The food market and the bookstore

On earth, there are two places where the freshness of the world curls up and steams. One place is the bookstore, which conveys the temperature of the human heart; one place is the food market, which emits the smell of food in the fireplace.

The writer Wang Zengqi is famous for writing about food, he is an authentic foodie and a good cook. He wrote this when visiting the food market: When you go to a new place, some people love to visit department stores, some people love to visit bookstores, I would rather go to the food market, to see the live chickens and ducks, fresh watery vegetables, red peppers, lively, crowded, so that people feel a kind of joy of life.

The food market is filled with the trajectory of a city's life, tantalizing the mouth and tongue at the same time, unobtrusively revealing the weather of the world, the marketplace is the bottom of life. The food market has fresh green vegetables, fragrant fruits, fresh fish and plump chickens and ducks, while the food market corners of those tempting food stalls, the name of the store is ordinary, not even a sign, steaming, just because of the delicious and delicious and the people's intestines, they can be based on a long time in a food jungle. In Chengdu, there is a road called Chunxi Road, the food market is covered with many food stalls, dragon copying hands, Zhong dumplings, Lai dumplings, couple lung slices, Dan Dan noodles, sweet water noodles, Shuangliu rabbit head, beef pot helmet, bowl of chicken, etc., the air flowing with the aroma of food makes people want to stop, saliva out of the throat.

The city is also home to more than 3,500 bookstores, and five years ago, Chengdu was awarded the title of "Bookstore Capital of China". The bookstores are located among the tall ginkgo trees on the streets of Chengdu, giving the city's warmth an ironing effect and a resting place for people's souls.

The food market in a city can open the taste buds of urban memory. Those who return home from the holiday season, meet under the lights, their tongues and intestines enjoy the stewing and steaming of various ingredients, and the smell of food is infused with the body heat of their loved ones. And the bookstore, which is full of books, opens the spiritual core of a city, giving the wandering mind a safe home.

That year I went to Hangzhou and met a bookstore on the shores of the glistening West Lake. The bookstore was themed on silk books and was decorated in a classical and elegant way, like an ink painting slowly opening by the West Lake in the rain and smoke. I lingered in the bookstore and saw an advertisement for "Reading is going home". In the fragrance of paper and ink, I stretched out my hands and swooped into the wall of books like the wings of a large bird, feeling the fragrance of books instantly penetrate my lungs and make me look emaciated and bright-eyed. There are many such bookstores in Hangzhou, and under the impact of the Internet era, they are firmly rooted in the soil of the city, like the roots of the Thuja tree. The night I left Hangzhou, I stood in front of a bookstore and said a silent goodbye to it, paying sincere tribute to the city's spirit and beauty, and its fragrance of books became part of my thoughts.

In the Lianglang vegetable market in Yuyao, Zhejiang, there is a female vegetable vendor named Chen Hui. She has been selling vegetables in the market for 17 years, and she likes this place where the earth receives rain and dew and forecasts the warmth of the earth, this warm and friendly, kind and vibrant place. In this market, which is full of acquaintances, Chen Hui is called "San". "San" store, in addition to fruits and vegetables, but also sell a variety of practical little things in the corner of life: casserole clips, fly swatters, toilet brushes, ant medicine, thimbles for clothes, hammering meat, sickle, fish planer, bottle stopper, nail clippers, chicken knife ... ...the life in the vegetable market, the real coarse life, let Chen Hui wrote two books with words, one is "the person who crosses you will come again", and one is "the world's little daughter". In the smoky life of selling vegetables, through the windows of Chen Hui's rented house, she can see the faint green hills and the sound of trickling streams flowing into the hut and into her heart. Hundreds of stories from the vegetable market flow from her heart, she uses the mixed life input and unadorned words output to record a trace of tenderness to make up for the regrets on the old road and record a little touch for herself and other beings like her to warm up on the road ahead. She records the dignity and helplessness, humility and preciousness of the lives of the nameless with her refined and pure words, and these words in the soul iron out the chicken feathers in the trivial and hard days. In the vegetable market, "Ah San" earns money dollar by dollar; in the writing of the prostrate soul, she writes word by word, constituting the abundant and sunny life of a female vegetable vendor. Once, "San" was dragged to the bookstore by the publisher to sign books, and readers looked at the woman selling vegetables and saw the thick calluses on her fingers. A small, dusty person who makes a living in the vegetable market has written her own book in the bookstore, just as thousands of lives have their own shining places.

The food market is the city's coarse cotton coat, steaming with the warmth and coldness of the earth; the bookstore is the city's embroidered silk, spreading the richness and abundance of the human spiritual world. The two garments are draped on the city, half books, half fireworks, emitting the most pleasant temperature.