day.

Busy people always say hello and make some jokes about cats and dogs when they meet. People here don’t understand nightlife, so at night, the night in the old street is dark, but people’s hearts are warm.

Nowadays, it is rare to see young and middle-aged people in the old streets. Most of the ones left behind are 3861 and old people. The women have men working outside to earn money to support the family. Most of the old people have their own over-age insurance. Naturally, the old streets are no longer as busy and lively as they used to be.

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Mr. Huang Yanpei said that one person had nothing to do, counting stone slabs on the street, while two people went into the tea shop and sat there from morning to night.

There are few people with stone slabs in Yongxin Old Street, but there are often leisurely old people sitting in tea shops from morning to night. Tea shops have become a symbol of Yongxin Old Street maintaining its ancient style.

Every day, dozens of old men who get up early follow the same route that has remained unchanged for decades and go to the most familiar tea shop nearby to drink morning tea. They lick their lips and swallow the first puff of hot scented tea, which seems to declare that the content is repeated.

The day has officially begun: twos and threes gather at a table, engaging in a communication activity without a central idea, talking about what comes to mind; the introverted old man, a newspaper, a cup of tea, leaning on the old wicker chair, talking among himself in the circle

Knowing the heaven and the earth; it is really boring, shouting to build the Great Wall, stretching the muscles and brains, and there is no big win or loss. Adding a little money and a little salt is a pastime and a way to prove "there".

People in Laojie live in their own way. Life in Laojie is like the river surrounding the old street, lingering and calm... As I am busy studying abroad, the words of Laojie pop up in my mind from time to time.

In the image, the simple people in the old street inadvertently feel the warmth of home.