Student masterpieces ｜ Campus Literature: Autumn Street

In autumn, irritability and anxiety may be the most intuitive feeling.

In the afternoon, through the familiar old street, the past feelings seemed to have never changed. Walking along the small road of Huanghe Road, the newly trimmed streets are a lot wider. The green trees around them are lush and the old districts with new paint have a lot of spirit. Essence

At the crossroads, it is always very noisy, the car is horse, and the weekend, and there are more students who come and go to school. Students are full of bus platforms, and most of them are carrying large schoolbags, with accustomed labor. The bus leading to the next stop is slowly driving to them.

Close to the road, the sky washed by heavy rain was extraordinarily blue, and the sunlight made people unable to open.

Go to the entrance of Hutong, Dazhuang Village, and Mom stopped and walked towards the stall selling steamed buns.

"Boss, do you still have buns?"

"Oh, there are two more miles." The old grandmother's grandma opened the top layer of the cover on the white basket with steamed buns, asked the mother to choose, and asked the mother if she wanted to buy the flowers on the side.

Suddenly, the stalls selling roasted sweet potatoes not far away caught my attention. In the oven on the cart, it was emitting a seductive fragrance ...

After the autumn, you can often eat a roasted sweet potato on the street. I stabbed my mother's back with my fingers. Mom turned his head, and I pointed at roasted sweet potatoes.

"Do you want to eat? Buy one!" Mom paid the money, and the aroma of roasted sweet potato lingered around. I took the sweet potatoes handed over by the stall owner, opened, Huang Chengcheng, bite it, it was so fragrant.

Deep in the alley, a barber shop with a sense of age, in the hot business, a middle -aged aunt is walking out, and an old grandma followed the shop and asked: "The hairdresser, is there any?"

"Yes, there are, there will be." Behind the curtain, the boss was busy blowing her customers.

There are many elderly people here. With the trend of the times, the old man also likes to blow a beautiful hairstyle in the small shop, talk about Xiaotian, and beautiful.

There are two houses next to the barber shop, one selling cakes. There is no business at this moment. The other room was empty, showing the lively loneliness.

Continue to walk, the sweet potatoes are still hot, and my heart is warm.

"Let's walk from Zhuangzi's path in front, buy your English book in front of the school, get closer."

"OK."

Simple life clips are nothing more than slowing their steps and walking. Inexplicably thought of a writer once said: "The world is too noisy, come and live in my heart."

(Yongjing Middle School in Gansu Province)

Author: Chen Yuan

Source: "Language News • High School Edition"

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