I have only been to Shanghai twice.
The first time was five years ago when I was on a business trip. I met Shanghai for the first time because of my official duties.
Perhaps it is the stereotype of an international metropolis in my mind for a long time. To tell the truth, Shanghai gave me a very bad impression at first sight.
I went from Nanjing to Shanghai at that time. I took a luxury bus for convenience. When the bus arrived at the station, it was in the city center. When I got off the bus, it was a bungalow full of eyes and worn out. The only vitality is that pigeons on the roof are whistling and spinning.
Confused, is it a quadrangle in old Beijing? Although the quadrangle is dilapidated, it has strong local characteristics. If so, that would be great. After all, bungalows in Shanghai are not quadrangles.
So the image of the metropolis is not felt at all.
Looking around the city, five or six-story buildings abound, but there are no expected high-rise buildings. There are flying clothes everywhere on the balcony and windows, such as the original national flag. At that time, I thought, I only know that there are buildings of various countries on the Bund, but I don't know that there are 10 thousand national flags in Shanghai! I saw garbage everywhere and sewage flowing. One word, dirty.
The first feeling is that I don't like Shanghai.
The second time I went, because I had plenty of time, I deliberately went to a place with good scenery, arrived at the boundary of Pudong and saw the Huangpu River, only to feel the charm of Shanghai.
The Oriental Pearl is naturally the first symbol. Climbing to the top of the mountain overlooking the earth gives you a panoramic view of the so-called city scenery. The whole Lujiazui high-rise buildings are strewn at random and row upon row, showing the elegance of the metropolis. The adjacent Jinmao Tower is towering into the sky, and a skydiving competition is being held on the top floor. Colorful parachutes, like flowers in the sky, slowly fall down, really beautiful.
Riding a comfortable and elegant maglev, I galloped at high speed. I paid attention to the speed display and reached 430 kilometers per hour. It is said that this is the only maglev train put into commercial operation in the world. We flew all the way to Pudong International Airport and entered the spacious and bright waiting hall. Two stewardesses dragged their suitcases back gracefully.
In order to enjoy the night on the prestigious Bund, I stayed nearby for one night. When the lights are dim, the lights on the Bund ancient building are colorful, intertwined and magnificent, which really feels elegant and magnificent.
Seeing the modern side of Shanghai makes people appreciate the metropolis customs. I always feel a little sorry when I think of my first impression of Shanghai.
Maybe what I saw for the first time was just what Shanghai looked like. Shanghai is the economic leader of China. As we all know, Shanghai is prosperous and rich, and Shanghainese are smart and superior. In particular, the development of Pudong has changed a lot, which is also recognized by the world.
But we can't ignore that most of the most beautiful places are face projects, places where superior leaders can pass and places where foreign guests can see. Of course, everyone knows all kinds of reasons.
Where many ordinary people live, even if the garbage is everywhere and the environment is stinky, it is often not solved in time. Of course, this is not a disadvantage of Shanghai, but a common problem of the whole country.
Civilian shanty towns in cities such as Shanghai are also built like those on both sides of Huangpu River. At that time, Shanghai was a real international metropolis.
Prose by famous artists describing Shanghai II. The fragile light passed through the mottled glass and disappeared on the black and white keys with a young song and dance. The sound of the piano has a fleeting taste, like an old black coffee cup, cold and numerous. The day outside the window, crying into thoughts, pouring rain, spent a spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Time is constantly changing. On the white wall of the gray brick house, there is a big red letter-demolition. Soon after, the mark of time disappeared, and with the joy of childhood, it was cooked into a bowl of fragrant millet porridge. It was knocked over in the clear river before it was fed into people's mouths. The piano has been in the room for a long time, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated. The wooden ladder leading to the attic will make a creaking sound when you step on it, and tiny particles will fly in the skylight sunshine, like pear blossom rain in the Song Dynasty, which is fresh and old-fashioned. After all, it's the past.
I thought I could see that beautiful woman again, wearing a moon white cheongsam, holding a dignified bun, holding a lazy cat and smiling down the stairs. In an instant, the picture disappeared, no matter how I thought, I couldn't find it. My mind flashed again, only to see that she was born in front of the black piano, and the spirit of light music jumped out from under her white fingertips, which seemed to fill the old house with thick colors. Smiling, people disappeared again, leaving the black piano to sigh. The phonograph in old Shanghai recorded this song, but it has been put in the air.
In the morning, I woke up in the sun, my halo was trapped in my curly hair, and I stood barefoot in front of the window. The Bund is foggy and confused, just like the focus astigmatism in her eyes. The silk nightgown reached her ankle. She walked around and kissed the snow playfully. The strong smell of coffee suddenly aroused nerves, so let's be lazy mortals, not so tired, so tired. She looked at the distant mountain, exhaled a foul breath and hung up a smile.
In front of Baijiangmen in old Shanghai, Jinguang announced its ownership of old Shanghai, which is a city that never sleeps. The cups and lamps are staggered, reflecting a flowery smile, but the eyes of the social butterfly are as bleak as the fireworks of disgust. Old Shanghai will not be tired, but people will be tired.
The worn-out piano presents a desolation, and the past life has made the piano elegant. A bitter feeling rises from the bottom of my heart, wading through mountains and rivers to my heart and winding around in front of my eyes.
A tear falls, and a rotten flower blooms in the smoke, but it turns into tea.
Like Mo Yan's Gaomi Township, Lu Xun's Luzhen and San Mao's Sahara, Shanghai has always been the first choice of many writers. But after all, every writer has a different style, even in the same city. But because of this, it is difficult to feel what Shanghai, a popular city, is like without a long study trip.
A quarter of an hour passed.
"The sun has just set on the horizon. A breeze blows on people's faces ... the huge neon tube advertisement standing high on the top of the house emits red light like fire and green flame like green: light, heat and power! " At the beginning of Midnight, Mr. Mao Dun showed the readers the grand occasion of Shanghai's modernization in the 1930s: skyscrapers stood in rows, towering into the sky; The lampposts pulled up from the ground are one after another, and they are endless; All kinds of traffic in the southeast and northwest, come and go in a hurry, make a mess ... Like the old Shanghai we know, there are feasts, decadent voices and rich sweetness everywhere.
This kind of Shanghai is the gorgeous Shanghai. Capitalists in cities live a luxurious life, but they are always afraid of "bankruptcy". "Since the morning, there is no wind. The sky is full of gray clouds, dull and motionless. The pale yellow sunshine occasionally shows its face and quickly avoids it. " This description in the article gives people a human touch of old Shanghai. It bears the struggle between the national bourgeoisie and the comprador bourgeoisie, and is deeply worried about the national capitalists in the storm, but it is still powerless to the swallowed national capital industry. Moreover, even if the national bourgeoisie within a city can turn the tide, it will not change the dilapidated appearance of old China. Because it can't be done, Shanghai is often regarded as the epitome of modern China. In other words, Shanghai not only represents Shanghai, but also represents China society in 1930s.
Finally, in Midnight, Wu Sunfu, on behalf of the national bourgeoisie who lost in this contest with imperialism, left this sad heart that gave him hope and despair with family exhaustion. Did Shanghai abandon them or did they abandon Shanghai? This problem has been alleviated at the moment when the clock strikes midnight. What's more, such a bustling old city is naturally as calm as ever, welcoming passers-by who have sent history.
Yi Dai Qing Zhu Cheng Lang Hua
Born in a deformed family where feudalism and the West interweave in Shanghai, Zhang Ailing has a profound insight into the unique utilitarianism, sophistication, sophistication and intelligence of Shanghainese in Shili Foreign Exchange. Therefore, it is easy for a talented woman to become very talented by pitying her for being famous in Shanghai. Her works suddenly came out like a storm, and the grand occasion was like pearls of all sizes pouring on a plate of jade, which shocked all Shanghainese.
Not to mention that Cao, an ordinary family in the Golden Lock, changed from kindness and gentleness to ruthlessness after entering Jiangfu, and don't feel the story that the incense in the agarwood crumbs burned out, but a love of the whole city makes people see the difficult but sad course of old Shanghai women. "But is a selfish man, she is just a selfish woman. In this era of war, individualists have nowhere to live, but an ordinary couple always have a place to live. " Bai Liusu and Fan Liuyuan, a vigorous and legendary love, ended with Fan Liuyuan's departure and return in the smoke of the Japanese bombing of Repulse Bay. However, the ending of the novel seems perfect, but in fact it is saturated with desolation. The tragic images of the huqin, the moon, mosquito-repellent incense, mirrors and empty rooms are full of articles and also express the sadness of women in the old-fashioned big family.
Zhang's Shanghai is a far cry from her fate, but she still bravely advises us to chase the waves of life. This kind of Shanghai is tough, tough, and gives people melancholy and sadness.
An alley saves the passage.
Different from the heavy and desolate Shanghai written by Zhang Ailing, Shanghai is elegant in the eyes of some writers.
The writer Mu Xin's Ode to the Sea uses strange words, but it gives people a sense of elegant and refined pictures. What impressed me most was his discussion on cheongsam, from style to material, to buttons to decoration. Therefore, for old Shanghainese, cheongsam always costs 30 yuan, which is shabby. This exquisite Shanghai and the exquisite life of the old Shanghainese are also amazing.
Similar to Mu Xin, there is the "alley culture" in old Shanghai written by the writer Wang Anyi. Most of the self-restraint old gentlemen live at the end of the alley, wearing white shirts with a plaid western-style sweater. The neckline of the shirt must not be turned over outside the sweater, and the button of the shirt must be buttoned to the end, otherwise it is not in line with the rules. Only in this way can you walk the bird with a cage, sit on a cane chair and read a newspaper, or go to the Huangpu River for afternoon tea with old friends.
Only old Shanghainese can inherit and persist in such rigor and seriousness in such a big China, and this leisure is really unique to old Shanghai.
There used to be many flowers floating in the world.
I was deeply disappointed to see the series Tiny Times, which touched the hearts of the post-90s generation. All the bright lights are completely based on the grandiose appearance, and all kinds of men and women walk under huge billboards, writing their hurried and chaotic lives. This kind of Shanghai, apart from the label of "modern metropolis", does not have the deep soul that Shanghai should have as an old city.
As a result, I thought that modern times could no longer control Shanghai, a literary work with diversified spirits, and suddenly a blooming Shanghai came into view. In writing, it is different from the epic style of Midnight and the Shanghai legendary style written by Zhang Ailing. Instead, it is a story style, which makes people feel like there is a ukiyo-e painting about Shanghai. "Flowers Bloom in Shanghai" is about the customs of Shanghai and shows the "magnanimity" of Shanghai people's life.
Novels without exception use scraps from life-drooling men and drooling stories, which have never been mentioned at the dinner table. All the dialogues and actions are spoken slowly in Wu Nong's soft Shanghai dialect. Although the characters in the novel don't reveal their hearts and accidentally collide and leave, they show the real Shanghai. Even, because of this, Shanghai is more agile and brighter. Whether it's the conversation between Po and Betty on the roof when they were young, the standing high-backed piano with a soul in Betty's heart, the calm vicissitudes like a black horse with its head held high, or the brave words when keeping a diary at night, everything is so ordinary, but it reflects the calmness and detachment of Shanghai.
The whole novel tells the daily life of ordinary people in Shanghai. It seems that all aspects of life cannot provide a sense of meaning. People are sad in the end, just like a flower that withers in the end, and can only keep its own peace. Shanghai, an old city with a long history, has quietly witnessed all the vicissitudes and ushered in a new group of passers-by and their times. The rich fragrance of flowers turns into the soul, accompanied by the rise and fall of Shanghai.
I graduated from the sixth grade and was finally liberated. My mother took advantage of this free time to take me out to play.
I came to Shanghai with curiosity, and I was the first to rush to the tallest building in Asia and the third Oriental Pearl in the world. It is 467.9 meters high. It is one of the landmark buildings in Shanghai. My mother and I took the sightseeing elevator to the second sightseeing ball. There is a sightseeing telescope inside. You can use it to enjoy the night view of Shanghai beach. There are many souvenirs here. I randomly selected two mascots of the Shanghai World Expo, Haibao. One is reserved as a souvenir, and the other is brought back to my brother.
The next day, when we went shopping, high-rise buildings came into view, as if soldiers along the coast were protecting Shanghai. I went to Shanghai Wax Museum on foot. There are many wax figures in it. When I left the entrance, I saw the wax figure of Yao Ming. At first, I thought it was Yao Ming who did a good deed and bought a ticket at the wax museum. A closer look reveals that it is a wax figure of Yao Ming, a 2.29-meter-long wax figure of Yao Ming, just like the real one. When I walked in, I saw all the world celebrities in my eyes. A question arose in my heart: "How did the producer do it? Just like the same mold.
Out of the wax museum, we came to Huangpu River. We boarded the sightseeing boat, took beautiful photos and recorded videos. Looking at the river, the river is splashing, as if many people are playing with water waves.
On the third day, I came to Puxi, where the scenery is more beautiful, the buildings are row upon row, and the Shanghai dialect is not bad. Puxi is the core area of Shanghai, with many scenic spots, such as the Bund, Lujiazui, Old Town God Temple, People's Square, Huaihai Road Commercial Street and so on. In the evening, I walked in the People's Square, and thousands of lights led the starlight to spell out the night. Gorgeous desires poured into the streets, and the square speakers made a certain ranking. Beautiful songs remind me of my childhood memories.
During these days' travel, a wish sprouted in my heart. Zhang Da came to Shanghai to see the beautiful scenery of Shanghai again.
I love Shanghai, and I love this beautiful Shanghai.
The prosperity of Shanghai lies in its own temperament and its vicissitudes and brilliant practice.
At three or four o'clock in the morning, Shanghai vaguely revealed the bustling fireworks. I ran into Shanghai by mistake because I got on the wrong bus and got off at the wrong station. Suddenly I feel that even the air in Shanghai is so disgusting. License plates, road signs and so on are coming to me-Shanghai. With the sound of footsteps, communication and rustling, the sky in Shanghai gradually became clear. What you see is not the warm sky, but brand-new bright and clean building materials and abstract and rational architectural lines. It's like the huge canopy of modern drama. It is said that Shanghainese have always loved concrete and meticulous life. So I tidied up my mood and prepared to leave. Destination: None.
If you want to know, learn about a city. Please prepare coins. Only buses will bring strangers to this city.
In Shanghai in August, Rainbow Anyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow shows the love and hate of Shanghai's marriage. And that enchanting little shanghai woman, just like the exquisite Shanghai life. Wang Anyi said that the focus of Song of Eternal Sorrow is not Wang Qiyao. I want to write about Shanghai's prosperity through Wang Qiyao's tortuous and romantic life, and those loose prosperity are embedded in Wang Qiyao's loose and affectionate life. Her every move proves the prosperity and exquisiteness of Shanghai. No matter how the outside world changes, Wang Qiyao people have the elegance of chatting in their own small world and a calm interest in tea.
The prosperity of Shanghai lies in its own temperament and its vicissitudes and brilliant practice.
For many people, the feeling of the Bund is the buildings of various countries on TV and pictures. My classmate once said that in Puxi, I couldn't feel the beauty of those buildings at all, and I didn't know that those photos were taken in Pudong until I arrived in Pudong. To tell the truth, I was really disappointed after listening to their words. Of course, I also know that for them, compared with the glamorous Pudong on the other side, those gray buildings in Puxi are really too shabby. Shanghai is a modern metropolis, which is more reflected in the high-rise buildings in Xujiahui and Pudong than in Puxi. Even if someone appreciates it, more is to look at the buildings they form from a distance. It's a pity that almost everyone is in a hurry.
The Bund at night is really beautiful, because the darkness hides the gloom of the outer wall, and the lighting makes the building crystal clear, but I prefer the building during the day. I always dream of going shopping in a sunny afternoon, but I don't have this luck when I visit the Bund. I still go shopping with others. As a result, I can only follow my own footsteps in a hurry. The only time I visit the Bund alone, it always rains. The smell of humidity is really unpleasant. My interest in shopping has dropped by more than half, but those buildings have always lost their charm.
My favorite thing is to walk along those buildings one by one. In the photo, the short building looks tall at that moment, and the gray exterior wall gives people a particularly solemn feeling. Those thick pillars are awe-inspiring No wonder the Greeks used pillar structures in their temples. Compared with the short steps and fast elevators of modern high-rise buildings, the high steps of those buildings add a little calmness and solemnity, which is similar to many stone steps of those mountain temples in China. And those signs that say "Excellent Modern Architecture in Shanghai" are also something I must read every time. Besides understanding their history, I can also learn to feel that these buildings need my own careful observation and experience to see the beauty I feel. For example, the copper lion whose tail was cut off by HSBC; Some sculptures and portrait columns under the eaves can't be seen unless you look back at your neck and your eyes hurt. Another example is the Bank Building in China.
Ever since I heard my father introduce the Bank of China Building at an unknown time, I have always had special feelings for this building. As the only building on the Bund designed by China people, it always seems to have a strange sense of pride. Like all other buildings, China Bank Building is now a dusty building. The Peace Hotel next to it is pink and looks elegant, but I always prefer the Bank of China Building. In the distant picture, the Bank of China Tower is slightly lost among many luxury buildings. Even if you look closely, many people don't pay much attention. Perhaps because of this, it really proves that it is the perfect combination of European architecture and China architecture. After reading the criticism of the "hat-buckled" building in Beijing a few years ago, I have a deeper understanding of the designer's design of the Bank of China Building: there is no hat on the top, which is a bit like a tower, and the joint with the main building is the traditional cornice in China. The main building is western-style, but Chinese carved windows are cleverly embedded in the middle. There is no sudden feeling, it is very harmonious, and it has always been prominent in the Bund architecture. The Bank of China Building is the only building I like looking at the flood wall. This distance is just enough to catch a glimpse of those details, but it won't have this effect from a distance or a close look.
Many times, there are too many things to feel carefully by yourself. The charm of all cities is realized through slow feeling.
The famous prose describing Shanghai 7 summer, Shanghai morning, like its status, first welcomes the morning glow in the East. Less than five o'clock, I was running on the beach path on the west bank of Pujiang in the morning. Between the buildings in the city, I witnessed the rising sun in Ran Ran.
After the morning exercise, I accompanied my wife into a vegetable market in Xujiahui. When you enter the market, you are not greeted by colorful seasonal fruits and vegetables. Nor is it the curse of "Wang Po sells melons"; But I was shocked by the shape of most buyers in the market. At this time, among the surging crowd, there are partners with gray hair and mutual support; A hunchbacked old man; There are also old people sitting alone with crutches. It seems to give me a feeling that this food market is open to the elderly. Although I am over 60 years old, I really look younger here today.
Seeing these old people crowded in the noisy food market, everyone was sweating and panting, and there was a pity and bitterness in his heart. Do they live for themselves? Or do you have to do housework to treat your children and grandchildren? Anyway, from everyone's helpless expression and tired eyes, I can't see any signs of happiness in my later years. Outside the market, a silver-haired uncle pushed his wife away and told her not to walk around in the shade and wait for him to buy food. A white-haired old lady hobbled to the steps of the food market on crutches; There is also an old man who bent down and walked out of the market, holding a bag of vegetables in his hand and struggling to climb into a wheelchair. I looked at him to see who was pushing the cart. But when I saw the old man rest for a few minutes after getting on the bus, there was no driver of the cart, but he controlled his wheelchair and slowly moved away from the food market. Looking at his floating back, I feel inexplicable pain and terror. ...
In the food market, I followed my wife closely, and she bought me and worked together. As we walked slowly, an old man in a wheelchair behind me patted my leg and asked me for help in a hoarse voice: "Comrade, please bring me a bottle of vinegar." I looked back and saw an old woman with wrinkles like cobwebs and sparse hair. She wears a pair of light brown glasses, and her clothes are gorgeous and neat. At first glance, she looks like a retired veteran in Shanghai. I quickly took a bottle of vinegar from the shelf and handed it to her, asking, "Grandma! You still come to buy food at your age! What about the children? " She was a little deaf and couldn't hear clearly, so she shouted back to me, "No, thank you!" " "I said with a wry smile," I ask you, where is your child? " I repeated it loudly again, and then she said slowly, "I'm eighty-six, and they're all gone, all gone!" "My wife left the year before last, and both children went abroad early ... They send me money back every month ..." She said with a proud smile on her face. Facing the smiling face of this lonely old man, I have no answer to guess. Is money really happy?
Since ancient times, no one is old, and it is not necessary to live to be old. Looking at the old man in this food market, I am deeply worried. Where have all the young people in this city gone? How is his (her) child? The city is developing and the population is aging. Is it really a reason that young people struggle for their careers and livelihoods and have no time to take care of their parents and courageous old people? Faced with the progress of the times and the gap in old-age welfare, when can we keep up with the pace of reality? I followed my wife out of the market with vegetables, walked glumly all the way, and came home unconsciously …