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多年不到保定去了,一下火车,就发现眼前的一切尚一如旧日。这个背负着历史荣誉却被现实遗忘了的城市,即使是在这春光灿烂的季节里,她的脸孔上依然浸满沧桑。不过,我并不为这样的“停滞”而感觉遗憾,相反,还有时觉得喜欢,譬如火车站汽车站里提着篮子的老奶奶的吆喝声:“包子,包子,热乎包子……”譬如黑而暗淡的小门脸打出的黑而暗淡的横幅:“驴肉火烧,好吃不过驴肉……”我总觉得,只有这些才属于我的保定。
For many years less than Baoding went, about the train, found in front of everything is still the same as the old days. This city, bearing the honor of history, has been forgotten by the reality, even in this spring season, her face is still full of vicissitudes. However, I do not feel sorry for this kind of “stagnation”. On the contrary, I still feel like sometimes. For example, the old grandma who raises the basket in the bus station of the train station shouts: “buns, buns, ”For example, the black and dim face of a dark, dim, small face shot:“ Donkey fire, delicious But donkey meat ... ”I always feel that only these belong to my Baoding.