Fuzhou Road Fortune Telling _ Where is Fuzhou Fortune Telling Street?

An article/fragment describing Shanghai customs written by a famous artist.

Looking at Shanghai from the commanding heights, Shanghai's alleys are spectacular scenes. It is the same thing as the background of this city. Streets and buildings stand out on it, which are dots and lines, and it is the kind of brushwork called Chinese painting, filling in the blanks. It's dark, the lights are on, and these dots and lines are on. Behind that light, a large area of darkness is an alley in Shanghai. The darkness seemed almost ups and downs, almost pushing those rays away. It has a volume, but points and lines are floating on the surface, and it exists to divide this volume. It's just punctuation and things like that in the article, broken lines and sentences. Darkness is like an abyss. When a mountain is thrown down, it also sinks quietly. There seem to be many reefs hidden in the darkness, which will capsize if you are not careful. At any time in Shanghai, several lines of light are dominated by darkness and will last for decades. The glory of oriental Paris is built on darkness. A shop is decades. Now everything looks old, and the original works are revealed bit by bit. The morning light lit up bit by bit, and the lights went out bit by bit. First, there is a thin layer of fog, the light is straight, and the outline is like a meticulous brush. The first thing that jumps out is the tiger skylight on the roof of the old alley, which looks exquisite and smart in the morning fog, and the wooden frame sash is finely carved; The tiles on that house are well arranged; The rose in the flowerpot on the windowsill is also carefully cultivated. Then the terrace came out, and the clothes overnight were stagnant, like clothes on a painting; The cement on the low wall of the terrace has fallen off, revealing rusty red bricks, and like a painting, every stroke is clearly identifiable. Then, the cracks in the gables also appeared, and there was a little green moss, like the coolness of tentacles. The first ray of sunshine shines on the gable, which is a beautiful picture, almost gorgeous and somewhat desolate; It's both fresh and old. At this time, the concrete floor at the bottom is still in the morning fog, and the fog at the back is heavier than that at the front. There is also sunshine on the iron railing balcony of the new lane, which is reflected on the long landing window. This is a sharp stroke, which means to open the curtain and divide day and night. The fog was finally dispersed by the sun and everything became more colorful. The green moss is actually black, and the wood of the window frame is also black. The black iron railing of the balcony rusted yellow, green grass grew in the gap of the gables, and the white pigeons flying in the sky turned into gray pigeons. Alleys in Shanghai are all kinds of shapes and sounds. Sometimes they are like that, sometimes they are like this, and they can't reach an agreement. In fact, the same and the same are the same. They said the same thing over and over again, with thousands of people and thousands of faces. Shikumen Hutong is one of the most influential hutongs in Shanghai. It has the inheritance of some deep houses and courtyards, and it has the face of an official residence. They put all the strict obstacles on a door and a wall. When you open the door, the yard is shallow and the living room is shallow. You walk in three steps and two steps, and a wooden staircase blocks your head. The wooden stairs do not bend until they reach the upstairs boudoir, and the window facing the street on the second floor is full of amorous feelings. The new alleyway in the East District of Shanghai puts down its shelf, the door is a low iron gate with hollowed-out carvings, and it is not enough to have a leaning window upstairs. You also need to make a balcony to stand on to see the scenery of the market. The oleander in the yard sticks out of the wall and can't lock the spring. However, it is still guarded inside. The lock on the back door is a spring lock made in Germany. The windows on the ground floor have iron bars, and the low iron gates have sharp corners. The patio is surrounded in the middle of the room, and it seems that it can't get in or out. The alley of the West Apartment is heavily guarded, with complete rooms and a closed door. The posture of and while one man guards it and ten thousand cannot force it, the walls are soundproof walls, and chickens and dogs don't hear each other. The house and the house are separated by a wide area and never meet. But this kind of prevention is also a democratic prevention, European and American-style, which protects the freedom of being a man. In fact, you can do whatever you want, and no one can stop you. The noise of the shack is completely open. The linoleum roof leaks rain, the partition wall is not sheltered from the wind, and the doors and windows are not tightly closed. This kind of alley house looks like rows of crowded houses, and the lights are like beans bit by bit. Although weak, but dense, like a pot of porridge. They also have countless tributaries like rivers and countless branches like trees. They crisscross and form a big net. They are exposed on the surface, but they are mysterious and tortuous inside. At dusk, pigeons wander in the air of Shanghai, looking for their nests. The roof is constantly undulating, and the roof rises to a peak when viewed horizontally. Standing on the commanding heights, they are all connected and endless, and the southeast and northwest are somewhat confused. They are still flowing like water, drilling around every crack, which looks a bit messy, but they are actually patchwork. They are vast and dense, some are like wheat fields harvested by farmers after sowing, and some are like virgin forests, leaving them to fend for themselves. They are really very beautiful scenery. The alleys in Shanghai are very sexy, like flesh and blood. It has the coolness and warmth of tentacles, reason and selfishness. The back window of the kitchen, full of oil stains, is specially for the old lady to gossip. The back door by the window is where the big lady goes to school with her schoolbag on her back to have a tryst with a man. Although the front door doesn't open very often, there are great things to do as soon as it opens. Designed for guests to walk around and post wedding notices. There is always a little uncontrollable excitement, and jumping is a bit rambling. Balcony and balcony, as well as the window, are whispering, knocking at the door at night is also one after another. Still have to stand at the highest point and find a good angle: the clothes on the bamboo pole hanging in the alley are a bit ambiguous; Impatiens, gems and shallots planted in flowerpots are also transactional; The pigeon cage on the roof is an empty heart; Broken and messy tiles are also symbols of heart and body. The gully-like bottom is paved with cement and made of stone eggs. Finally, the cement paving was somewhat detached from the heart and lungs, while the back of the stone egg road was full of meat. There are two kinds of footsteps, the former is crisp and loud, but the latter is eaten stuffy in the stomach; The former is polite, the latter is sincere. Neither of them is an official document, but an inevitable daily saying. The back streets and alleys in Shanghai are more like walking into people's hearts. The road there is full of cracks, the sewer overflows, fish scales and old leaves float on the water, and there is oil smoke floating in the kitchen. It's a little dirty and untidy here, and the deepest privacy is exposed, which is a bit unruly. So, it looks a bit gloomy. The sun came in at three o'clock in the afternoon, and soon the sun set. This sunshine gives it an ambiguous color, the wall is yellow, the roughness of the surface is highlighted, and there is a rustle. The window glass is yellow, stained and looks like a flower. At this time, the sun has been shining for a long time, and some people are at a loss and exhausted. When the last light that sinks to the bottom of the water bursts out and shines, there will be a lot of sediments in the light, which are sticky and heavy, and some are unclean. Pigeons fly in front, some dust in the sunset flies in the back alley, and wild cats are here. This goes deep into the skin, far from being close or close. On the contrary, it is a bit boring and intimidating, but there is a feeling of gnawing at bones. The moving of Shanghai Alley comes from the most daily scenes, not stirred by the rhyme, but accumulated bit by bit. This is touched by the popularity of fireworks. There are some unexpected and understandable things flowing in the rows of alleys. It's not a big deal, but it's trivial and meticulous, and sand can be built into a tower. That has nothing to do with the concept of history. Even unofficial history is hard to call, but can only be called gossip. Gossip is another landscape in Shanghai's alleys. It's almost visible, and it's also exposed from the back window and back door. The front door and balcony are a little solemn, but they are also rumors. Although these rumors are not history, they also have the form of time, which is gradual and causal. These rumors are close to the skin, not as cold and rigid as old paper piles. Although there are many fallacies, they are also sensible fallacies. When the street lamps in this city are brilliant, there is usually only one lamp in the alley, the most unusual iron cover, which is covered with rust and dust. The light is dim, and there are some smoking things growing and spreading below. This is the time to brew rumors. This is an obscure moment, somewhat ambiguous, but hurtful. Pigeons are whispering in the cage, as if whispering. The light in the street makes sense, but it's a pity that it was swallowed up by darkness just as it was about to flow into the alley. The gossip in the front room and the left and right wing rooms is old-fashioned and smells of lavender; The rumor about alley houses with pavilions and corner stairs is new, and the taste is the smell of mothballs. No matter the old school or the new school, there is a kind of sincerity, which can be called true feelings. They all scoop water by hand and fill a pool with a handful of water. Swallows build nests bit by bit with mud, without any laziness and treachery. The alleys in Shanghai are really embarrassing. The green moss in its shade is actually a kind of scar on the wound and a pain point healed by time. Because it is improper, it grows in the shade and has not seen the sun for many years. Parthenocissus is positive, but it is the curtain of time, covered with something. When the pigeon flies, it hurts to see the roof tiles of the alley with high waves. The sun is bursting out from the roof, full of potholes, and the light is just discounted light. This is a spectacular collection of countless small fragments and a great force for countless patience. -Wang Anyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow