I don't know the origin of Simon. Judging from the name, it should be the west gate of the old Liuyang city. There is a row of houses on one side of the main street, and you can see the small courtyard of the dormitory in expressway section along a narrow aisle. As the dormitory for workers' children in Liuyang highway section, there are two buildings here. A slightly old six-story, a relatively novel eight-story. According to the elders, our family first lived by the Ximen River. Later, my father entered the highway section, and a few years later, he bought a house provided by the highway section for the children of employees. For me, that slightly old building is my first home.
That building is expected to be built in the 1970s. They are all small apartments with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one balcony. It doesn't even have a built-in toilet. The layout of the building is L-shaped, the residents are on the long side, and the layout of all toilets is below. So you have to go out to the bathroom or something. I have lived here since I was born until I was seven years old. I vaguely remember a stone bench in front of my house. Once your brother came to our house to play, and there was no one at home. He sat on the stone bench and waited for a long time. When I was young, I was not liked by my aunt in kindergarten. All kinds of difficulties made me reluctant to go to kindergarten, so I went out early in the morning to hide in the toilet and didn't open the door, or climbed onto the guardrail of the outer corridor and threatened to jump off the building. After several farce, I didn't go to kindergarten again after all, but it was not because of my own troubles, but because I accidentally broke my bone while playing trampoline. By the time the bones were connected, I was old enough to go to primary school. Memories before the age of seven are always so vague, but I still remember some. At that time, my parents and grandmother lived there with me. My parents live in the room, and my grandmother and I live in the living room. There is a bed in the living room, and the remaining space is a table and some simple furniture. In summer, grandma spread a bamboo mat on the ground, lay on it, watched the Journey to the West on the old TV, blew a ceiling fan to bring cool air and drank an old-fashioned black herbal tea. Bitter taste and sweet taste eliminate the heat in summer. The memory of this old building is also about neighbors. Basically, my childhood friends are distributed in two buildings in the dormitory on the expressway, but I obviously look honest. It is such an honest-looking child who likes to play pranks, runs to another toilet and squeezes out all the shampoo and so on, then throws the empty bottle in the toilet and pretends to know nothing. In this way, it's a good idea to aim the mischief at those naughty friends. Later, I watched my little friend cry under "torture" and said, "I didn't do it." I feel a little guilty, too I found that doing bad things is actually very bad, and finally admitted my mistake. The neighbors said it was unbelievable. It's interesting to think about it now. A child who doesn't look naughty on weekdays has a heart of Xiong Haizi.
When I was about seven years old, my family moved to a slightly newer building opposite. It's still on the fourth floor, but this suite is more than 60 square meters, with two rooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and a balcony. I lived here until I was twelve years old, that is, six years from childhood to adolescence. This house witnessed my growth and bid farewell to my childhood. This building has eight floors, the top floor is a rooftop, which is divided into two parts, one is big and the other is a big iron water storage tank. It was built in the1980s. When I was a child, I often went to the roof to have gun fights (plastic toy guns), water fights and snowball fights. Some brave people climbed onto the tin can to play with the water inside. There are many friends in this building. From the third floor to the seventh floor, I have more memories here. What impressed me most was the balcony at home, where I spent most of my childhood playing with my friends. We gather all the toys together and play in my house. And I adapted some games and cartoons at that time into simulation games and organized friends to play together. When video games were not popular, we all played with toys and enjoyed ourselves, which led to our balcony staff exceeding the standard, and a group of children crowded at home, which also annoyed our mother, thus making a guest restriction order. Later, after the popularity of video games, we gradually moved to computer rooms and Internet cafes, thus diluting the legendary balcony.
? Then I went to Changsha and the house was rented out. Little friends have no place to get together, so they all go to Internet cafes to enjoy the rest of their leisure, and we have grown up and entered junior high school. After high school, the distance between us has also widened. I will be a senior when I live in this house again. Because of the demolition of Le Ge's family, I temporarily moved to the old house for transition, and I lived here when I returned to my hometown during the holiday. Back to the house after ten years' absence, I felt mixed feelings, stroking the painted walls and the once paved floor tiles, and had a feeling of crossing back to childhood in an instant. It is a unique experience to sit on an old and shabby sofa and recall childhood and the past. When I walked to the balcony with the richest and deepest memory, I suddenly felt that it was really too narrow, but at that time, at most five children were crowded. No wonder my mother complains that there are too many people and limited guests. The balcony layout is the same, but the toy legion has long since vanished, and the former playmates also have their own things, so it is difficult to get together. Pushing open the screen window, the window is still a black tile house like an ancient town, but some of it has been demolished in the distance. The old residential areas in this city are destined to be demolished and replaced by high-rise buildings. The next generation of children are afraid that they are all going back and forth in the elevators of high-rise buildings and narrow and closed corridors, but they can't feel the feeling that we stepped on Qingshi Road, shuttled between the maze of low-rise tile houses and ran wildly in other people's small yards. They can't taste the beautiful notes of the rain on the tiles in rainy days, and they can't smell the fragrance of the wet earth walls. In fact, I really want to keep this ancient building complex, especially because there are so many old Liuyang people living in it, and they still maintain a traditional way of life, such as taking water from a shaking well, planting flowers and plants in a small yard, drying clothes and so on. This is the living museum of old Liuyang. Too bad I'm not in power. I can only watch a little bit being torn down and replaced by the so-called modernization, and send the old Liuyang to photos and memories completely.
? 16, go to Ximen Highway Dormitory. At this point, it has been deserted. Although the house has not been demolished, no one lives in it. The former neighbor had enough money to rent a house, and his friends were completely separated. The piles of rubbish piled up in the yard made it impossible for me to go upstairs and have a closer look. I can only look at the exhaust pipe connected to the door of my house and the fat kitchen from a distance. I looked at the red brick coal shed built after 2000. Although the workmanship is rough, it is also used as a warehouse. I climbed up and played many times when I was a child. Now it has been demolished along with the old building. Behind the coal shed is another unit's house, which is also regarded as the personnel of the highway section system, but the relationship is alienated. Looking at the cement platform where I used to go to do my homework after school, many memories came back. It's just ridiculous why I'd rather do my homework half squatting than go back and sit comfortably. Maybe I really think it's faster to do homework outside.
? 17 years, all the old houses were demolished. Due to the depression of real estate, the government decided to turn it into a public parking lot first and then develop the house when the market is better. /kloc-in 0/8, the parking lot was demolished and houses were built. I wonder, how many former neighbors will move in when building a new house on the old site? At this age, all the friends are married and the elders of the older generation have passed away. Maybe many parents will lead us with our little friends. Can the relationship between the next generation be repeated? I have deep doubts about this. After all, Liuyang is constantly developing, and the neighborhood relationship will be unfamiliar with the development of the city. Maybe it would be better. After all, people in the same unit are more or less familiar. I'm afraid I seldom go back to live in other places for a long time. I just hope that when I go back, I can meet some former teenagers, sit down and talk about the old days, and then think about life together. If possible, our next generation really hopes to continue our friendship.
The west gate will eventually become a memory, the old Liuyang place name will be replaced by the new place name, and the old Liuyang people will gradually leave. How many changes will the new Liuyang people have? Everything in the world is changing. Although you will miss the past, life will never stop. Cherish the present and look to the future. Even though I go back less and less now, I try to see the change of Simon every time I go back. Anyway, the old days of Simon will stay in my childhood forever, at the turn of the century with rapid development and change.