Steal a half-day leisure

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, as if spring is the moment when rapeseed flowers cover the fields, and then rushes into summer where you can't see it.

Because one afternoon I went to the next village to eat a bowl of cold rice noodles and thought it was really good, so this gluttonous mouth began to look forward to the roast pork roll noodles that my friend said, and was already preparing to open up a new food map. It's just that I don't usually say it, quietly.

I rarely write about what I eat, or even avoid it. I feel embarrassed and contradictory. On the one hand, I feel that "delicious" is a big fault. On the other hand, I feel that I am not even interested in delicious food. This person really has nothing to do.

We made an appointment with a friend on a Saturday afternoon because he was going to be the best man on Sunday for a wedding. So inexplicably, this afternoon, there was a feeling of "stealing for half a day". Maybe this friend doesn't care, I just stole it "for him" in my wishful thinking.

After passing through the busiest road in the city, I entered an alley. The inconspicuous sign at the intersection read: Hongxue Road. At the time, I just thought the word was unfamiliar and obscure, and it was difficult to read accurately. After coming back, on a whim, I checked the word, and it showed: 黉, an ancient school. Only then did I realize that I remembered that the alley was full of schools, and there was a Confucian temple that was being demolished.

The alley is very lively. Many middle school students in school uniforms walk together, or come in by electric cars or motorcycles, and stop at Ming Kee Roast Pork Roll Noodles first. .

This shop should have been there for many years. It's still a wooden house. It looks very old, but it is full of people. The square iron table is only the height of an adult's knee. It is clean and bright. Maybe it has been saved for many years. Oily. There is a shop next to it called "Pioneer", and the door is covered with bright red scarves, so heavy that it almost falls. It was dark inside, and occasionally there was the sound of the TV. When I looked closely, it was the same old TV at home many years ago. Opposite is a cold drink shop with a simple signboard, and there are also students coming and going to walk in and rest.

There is a small road at the door, and the small bamboo forest next to it is blown by the wind. There is a tall rice-dyeing flower in full bloom. The flowers are covered with branches and have a strong smell. some other monster. It is called dyeing rice flower. It is really used for dyeing rice. The juice is boiled and used to wash rice and cook rice. The color is a touch of golden yellow. But I have never seen such a big one. When I was a child, I had to go along the mountain road to pick it, and it grew low in the bushes, mixed with other wild grasses and flowers. How can such a strong aroma of flowers be hidden, and sooner or later they will be picked and eaten home.

Bamboo forest and Dianfanhua stick their heads out from the wall, but because they are too tall, they often ignore the wall. Only by standing at the bottom and patiently reading the small advertisements such as recruitment and rental will they feel that there is nothing behind them. A bamboo forest that is as deep as green, and it is completely the scene of a modern street.

I raised my head from the layers of paper and stared deep into the alley. An orange motorcycle was speeding up. My friend jumped up in front of us and greeted me cheerfully before passing through the crowd again. parking.

Under his leadership, we finally walked into the Ming Kee Roast Pork Roll Noodles. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, it was lunchtime, and there was an endless stream of people in the store. We stood on the edge and waited, and it was difficult to talk to the person who wrapped the powder. She didn't rest for a moment, and she wrapped three rolls in a blink of an eye. My eyes are full, so neatly, spread the sauce, chili oil, pepper oil, sesame oil, peanuts, etc. on the roll noodles, and then evenly sprinkle the roasted meat oil residue, cucumber shreds and cooked bean sprouts, After skillfully wrapping the roll powder and handing it over, people are very surprised, this little one, I don't know how to bite it down.

A drink shop opened in the corner forgot to introduce, and I can't remember the name until now, only know that the signboard is thin rice jelly and fried vegetables.

I look forward to everything, and when everything is in front of me, I don’t know what to say. Looking back now, I always feel that I am not very religious to any of the food—or maybe the food does not need my piety, But I always feel that it is not enough. Maybe one more trip, not so restrained, and full of imagination, in order to appreciate a thing or two.

That afternoon was really long. On our way from the village to the city, it was hard to bear the sun overhead. A Chuan thought of a word, the long day was hard to disappear, and it shrouded us all day after that. Three idle youths, wandering in the small streets and alleys of the county town, felt like they had spent a whole day, but in fact it was only two hours.

After walking around Hongxue Road, whoever clapped his head, decided to ride a bicycle to the foot of Fengshan Mountain. I've always wanted to go there, but I only knew about camellias and begonias, and I mistook the tower on the top of the mountain for a temple. In short, those misunderstandings will finally be revealed this afternoon.

We didn't go up the mountain, we just circled the foot of the mountain, and we encountered groups of middle school students at the entrance, noisy and energetic. Along the way, you can see a lot of camellia, but the spring in the garden is locked, so you can only take a look from a distance. Begonia has just budded, and it is a shade of pink, hanging in clusters on the tree.

Going further, I finally saw the true body of Laifeng Temple. It is backed by a mountain forest, and there are large banana trees planted in front of it. Some of them have large bunches of plantains, which are very plump and can be eaten after picking them up and covering them for a while.

I only looked at Bajiao Lin, but didn't notice a white puppy under the red wall. I was still reciting the words on the top, "Buddha...". I wondered what the last two words were. The words I didn't know came over, and went straight to act like a spoiled child at my feet. Because of this, I also developed a huge curiosity about this temple.

On the way up the steps, the puppy followed, as if he knew the place very well. I heard someone call it in front of me again. It was a name that I couldn't tell, but I heard that it was going to the monastery to find the little master. In this regard, I am a little more curious. I imagine a child living in a temple, or who often comes to the temple to play, and also brings a dog.

But unfortunately, I have never been able to see the child, but I met a beautiful orange cat and almost got into a fight with the dog. I was very vigilant. Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was a quirky kitten, probably not very close to people. When I came back from the circle, I saw it basking in the sun in front of the Daxiong Palace. When people approached, they didn't hide, and they didn't even bother to open their eyes, so I was surprised. How could it be such a cat.

The monastery is very beautiful. The pear blossoms are snow-white, and the red walls and black tiles are reflected. All the strict and terrifying things have temporarily faded away. It seems that when the weather is good, its appearance is the same, like the cat that is not afraid of people, lying lazily in the sun. Underground, lying at the foot of this lonely mountain. No one is waiting, no one will come.

After leaving Laifeng Temple, the afternoon was over. The sun was still blazing on the way home, waiting for someone to shake their heads, but decided to move forward with one heart and slammed into this trap without hesitation.

We parted with our friend at the intersection, and he said with a smile that he was going to ride his bike to get the suit he would wear as the best man tomorrow. I imagined that scene in my mind again, as if he was the one who got married tomorrow, and it really was a long time to spare.