That day, when we walked into the noodle restaurant, no one came to meet us. Ten minutes later, the number of people in the noodle restaurant gradually increased. When two guests walked into the noodle restaurant, all the waiters in the noodle restaurant shouted together, "Please go inside!" " "I don't understand why they didn't say hello to us when we went in. Maybe we went too early, and there were too few people in the noodle restaurant! I took a bite of Zhajiang Noodles and almost threw it up. This noodle tastes terrible. The food in the south is delicious!
Although we were not greeted by the waiter at the Zhajiang noodle restaurant in old Beijing, our experience there was unforgettable.
People in Beijing say: "Zhajiang Noodles in Beijing is the best, nothing can compare with it!" I really want to see the true face of Lushan Mountain in the slag river.
Today, my mother and I went to the noodle restaurant in "Old Beijing" to visit the dregs cave: I was deeply attracted by him at the door of the noodle restaurant. Why? Because this is such a lively scene that I saw during the financial crisis. We walked slowly into the noodle restaurant and finally found an empty seat to sit down. Before we were seated, the waiter immediately brought us vegetable soup. I politely said to the waiter who served vegetable soup, "Hello, Aunt, I want to order two signature Zhajiang Noodles. Is the sauce in the slag river noodles meat sauce? " The waiter said, "It's meat sauce. It smells good. Within five minutes, two bowls of hot and delicious slag river noodles were delivered to us. You will fall in love with the meat sauce when you see it is even and crystal clear. " We thought it would take a long time for so many people to eat, but I didn't expect the noodles to be covered with golden sauce, and my mouth was watering. I have no choice. I quickly picked up chopsticks, ate all the lean meat and ate it with soup. After eating, I slapped myself. He said, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die! I forgot to taste it slowly in a hurry! "
Alas! Next time I eat Zhajiang Noodles, I must chew slowly and don't wolf it down. ...
Who eats only crows all the year round? I really don't know what luck it is to get married here and eat crows all year round. "
When I read Lu Xun's Run to the Moon, I couldn't help laughing. Compared with Scream and Hesitation, which are full of sadness and sorrow, this article is humorous. Mr. Lu Xun also said that he was not as sincere to the ancients as he is to the present, so there is still something glib.
"Raven's dregs on the river" generally has no profound and meaningful connotation. This was written by Mr. Lu Xun when he was bored. But there are still nosy people like me in the world, and I will try the crow's Zhajiang Noodles when I am bored.
Zhajiang noodles are a special snack in Beijing. A black crow was plucked, some internal organs were dug out, stewed in a pot, and then thrown on the surface of the dregs hole. Even dogs don't like it!
Think about China in the early 20th century. After the decline of the Qing Dynasty, political reform was immediately carried out, and Cixi was imprisoned by Guangxu. If the land of China is so mouth-watering, why do big countries occupy the Zhajiang River like crows? For a few noodles and minced meat, crows circled in the sky and fought with each other, and occasionally some Kuroha fell, which also scared the noodle soup to overflow. China's 5,000-year accumulation was destroyed by a few crows? Alas!
The trend of thought of reform is gradually rising like noodle soup. People with lofty ideals, shout with open arms, China's brilliant rise should be today! But stubborn forces, such as crows, disturb the prospects! The six gentlemen of the 1898 movement, righteously, would rather die than surrender! Sun Wen swung a stick at the stubborn crow, but it was not afraid to stand in the chaos. He splashed ink and wrote: The general trend of the world is like a sea of smoke. If it is smooth, it will prosper, and if it is contrary, it will die. However, the slag river that was stolen and packed by Yuan thieves lost China in the shadow of crows.
The kerosene lamp was lit, and the light yellow light shone on him through the cane chair. The trace of smoke reminded him of the heat of noodle soup. A bowl of crow Zhajiang Noodles appeared unceremoniously on his desk. The crow leaned down, yawned and cried, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small white, which turned out to be a rolling supercilious look. The fierce crow grinned slyly. He thought of those people in China who were numb at the sight of China being laughed at. He saw the China people who lost their souls wandering in the street, and he heard the shouts of crazy people! Lu Xun jumped on the table, the crow flew away, and the bowl of Zhajiang Noodles was covered with dirty blood. ...
Lu Xun sang, "Look angrily at a thousand fingers, bow down and be a willing ox" and left. Mao Zedong sighed with emotion: "If there is love in the sky, it will be old, and if there is a way in the earth, it will be vicissitudes." 1949 10 October 1, resounding in Beijing, China and the world: People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded! The crow on the slag river was frightened by the sound, fell into the boiling noodle soup and died in despair.
Crow's Zhajiang Noodles has only one bowl of noodles left, waiting for China people in the 2nd/kloc-0th century to enrich it. The snowstorm in the south can't freeze our hearts; Tibet independence event can't separate the feelings of China people; Wenchuan earthquake can't break our strong backbone! The financial crisis has not shaken our perseverance; The 90th anniversary of the May 4th Movement has never lost our memory!
Now, it seems naive to use the word "slag river surface" again. But I still want to end it. After all, this bowl of noodles has experienced a storm that we have never experienced before.
In the moon palace, Chang 'e gazes at the oriental rooster. "I finally can't see the crow Zhajiang Noodles. I wonder if I'm still eating crow's Zhajiang Noodles? "
I believe that the oriental rooster will always stand on the slag river!