A slow train in the mountains of Huazhou

Slow fire car

Author Zhu Wenjun

The first time I walked into the workshop of the golden molybdenum electric locomotive, I saw the long railway tracks, brown-red slag, and the old sleepers, and I couldn't help but get excited, and the "trains" were ready to go, and for the first time in my life, I sat on the "locomotive", and I couldn't wait to become a "train driver". Please forgive me, I still call "electric locomotive" "train" or "slow train" in informal settings, because the train has too many good memories and expectations for me!

Golden pile electric locomotive

"People on the go" are inevitable. After two car accidents in a car, I was more inclined to the train, and being with many people made me feel solid, and the sense of security that the train gave me was something that a car did not have. The rapid development of transportation has greatly shortened the distance between the two places, and the successful operation of the high-speed rail makes us feel "distance is not a problem" in surprise and excitement, and we have not yet enjoyed the comfort of high-speed rail, we have arrived at the station, and there are fewer "parting stations" type of tears ripples and tears, because we can see each other in the blink of an eye. I'm obsessed with my slow train. I like to sit on the slow train dangling and thinking, reminiscing, the rumbling whistle sound is like a farewell poem, the scenery outside the window has changed and changed, the passengers on the car have taken a stubble and come to a stubble, every time I get to a station, I can see the parting scene, wave my hand vigorously and shout "goodbye", maybe never see again, a break up I don't know how many years, a turn is already a vicissitudes, a scene of real drama is staged next to me, I am like an outsider, cold eyes watched.

At the window on the second floor of the substation, I watched a "slow train" pulling full of ore towards the direction of Baihua, and Dachang was its terminal station. The gentle prompt of the signal attendant loops around the workshop from time to time, repeatedly emphasizing every day that "the time limit for entering and leaving the east and west is 5 kilometers", in order to reach the other shore safely, which is a veritable slow train. The wires on the top of the car divide the green mountains not far away into several pieces, which makes me think of them: my childhood companion, the dream of the mirror flower and the moon... And the position around me, like the position in my heart, is always so limited, some people come, everyone is just my travel companion in a certain section, no one can accompany me forever, the more beautiful the promise, the more difficult it is to fulfill, the more like a lie, and I may be destined to be alone.

I often fantasize about taking such a slow train to Lhasa, Tibet, to see the miraculous Potala, crawling on the ground under the pure blue sky, worshiping in the compassion and tranquility of the Buddha, washing away the lead of the soul; I often want to go to the Sahara that the woman named Sanmao loves, and appreciate the exotic style of the great desert, but even if I can be as frank as her, it is difficult to be like herself, there are always some worries in my heart that cannot be abandoned, and there are always some shackles under my feet! How much courage it takes to miss the poet named Haizi, innocent as a child, who finally chose to end his life on the railroad tracks! In addition to the pain and despair that I could not empathize with, perhaps this real poet felt the indescribable poetry of the railroad tracks as well as I did!

Young people have all tried to find a place of stability in a shocking way, where there is no pain and sorrow, where "the bridges are strong and the tunnels are bright", winding and stretching far away as we want to go. Life is a journey, everyone's terminal is the same, so it is worth caring not about the destination, but the scenery on the way and the mood of seeing the scenery. Slow train, slow train, because the heart burns with unquenchable passion, slow train can also climb to the top of the mountain, along the way there are laughter and confusion, there are pastoral scenery and beautiful mountains, I only wish to take the slow train all the way to the journey smile will always be sweet, the mood will always be bright...

Original source: Jinduicheng Molybdenum Group Co., Ltd

Original author: Zhu Wenjun

Compilation and editing: Huazhou Literature and History Collection