At about 9: 30 in the morning, my wife and I entered from the south gate. First, we visited temples and worshipped Buddha. Then, walk to the north gate of the scenic spot, because the temple fair is in the main venue of the north gate.
Before approaching the temple fair, I heard the sound of gongs, drums and flutes, and I also heard the sound of singing in the corner. "There is a singing opera!" The wife said in surprise.
I rushed over and saw a stage full of people sitting or standing in front of it, about three or four hundred people, each with his neck stretched out and his head held high, staring intently at the stage. On the stage, there are also twenty or thirty actors dressed in ancient costumes. In front of them are two leading actors and actresses, who are singing duets. Other actors are generally surrounded by stars holding the moon. Listen to the voice, it's Lu Opera. There are three traditional Chinese characters directly above the stage: "Wen Shao Tai".
I saw many people watching the play. I said to my wife, "I remember sitting on my father's shoulder watching a drama when I was a child."
At that time, there was a stage with a high platform like the ancient city gate. A man with a goose feather fan and a long beard sat behind the high platform, shaking the goose feather fan and singing "Yi Yi Ya".
I was born in a small county in the southwest of Shandong Province. Before 1963, I belonged to Henan Province. So far, all our dialects belong to Henan dialect, so our local operas include Henan Opera and Dapingdiao. I can't remember whether the man who shook the goose feather fan on the stage sang Henan Opera or Dapingdiao. I was sitting on my father's shoulder when the goose feather fan sang "Yi Ya".
It should have been 62 or 63. It was the May 13th Temple Fair in our small county. In the evening, my father took me to see a social drama. At that time, I was less than ten years old. I was short because I was hungry when I was a child. I pushed around in the crowd and only saw the backs and legs of adults. No matter how I looked up, I couldn't see the situation on the stage, so I jumped up and down. Dad found me in a hurry and grabbed me: "Come, Saner, sit on my arm." Then, hold my armpit with both hands and slap me hard on the shoulder.
Sitting on my father's shoulder, I clearly saw the man rocking the goose feather fan on the stage. After a while, I saw a group of people circling the stage several times and then retreating.
Looking back now, it seems that I can still feel the generosity and warmth of my father's shoulders and feel that my father loves me like a mountain.
We stopped in front of Wenshao Station for a while, then strolled up along the main hiking trail winding in the north gate, looking around while walking. The hiking trail was crowded with people, most of whom were old faces. Probably like the two of us, we are both free and unrestrained. We can take a trip here to find out the feeling of visiting temple fairs as a child and increase the fun of life.
On both sides of the road, according to the regional division, there are various characteristic booths, one next to the other, countless. To describe them with cliches is really dazzling and at a loss. Especially in the gourmet area, one after another, the shouting is louder than the other.
"Jinan famous products, yellow barbecue, tender outside. "Let's have a look. It's really delicious, but I'm old and don't like meat very much
"Russian bread, three for ten dollars!" Just like the Russian bread we bought in Harbin. Dark skin and large volume. The point is that it is cheap. "Boss, ten dollars." Take it, a big bag, bulging, quite affordable.
"Xinjiang thin-skinned walnuts, big sale, ten yuan a catty!" Usually, in the supermarket, it is not less than 20 yuan. It is so cheap that you must buy it first. It tastes pure. "Boss, two pounds!" In the blink of an eye, we had two kilograms of walnuts in our hands.
"Yunnan Osmanthus Jelly is fragrant and sweet!" Come around and have a look When you punch a hole, you will feast your eyes: a big disk, layered, red, orange, yellow and green, colorful, crystal clear and moist; Cutting, each with several colors, is more attractive. It smells good, too. "Boss, two!"
I'm a little hungry. I looked up at the sky with the sun in the middle. I went to the temporary food city, bought a bowl of bean jelly and ate it next to Osmanthus Jelly. Osmanthus Jelly is sweet and sticky, and bean jelly is cold and salty. Together, they can satisfy hunger and satisfy the desire of the tongue.
While tasting delicious food, I couldn't help talking to my wife about the "May 13th" temple fair in our small hometown when I was a child, and I remembered the delicious food at the temple fair.
"Hot jelly, fried coke, baked! "This is the cry of our neighbor Fu Baosheng in Sanwan Lane. He is not tall, but his voice is very loud, and he is very penetrating in temple fairs where people come and go. You can hear his cry from a distance.
His bean jelly is a must in our small county during the Republic of China, and it is called "Fu Jia bean jelly". He has always insisted on using mung bean powder instead of sweet potato powder, so his bean jelly has always maintained a faint original fragrance of mung beans, milky white is light green and crystal clear as jade.
His bean jelly is cold and fried. But I think his fried bean jelly is particularly delicious.
Pour cooking oil into the pot. Then, put the cut bean jelly blocks into an oil pan and fry them. During the frying process, add the sauce. Finally, when the pan is ready, add the garlic cloves. When not stir-frying, cover with a wooden lid, bake with low fire and stew. Bake the crust of bean jelly slowly until brown, and stew the flavor of edible oil and seasoning into bean jelly. When it's cooked, I open the lid, and the mixed fragrance floats around, making me sniffle all the time, always trying to suck all the fragrance into my stomach. Pour sesame oil before cooking, which is more fragrant. The fried bean jelly in a small plate is tender and transparent; Trembling, but firm and flexible, piece by piece, angular. Unlike some inferior bean jelly now, it is broken into a ball in a bowl. Hot-fried bean jelly, eaten in the mouth, is soft on the outside and firm on the inside, and is also soaked with the compound fragrance of cooking oil, noodle sauce, garlic and other seasonings, which really makes people enjoy themselves.
"Come on ... (disease) start ... hot meatballs ... meatballs!" The shouts are a little hoarse, but the decibel is also very high and penetrating. This is the cry of grandpa Zhang Wenzhi, another neighbor in Sanwan Lane. He sells meatball soup. Every temple fair, he will set up a big pot in the east of Dagutou, boil the water, throw the fried mung bean powder balls in, then boil the pot, add seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and add some coriander, which is also fragrant and particularly attractive. No more, no less, a bowl of ten balls floating in the fragrant soup. Because the heat is well mastered, it is tender and not broken in the mouth, and the flavor of the seasoning permeates it. "Zhangjia meatball soup" is also a famous food in our small county.
Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi's voice "The meatballs are boiling!" In our city, it has also evolved into a popular humorous phrase of clever swearing.
Everyone said that when Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi saw someone coming, he would shout loudly and slowly: "Come on ... Come on ..." If someone walked into his booth and sat down to drink a bowl of meatball soup, he would continue to shout: "Hot meatballs!" If a tourist doesn't want to drink meatball soup, he will go straight to the booth and shout, "Cook meatballs."
In our hometown, "meatball boiling" is the first half and the second half of a two-part allegorical saying: "Fuck off!"
Everyone says Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi is very skillful in swearing. Whether Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi is clever or not, others shouted, "The meatballs are boiling!" "Everyone thinks that this man is cursing skillfully, and they can't help thinking of Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi and his meatball soup.
There are Ximenli Zangjia Braised Pork, Sun Shi Hot Soup, Nanguan Jinjia Huoshao, Dongguan Tofu and Beiguan Sesame Cake ... not only the temple fair on May 13th, but also the first and fifteenth meetings of the county every month. As long as the policy allows, these famous snacks will take to the streets to satisfy the appetite of pursuers.
The two of us had lunch in the food city and then went for a walk. After a while, we saw a booth selling needles, threads and brains. Old-fashioned sewing needles, under the glass plate, vary in size and thickness, one after another, neatly arranged, shining with silver luster, and there are many small bags next to them, all of which are packaged. Sewing threads are available in various colors, bundles and rolls. These things are hard to see now. Seeing these needles and needles, I suddenly remembered a scene that we often saw at temple fairs in small counties.
A thin old man, with a long board in front of him, murmured, "eldest sister-in-law, kannika nimtragol, it's so difficult to sew." I have a sharp silver needle here, so I believe you can mend it and save your strength. "Chanting, 1 of" pa "right hand, into magic, throw a silver needle into a straight line, all brush together, nailed to the board.
This unique skill is really attractive. When people watching in front of the booth see that these silver needles can be directly inserted into the board and stand upright, they will of course think that these needles are hot, tough and sharp. "Come on, I want you to throw away these needles."
"ok!"
Then, pull them off the board one by one, wrap them in paper and give them to the person who bought the needles.
Last year, in my hometown, I talked to some old friends about people who sold needles, but several of them still remember it. Besides, when I was a child, I often watched the thin old man throw needles at the board. An old friend said, "When I was a child, watching that thin old man throw needles was like watching magic." Another old friend said, "The old man is slipping away. When he sees what someone says, he always makes people happy and can't help it. He won't stop until he buys a pack of needles. "
"Thirst, buy an ice cream!" My thoughts are still wandering in the temple fair in my hometown on May 13, and my wife dragged me back to the Qianfo Mountain Temple Fair in front of me.
Hehe, there is a cold drink stand in front, and there are all kinds of ice cream and ice cream in the transparent freezer. My wife has a little hobby. She hardly dares to eat cold food at home. When she eats cold food, she likes to upset her stomach. However, as long as we feel thirsty when we go out, we always like to buy an ice cream and try it. Even in the cold winter, we have to persuade us to buy it from time to time. After eating it, it is always fine. More importantly, today's temperature suddenly rose to more than 30 degrees, and she walked in the poisonous sun for a long time, so she was naturally thirsty, so it was natural for her to want an ice cream. The wife is the leader. When the leader gives an order, he will naturally carry it out immediately. I quickly bought the chocolate ice cream that the leader loves, one for each person, and finished it. It melts at the first bite, and it is cool and refreshing. The rich chocolate flavor is accompanied by the smell of milk.
Eating ice cream, he said to his wife, "When I was young, I was hot and thirsty. It was enough to drink cold water from a bowl of wells." Hey, you don't know, when I was a child, I sold cold water from the well at the temple fair on May 13! "
I don't remember that year or how old I was. Anyway, May 13 is the temple fair season.
On May 13 that year, the weather was very hot. In the morning, the sun is very poisonous. People walk in the sun, and after a while, they will sweat. At that time, there was a well outside the north gate of the Confucian Temple, which was very close to the most lively boundary of the temple fair. People crowded around, and many people went from the countryside to the city to catch the temple fair. My family, maybe my second brother, maybe other people in the production team, took a dozen bowls, carried a bucket, drew water from the well, sprinkled some saccharin and stirred it. Then, he shouted: "add saccharin, the cold and sweet well is gone, come and drink!" " ""twenty cents a bowl, delicious and not expensive! "
Unexpectedly, someone came to drink immediately after such a shout, dropped twenty cents, picked up a bowl of cold water with saccharin from the well, "thump thump" and drank it all at once. Some people, if one bowl is not enough, have to drink the second and third bowls. More than a dozen bowls are not enough, and we have to wait in line. After a temple fair, we earned more than ten dollars by selling wells and fetching water.
"Now that I think about it, it was the first time in my life to sell wells and pull cold water with others." I smiled and said to my wife. You know, at that time, 1 dollar could buy four or five Jin of wheat.
Hi! I visited the Qianfoshan Temple Fair, and there were old sesame seeds and rotten valleys everywhere, all of which were old things from my hometown temple fair. They say that old people are always nostalgic, which is true. No, on the way back from the Qianfo Mountain Temple Fair, I also said to my wife, "Alas, there has been no temple fair in our small county for many years. Temple fairs in our childhood have long since passed. The old people in our memory are long gone! "
In fact, with the large-scale demolition, the small county town in our hometown has been turned upside down, except for tall buildings, which are ruins, old houses and old streets. The old border where the temple fair was originally held has long been completely changed. There is also a Thousand Buddha Mountain in Jinan, where temple fairs can be held every year. In our hometown, there are people who want to hold temple fairs again. Where is the place? Probably before long, in my hometown, future generations really don't know what a temple fair is anymore.