12.2020 Story
Memory of the city
Oriental Petrochemical (Shanghai) Corporation / Hu Shancheng
In recent years, we have passed through some cities, leaving some marks for each city. The memory of Nanjing is the light on the Qinhuai River when the night is slightly drunk; the memory of Shanghai is the exquisite foreign-style houses carved with hollow patterns and the super high-rise buildings symbolizing the level of economic development; the memory of Hangzhou is the graceful exile of talented people and beautiful women And so on, each city records countless people and things, or the ups and downs of small people, or the birth of great people, but there is always something missing.
The expansion and development of the city correspond to the shrinkage and concession of the countryside. The city may have long forgotten that it was a village. The past memory only exists in the photos and words in the urban construction Museum for future generations to visit. Those large green areas that once belonged to it are full of pictures of life, those unknown flowers that rise from nowhere when the wild wind blows, and the faint fragrance full of the smell of land. The smell of grass mixed with the sweat of farmers is a strong flavor of life. But all this has long been with the invasion of reinforced concrete, disappeared.
For our generation of new town people from the countryside to the city, the rural and urban development is becoming more and more integrated, and the mark is becoming more and more blurred. In the eyes of the poet, the father's generation, with the stars and the moon, facing the Loess and facing the sky, will eventually become a memory. In the eyes of the poet, it is so beautiful to see the beautiful scenery of Nanshan in the evening when he comes back with a hoe. After nightfall, people who have been working hard for a day have already gone to sleep to replenish their physical strength to meet the hard work of the next day. "When the water is full, you can watch herons, and when the grass is deep, frogs will sing everywhere." countless praising verses come from your mouth, which is a vigorous vitality in the natural environment. The night is so quiet, mixed with the cry of small animals, a quiet move, but give people a peaceful feeling, as if without the noise of these small animals, you can't sleep at ease. Occasionally a sonorous and powerful dog bark comes from the entrance of the village, which can also bring infinite reverie. Time also unconsciously becomes light and slow, everything is so natural and harmonious.
Nowadays, even in the countryside, it is not as dilapidated as before. The wide cement road has replaced the muddy country road. Every family lives in neat small buildings, and some even become single family villas in the eyes of city people. Even cars are no longer rare. If there are still some ugly, it is only those uninhabited bungalows marked "demolished" by bright red paint. Everything is developing towards a better appearance, but it seems to have lost some flavor. Farmland is intermingled between the factory buildings. Occasionally, one or two field workers, usually elderly people around 65, can be seen. Because young people have long been integrated into urban life, they have long forgotten the farming experience of their ancestors. Scenes of the imprint in the familiar dimension replay, but I do not know how to use words to describe. The familiar cooking smoke has disappeared, replaced by the more familiar natural gas stove; each family's big water tank has disappeared, replaced by the tap water tap; once there were flocks of chickens and ducks in front of and behind the house, but now it is a clean and spacious cement field. The smoke that once curled up with the mother's cry "have a meal" once carried the smell of rice flowers Where has it gone now? After dinner, I am afraid also like to escape here, but do not know, this return to the hometown of the deep feelings and where to send.
On the way to the city, the scenery in front of me changed from a large field into a cold building, and finally I went back to the high buildings. After all, there is no trace of the countryside. Only the incomplete symbols and fragments in my mind support my memory. Where will the memory of the city be hidden among the high-rise buildings and row upon row.
The expansion and development of the city correspond to the shrinkage and concession of the countryside. The city may have long forgotten that it was a village. The past memory only exists in the photos and words in the urban construction Museum for future generations to visit. Those large green areas that once belonged to it are full of pictures of life, those unknown flowers that rise from nowhere when the wild wind blows, and the faint fragrance full of the smell of land. The smell of grass mixed with the sweat of farmers is a strong flavor of life. But all this has long been with the invasion of reinforced concrete, disappeared.
For our generation of new town people from the countryside to the city, the rural and urban development is becoming more and more integrated, and the mark is becoming more and more blurred. In the eyes of the poet, the father's generation, with the stars and the moon, facing the Loess and facing the sky, will eventually become a memory. In the eyes of the poet, it is so beautiful to see the beautiful scenery of Nanshan in the evening when he comes back with a hoe. After nightfall, people who have been working hard for a day have already gone to sleep to replenish their physical strength to meet the hard work of the next day. "When the water is full, you can watch herons, and when the grass is deep, frogs will sing everywhere." countless praising verses come from your mouth, which is a vigorous vitality in the natural environment. The night is so quiet, mixed with the cry of small animals, a quiet move, but give people a peaceful feeling, as if without the noise of these small animals, you can't sleep at ease. Occasionally a sonorous and powerful dog bark comes from the entrance of the village, which can also bring infinite reverie. Time also unconsciously becomes light and slow, everything is so natural and harmonious.
Nowadays, even in the countryside, it is not as dilapidated as before. The wide cement road has replaced the muddy country road. Every family lives in neat small buildings, and some even become single family villas in the eyes of city people. Even cars are no longer rare. If there are still some ugly, it is only those uninhabited bungalows marked "demolished" by bright red paint. Everything is developing towards a better appearance, but it seems to have lost some flavor. Farmland is intermingled between the factory buildings. Occasionally, one or two field workers, usually elderly people around 65, can be seen. Because young people have long been integrated into urban life, they have long forgotten the farming experience of their ancestors. Scenes of the imprint in the familiar dimension replay, but I do not know how to use words to describe. The familiar cooking smoke has disappeared, replaced by the more familiar natural gas stove; each family's big water tank has disappeared, replaced by the tap water tap; once there were flocks of chickens and ducks in front of and behind the house, but now it is a clean and spacious cement field. The smoke that once curled up with the mother's cry "have a meal" once carried the smell of rice flowers Where has it gone now? After dinner, I am afraid also like to escape here, but do not know, this return to the hometown of the deep feelings and where to send.
On the way to the city, the scenery in front of me changed from a large field into a cold building, and finally I went back to the high buildings. After all, there is no trace of the countryside. Only the incomplete symbols and fragments in my mind support my memory. Where will the memory of the city be hidden among the high-rise buildings and row upon row.
