ImaginationofhutonginBeijing,isaquiet,clean,harmoniousandpeaceful.WhenIenterthehutongneighborhoods,sittingonthehumantricycles,accompaniedbythebell,shuttlelessinthecourtyardofneatfeeling.
MytriptoBeijinghutongfrompipesmokebywaystartedtheearliestBeijinghutongs,butnoimpressionofshadow.Inadditiontotheold,bumpyandfullofmudgreenflagtoproveitshistory,onbothsidesofthehouseisabitcan'tseetheyearsvicissitudesoflife.Houseistryingtokeepthestyleofofprimitivesimplicity,butseemveryuncomfortable.Wholiveswithshops,mixedwithunderwearhangingonthestreetwithoutcover,buzzingfliesunbridledgroundplayingtherubbishinthecorner.
Throughthepipeofdiagonalintohutongneighborhoods,slowlytofindalittlefeeling.Theafternoonsunonafewsparsepoplartreeinthealley,andfromleakinginleafgapbetween,onthegroundtoformthedappledlightandshadow,birdsandcicadasseemstobreakthesilence,silencesilent.Awayfromthedowntownofhutong,apeaceful,asifeveryothercity.Withoutamap,onlyknowthatallthehutongsout"through",alsonomattersomuch,goblind.Andso,hutongtourpleasantlysurprisedunceasingly,fulloffun.,forexample,twoturnson,encounteredthedrumtower,andwalk,awhileafterthesultryswayingwillowYinwasthepalace,isthebigcorruptofficialandarsenichomegarden.Andthe13middleschoolinBeijing,isthetaobayloryepalace.Hey!Inonehundredoldbuildingslearningmodernscientificandculturalknowledge,probablyseeanewworld.Theschool,willbeacombinationofclassicalandmodernperfectly.Turnseventook,hitthemeilanfang'sformerresidence.Thisisastandardsiheyuan,isrichtolivewithintherangeofaspacioushouse.Thesiheyunofnowseeontelevision,share,isalsohometoafewfewsingle-familyhouse.a
Walkinginthealley,seethehousesarepaintedonbothsidesoftheroad,thegreenpaint,greenpaintfallsoffinsomeplaces,revealingthemottledwalls.Buyapileofhutongpostcardsalltheruins,therooflongweeds,parkedatthegateofbrokenbicycle;Vendorscarryaburden,shavedteachercarryingcarryingpolewithitsload,aknifeofpushingthecar,Shoutingalane.Hutonginsummeriscool,winter?Thewindthroughthealleys,snow,blockingtheroadtosellcarbonlaboredtopulltricycledifficultalong...
Yes,Beijing'shutongisailing.Ahistoryofcoagulation,inonehundredthecapitalofthehumanities,thusbeingalittleeatingintohigh-risebuildings.Manypeoplealwayscalledfor,Shouting:"putsomehutongslefttofuturegenerations,"theideaisgood,butforthosethreegenerationsthepettytownsfolkandordinarypeople,oldandyounginaroom,inordertokeephutongsandcrowdedinasmallroom,itisnotfair.Nowhutongs,somereallyhasbeenbroken,andonlythosewhodeliberatelyprotectionofculturalrelicsarebeautiful,theotheronlyinfrontofthefuzzystone,losttheedgesoftheboardandthetoweringoldtreesrecordingthehutong'sprosperous.Andallthis,itisnecessarytobereplacedbyamodernthings,becausethingsaregrowing.
Myhutongtourwillbeattheend,IwalkedintoahalalBeijingsnackbar,choosetheopeningontheseat,smellingthearomaofFriedcake,steamedstuffedbun,throughthebebornglasslookedatthestreet.Thelightson,hutongcourtyardraisedsmoke,childrenplayingbyhismothercallinghomefordinner.AndIlookaroundthestore,theedgeofthesquaretableisdiners.Fromthehumanface,Ican'tseethetallbuildingisyearning,alsocannotreadandattachmenttothehutong,perhapsinhutonglifehasbecomeahistoricalinertia,orperhaps,theychangefromthebottomofmyheartquietlylookingforwardto...