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Recently, I have the opportunity to live in an urban fringe village. A marketplace livelihood breath, a little small Jasper-like feeling. When I work near here, I often have leisure time, day or night, my steps and eyes are lingering over and over again. I want to see through the survival and the reason and significance of supporting the family one by one in this street. Besides, why did I suddenly wander here? To be honest, I was surprised by the dirty, chaotic, miscellaneous and collapsed atmosphere here. A village which was close to the city didn’t see prosperity and fashion at all, and it was even not as beautiful as my hometown, rural villages and towns. However, I don’t hate it. Because we can’t see arrogance, domineering, majestic, oppressive, and magnificent indifference and ostentation here is the tiny days of quiet little people, a kind of quiet and slow, the flowing breath and smell. There are local and remote accents rippling in every street. Especially in the night, the figure of the noisy migrant workers is flowing endlessly. Here, There, the body and mind that have been tired for a day are dispelled here. I am used to the fast pace nowadays, the resplendent survival mode of comparing and packaging, I really like this plain and simple atmosphere of marketplace. Several years later, everything here is very suitable for nostalgia. I spend time and time alone in the streets here. In fact, I can’t see the streets here at all. They are all dirty streets and alleys. However, small but perfectly formed. Clothing shops, booths, snack restaurants, even hardware Miscellaneous, all kinds of clothing factories, shoe factories, all kinds of chicken and duck dried vegetables, bookstores and schools are all filled in these streets. One morning, I stood at the gate of the only primary school here. Seeing groups of young children eating all kinds of snacks and fast food at the school gate, they quickly gathered into that quiet reading world. How much peace and leisure in my heart. I stood there for a long time. I can’t explain why I always feel a little reluctant to part with students or places with scholarly knowledge and can’t bear to leave immediately. Schools, students, or bookstalls and bookstores which are squeezed in a narrow downtown to barely breathe and survive, I always think they are the soul of this place. You can lose one snack shop or one supermarket. If there is no shadow of books in one place, it is a lonely and unbearable thing. There is a public toilet opposite the school, which is a kind of Pigeon orchid or gray blue building. Very plain and clean, very nostalgic color. I think it is a highlight of personality and elegance in this shabby town. Even in today’s prosperous cities, it is not inferior. Maybe it was newly built in the last 12 years! Walk through the public toilet and turn to the south. See a square. There are people doing exercises and dancing in the morning and evening. There are all kinds of fitness equipment around, pavilions, green trees and so on, as well as old-age chess and card music packed in large tarpaulin. To be honest, I really dare not compliment those people who do morning exercises or dance at night. It seems to stick to a pile of dust. It is just like the street which is close to the 107 National Highway and is ravaged by traffic and dust. However, the atmosphere of casual self-entertainment is quite appealing. I often stay there and watch for a while. One morning, I passed there and quietly took a few photos with my mobile phone. When was it rebuilt and became prosperous, which could make people recall the simple breath and taste of those years. Anyway, I think this kind of landscape is very suitable for nostalgia. I often walk past those dense clothing stores, large and small snack shops and supermarkets indifferently. There are also night markets with lights, figures and fragrance which attract appetite. Because no matter where you are, there are too many things like this. Although they are the necessities for people to survive. I am just greedy for the trivial sound of this small family like emerald. I really always have a purpose: I want to realize something in this noisy and trivial market. I always want to figure out why people in this world are living and running around? What’s wrong with your life? Why did you suddenly wander here? Is it true that what kind of friends will have what kind of life? Why do people’s survival modes vary widely? Why are the distant Southerners living naturally and naturally here, commanding us to work for them? Also, why have you been led by something for many years? Always let the survival choose or eliminate yourself, instead of freely and independently choosing the life you want to take? Is it just like this in my life? This place is called Xiao Liu village, also called Liu Dong village, which is located in the suburb of the Southern District of Zhengzhou. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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