A street in summer

On the hottest days, the whole street steamed with the heat of the sisal pavement.

The counters of the fruit stores on the street were rather special; they were made into a sloping surface, separated by wooden strips into several frames of the same size, in which some skinny peaches, some lime green sour apples lay, like on a desolate hillside. The fruit store clerk was a kind young lady with good looks who always kept her post quietly, but who would run to the fruit store to buy those unpalatable fruits just because she was nice? People thus habitually ignore the significance of fruit in the summer, they passed the lonely fruit store and lonely shopgirls to the candy store by the bridge, the candy store of three middle-aged women all year round behind the counter shouting and brutal attitude towards people, one of the women has an ugly scar on the corner of the eyebrow, children Yu walked in when she asked you in a hoarse voice, buy what? The scar also opened his mouth wide and asked you, "What to buy? But even so, the candy store is still a popular place for children in the summer.

The candy store's cold drink cabinet has been in use for many years, and every summer it rumbles with the sound of joy. A chalkboard is placed on the cold drink cabinet with the varieties of cold drinks: adzuki bean lollipops for four cents, cream lollipops for five cents, ice bricks for ten cents, and sodas (not with bottles) for eight cents. When the clerk angrily opens the lid of the cooler again and again in summer and lifts a cotton mat, the child sticks his head out to look at the neatly arranged cold drinks under the mat and sees that there are few adzuki bean bars and many cream bars and ice bricks left, enviably hiding from the heat and staying in the cold fog. The child can understand this phenomenon, not that creamsicles and ice bricks are not popular. The main thing is that they cost a few cents more. When the child carefully removed the corner of the paper to see if there were a lot of red beans in the lollipop, he was reprimanded by the female shopkeeper, who said, "What are you looking at? It's all made by machine, who's trying to bully you? All you know is to eat lollipops all day long, eat lollipops, eat so much that your stomach is frozen! The child sucked a stick ice in her mouth, held a lunch box in her hand, and ran desperately through the streets on a hot afternoon, the stick ice in the lunch box crashing loudly, the poisonous sun threatening the fragile life of the stick ice, so the child knew to run home as quickly as possible so that the family could enjoy a complete ice-cold pleasure.

On the hottest days, the entire street steamed with heat from the sisal pavement, people walked on the street and felt the road beneath their plastic sandals about to burn, their hands touched the walls of the houses on the side of the road and the walls were hot, people walked on the street and suspected that people in the world were fainting from the heat, and there was a sound like a gasp in the searing air, if anything, floating in their ears. The rakish, loud-voiced, nonsensical inhabitants shut their mouths, they lay on bamboo recliners to fight the heat, forgetting civility and manners because of the heat, bent on ventilation, they lay on all fours by the door facing the street, snoring intermittently with their big mouths open, unaware that the fan in their hands had fallen to the ground, unaware that the legs of their track pants were so fat that they exposed the secrets of men. The cable radio was on as usual, and the artist who said the commentary was right on the money and got to the exciting part of Wu Song drunkenly beating Jiang Men Shen, but they were still whirring and sleeping, taking people's good intentions for asses' lungs.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight made a welcome change from a full frontal attack to a regional defense, and the houses on the street took the opportunity to use their height to create a "three-eighty line", which gradually wandered, with one side of the line being hot and bright, and the other side being On one side of the line is heat and light, and on the other side is coolness and darkness, and pedestrians are very snobbishly walking in the dark shade. It reminds us of the North Korean movie "The Fate of Kim Hee and Gim Hee" which is being shown in the cinema, where people cry for Gim Hee's tragic fate on that side of the "38th parallel", but in summer they choose the route without sunlight, preferring to hide in Gim Hee's darkness.

The sun sets so hard in summer, but after all, it is going to set, and children on summer vacation pay attention to the movement of the sun, just so they can jump into the moat early and enjoy the greatest pleasure given by summer. All kinds of boats sailing across the river at dusk are careful, because at such times all over the city, on the docks, on the roofs, in the windows and doorways, there is a possibility that a boy will scream and jump into the river, and they even have to watch out for those watermelon rinds floating on the river, because some of them are swimming caps for children who swim in the river, those pesky children who, with half a watermelon rind on their heads, go and grab the incoming boats' anchor chains, they play with the water and still love their strength, and they ask the boatmen to take them upstream or downstream of the river. So the mothers standing on the stone port, shuffling around, saw what they feared the most, their children grabbing the anchor and following the barge on the river, and in a moment they were out of sight, and the mothers shouted at the top of their lungs, but what was the use?

When night comes, people use the streets as open-air canteens, and many families move their dinner tables to the street, where adults and children sit on the street, mouths full of food, watching people returning home late on their bicycles pass by them. When you eat in the street, it is bound to be cheaper for some nosy old women, and there are some old women who love to observe what other people have eaten today. The old woman walks between the tables in the street with a futon fan in her hand, and she thinks every table is full of business. What do you want to eat? she asked. The housewife said, "Nothing good, salted fish, fried dried radish. The old woman said, "There's nothing to eat yet, salted fish is not good? It was getting dark, and almost all the residents were on the street. Some of them had cut open watermelons, and the heads of the family were gathered around a broken washbasin, and everyone spat out the seeds in an orderly manner into the washbasin, while some of them were slow to withdraw from the table because their children had not yet returned, and then the children came back, wet. The irritated father asked his son: Where did he go? The child said impatiently, swimming ah, you do not know it? The father then stared at his son's developing body and said, "Where did the gondola go? The son said, the mouth. The father's eyes were so angry that they were about to burst out, I told you not to gondola and you gondola, you want to die ah? So when the father rewarded his son with a loud slap on the street, the neighbors naturally came around. Some voices were angry, some voices didn't know what to say, some voices were long-winded, some voices were crying with grief, and they inevitably intertwined and clamored, and even from far away they could hear such rich and thick voices, so some people came rushing this way, some with rice bowls in their hands, and they ran like this, and the hot summer found its life in the night.