First transit at Beijing Station (clip from Bluestone's memoirs)

I can't remember what it was like to leave home, but I remember that the train into Beijing from the train station in my hometown city was around five o'clock in the afternoon, and when I got on the train, I only bought a station ticket, and there were many people on the train, barely squeezing a position in the aisle, supporting the nearest seat back to stand. Because it was the first time to go out, and because it was often heard that people were stolen on the train. So there was hardly anything in the pocket outside the clothes. Soon I heard the people in the carriage say that the car had passed Datong, and Qingshi had heard that when the train passed here, there were thieves stealing things from the car, which was very arrogant. Sure enough, the car arrived at the station, and there were many people on board, and the carriage was crowded in an instant. From time to time, someone squeezed around in the carriage. Suddenly, Qingshi once again felt that someone was squeezing behind him, and the people who were squeezing were very slow, while squeezing, he touched his hand on Qingshi's pants pocket, touched the thing that looked like a banknote inside, and took it away sharply. This series of actions, Qingshi obviously felt it, but This was the first time that Qingshi had gone out alone to take the train, he did not dare to look back, let alone make a sound, and let the thief touch the things in his pocket. When the train was about to arrive in Beijing, in Xuanhua and Shacheng in Hebei Province, there were many fewer people on the train, and almost one or two seats per person could be seated. Bluestone pulled out his trouser pocket, which was empty. Inside, it was originally written to him by a fellow who had gone to college, and the precautions for going out and the information on the transfer halfway were written to him. Fortunately, there is not much content, almost all the bluestones have been written down, and there is no need to look at the records on the paper. Soon the car arrived at Beijing Station, got off the train and entered the station, stepped on the elevator of Beijing Station, looked up, the elevator was long and tall. Bluestone felt that the world here was advanced and prosperous, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling, both joy and sorrow. As the elevator went up, I also stood on a high place and looked down, feeling a clean and rich city atmosphere, and I was a little excited, but soon I was alone with this elegant environment, and I couldn't adapt to the feeling of inability to adapt to my heart. Because the first time he came to Beijing, there was some unbearable happiness, but being alone away from home made him feel homesick, and this was just the beginning, a long journey and an even longer road to study, making him unable to imagine what the future days would be like and how to spend it. After completing the transfer procedures, there are still more than ten hours before the time of taking the next train. Bluestone wanted to stay in the waiting room for too long, or go outside, out of the station door, go to the left, because to the right feel that the building is very compact, there may be no scenery to see. Walked a distance, went up the overpass, the overpass is very long, far away, the road at the end of the overpass is crowded, bustling. Everything is so strange, maybe there will be some novelty just arriving in the big city, but more is confused. There was chaos in his head, and there was a little sanity in the depths of the chaos, directing himself forward. Moving forward, the feeling of curiosity and excitement is slowly fading, and when you return to the station to wait for the train, you feel that the long wait, coupled with the hustle and bustle of the waiting room, and the crowding of the full seats, is even more boring. Therefore, I still dragged my slightly tired body, walked the whole overpass, and went down to the other end to turn around the nearby street scene. After turning, when I walked back, looking at the environment that was incompatible with myself and the flow of people walking around, my head was still a mess, and I felt that I might fall down at any time, and when I fell, I might pass out, and my soul floated away. But what little bit of reason lurks in the depths reminds itself to stick to it, to return to the waiting room, and to continue to its distant destination. Fortunately, this bit of sanity deep within me, without it, Bluestone felt that he could lie down anywhere at any time, or start to fall asleep, or his soul drifted to an unknown place. What beautiful yearning for the future in my heart is blurred, diluted, and there is no strong pursuit mentality. Fortunately, which reason has always been strong and cautious, constantly reminding Qingshi, driving him forward, and later in the day, he stepped on the train to the next destination at Beijing Station.