Legend has it that in the Southern Tang Dynasty, the monks of Hongjue Temple in Niushou Mountain, Nanjing, in order to facilitate the travel of pilgrims, built a bridge on both sides of the mountain with the money obtained by turning into fate, named Dongshan Bridge and Xishan Bridge.
Time flies, and Xishan Bridge has crossed countless good men and women, and now it has long disappeared.
But the stories about it have blurred thousands of stories across the land.
Xishan Bridge has become a conservative and full of life, some people say that this is "dirty and messy", but he does not understand that this is the mark of time.
In the past, it was a supply and marketing cooperative, but now it is a vegetable market.
Standing here, you will feel that life is so real and enthusiastic.
I've never been obsessed with the traces left by time, but the traces that keep time.
Yes, today I would like to share with you an open-air wild morning market, which is also a forgotten corner of modern high-speed life.
How to say it, big supermarkets are indeed faster, but vegetable markets are more likely to feel like they are living.
It's even a wild vegetable market spread out along an old street, and because it's open-air, it's bright on good days and rainy on bad days.
However, the weather never affects the people here to shout and buyPedestrians shuttle through it, like the beating pulse of this old street in disrepair.
Even if it is difficult to move an inch, it does not stop the enthusiasm of people to appear here.
Because it was formerly a supply and marketing cooperative, the shops along the street operated a variety of goods, such as groceries, grain and oil, tea houses, fish markets, butcher shops, vegetable stalls, fruit shops, and incense shops.
It is not only a vegetable market, but also a morning market that combines all the necessities of life, because after 11 o'clock, the crowd gradually disperses, and the old street begins to calm again.
Prices here are among the lowest I've seen in my years in Nanjing.
Because here 10 yuan can take away a large box of fresh strawberries, live sea bass 10 yuan a piece, 18 yuan two, the carton says the price is directly on the vegetables.
Here I can't help but think of a sentence: 10 yuan can't buy a loss, 10 yuan can't buy a loss. Hahahaha.
The snack bars along the street have become famous, and they are delicious in large quantities and affordable.
Today, the Xishanqiao Morning Market has long become a popular place in the city, but it still "goes its own way".
A husband-and-wife pancake and fruit shop has to queue up whenever you go in the morning.
The husband and wife spread the cake and put the ingredients, with a tacit understanding, the rising heat and the swaying small ingredients have a kind of Jianghu flavor.
Unlike the indoor vegetable market, the vendors here are much more casual.
The vegetables piled directly on the ground are selected at will, without the whitewash of the lights, stained with soil, and visible to the naked eye.
The fish had already jumped into the drain on the side of the road, and the boss didn't take a look, but only handled the fish picked by the customer neatly, and answered the person who asked the price from time to time.
In fact, I used to resist such a scene, fish scales would stick to my hands, and even the liquid splashed out between the boss's knife would stain my clothes and shoes.
But now I finally understandThe dampness of the shopkeepers' livelihood and the water stains of the citizens' food and clothing are the essence of life.
We often discuss life and death, or we are confused about the meaning of life, or we are afraid of death, but in the Xishanqiao Morning Market, life and death are just a pile of paper money and a string of ingots.
The gray-haired old man was sorting out the paper tickets blown up by the wind in front of the stall, and in her opinion, whoever bought the incense paper money was more pleased.
But life is going to end after allIt is better to be greedy for life, or to be afraid of death, than to live happily.
After all, in this old street, you don't have time to think superfluously, and you are interrupted by the picky voice next to you.
Buyers and sellers bargain with each other, you say that my boss is cheaper, and I reply to you that I don't make money.
Back and forth, the sophistication of the world is really a lot, and the mouth is a little bit almost down.
And I can't always learn how to deal with the boss, and I accept the boss's ** every time, but fortunately, I don't have to worry about being slaughtered here.
Of course, there are also elderly people who grow vegetables nearby who drag the vegetables grown in their own vegetable plots to sell here.
They always take care of their dishes like babies, tidying them up over and over again.
From time to time, they would have neatly folded bills in their pockets, and even a dime.
But isn't life just a dime a dime, when we advance money for pleasure, there will always be people who still insist on a frugal life.
An old scale and a couple of plastic bags are all the toolsEven with his back bent, he stood in the crowd with anticipation.
You can't help but be moved when you see them, maybe it's forced by life, maybe it's because you've worked hard all your life and can't be idle when you're old.
But looking at them, it suddenly dawned on us why we don't stand up and face life.
In fact, we all understand that an open-air morning market like this is already one less to visit.
What's more, it is a morning market like Xishan Bridge, and the old times are bumped into from time to time in the fireworks.
The sign of the old street bathroom is hung prominently around the corner, and the last time I went to a public bath in the south was when I was in school.
Time has passed so much that when I see these four big words, I feel like I'm in a trance.
But looking at the mottled walls around and the old buildings with a sense of age, you will feel that it is not at all inconsistent.
What surprised me even more was that behind a fish shop was a former ** church.
The closed gate shows that no one has been here for a long time, and the front of the door is filled with large pots of fish and shrimp.
It's too easy to ignore, passers-by care about the changes in fish and shrimp, but no one looks up and cares about this declining chapel, as if it didn't exist.
The church is old and dilapidated, but it naturally carries the glory of the past.
Time does not wait for anyone, and the silence of the building makes time stop.
In fact, visiting such a morning market is really a science, distinguishing the freshness of the ingredients, how to deal with it when you go home, how to pick a practical small object, and bargain with the boss. You have to learn slowly.
And when you collide with time, and then look at this colorful world, everything is as beautiful as ever.
The more tired life is, the more you need to cheer up and go into the crowd.
Isn't the life we care about just three meals and four seasons, and people's warmth and coldness?