Qin Liwei: My caravan dream

My motorhome dream

Qin Liwei

Life is alive and everyone has their own dreams.

Yesterday at a class reunion, I sneaked away. Perhaps, you muttered in your heart: "Ah, Old Qin, are you not good at alcohol?" Afraid to get drunk and run away? ......？ ”

Actually, non-also. Don't tell you that I am indeed invincible, but I am not the kind of person who is not polite, how can I leave so many old classmates and run away without saying hello?

To tell you the truth, the reason I escaped was because I heard an old classmate at the dinner table: "I bought a commercial house of more than 600,000 yuan in the city last year, and also bought a car with more than 100,000 yuan." Life went on like this, and I finally achieved my goal..."

It was this sentence that evoked my dream in life. I was ashamed and ashamed. Therefore, I took the opportunity to go to the toilet and slipped away from the "big luck".

The details of this old classmate are not clearer than me. Soon after graduating from junior high school, he worked everywhere and wandered the rivers and lakes. He picked up the rags and almost became a beggar. Later, with the blessing of his relatives, he entered the factory opened by his relatives. There, step by step, he climbed up, became a supervisor, married his wife, and is still working in that factory. They have a baby son after marriage, and the family of three coexists harmoniously and happily.

I, on the other hand, cannot be compared to him. After graduating from junior high school that year, I also wandered around to work, pulling rickshaws, picking coal in coal kilns, working as porters, working as enterprise production workers, working as a stir-fry chef in small stir-fry shops, and so on. But then what?

Now stepping into the confusion, people are middle-aged, but carrying a broom sweeping the street...

I remember a summer in the mid-1980s when I was ten years old. A torrential rain lifted the tiles from the roof of my house, leaking water everywhere and getting wet from the quilts on the bed. Of the three tile rooms, none of them were dry and wet everywhere. Mother sat on a small stool, looking at everything in the house, frowning bitterly, sighing; Father stood in front of the wooden window, looking at the non-stop raindrops outside the window, thoughtful, without saying a word; I looked up at the "skylight" on the roof that had been opened by the fierce wind, and for a moment I stared down at the old and rusty bicycle in the corner.

"Dad, our family is too poor, and I will study hard in the future and strive to get into college." In the future, I will try to make our family live in a safe, spacious and comfortable building, and buy a small car, so that we can go to the street and it will be convenient..." I said to my father in a childish voice.

My father listened to my words, turned his head, smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Remember, this is your dream, you must work hard to achieve it..." At that time, my father was a primary school teacher in the village, receiving a salary of tens of yuan a month, and he relied on this income to support his family.

However, time flies, and more than thirty years have passed. Nowadays, whenever I see the father of the old Dragon Bell and the white-haired mother, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. I worked in the city of my hometown, lived in low-cost housing for ten years, and the worn-out motorcycle accompanied me for more than ten years. Over the years, I have repaired it back and forth, and it is not bad for me, still driving me to and from work with groaning courage and perseverance.

Compared to the old classmate, I was indeed outdated, because I was often troubled by the shyness of my pocket, and my caravan dream had not yet been achieved. I am still struggling, struggling and struggling on the road of life. I know that people are more popular than dead people. But I understand better that if I only do "frogs at the bottom of the well" and do not compare myself with others, then I will be "lonely and self-congratulatory", and I do not understand the gap between myself and others. In this case, there will never be progress.

After forty years old, I often wake up in the middle of the night, looking around me in a trance, a lonely pillow, a person, alone in this room, and then think about my RV dream, but my thoughts are rolling, tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep... One night last autumn, I didn't know what kind of blessing I had, and in my dream I lived in a brand-new building with my parents, and I took a small car to the street to catch a market, laughing and laughing all the way...

However, when I suddenly woke up, it was a dream, and the tears could not help but wet my chest. Thomas Carlisle once said that "no one who has cried late at night is not enough to talk about life". But life, for me, is so cruel and realistic.

Think about it, over the years, I have been sleeping at night, fighting non-stop, and never having a fight. I don't know why my dreams are still so far away. I just understand that people in this world have different family backgrounds, growing environments, ingenuity, and opportunities.

In this world, there are people who soar to the top and hike to the blue sky; some people suffer and hardship, and finally get the right results; some people rely on hard work to realize their ideals in life; there are also people who crawl on the road of life for a lifetime, but it is also difficult to reach the other side of their dreams...

Life will always grow old, people who live in the glorious buildings of Jinbi and drive luxury cars will slowly grow old; people who rent a house for a lifetime and ride a bicycle for a lifetime will also be difficult to resist the erosion of the wind and frost of the years... In this world of thousands of households, the sun is new every day. I am glad that I do not have inferiority, self-violence and self-abandonment, and there is still a forward force in my heart, which is enough for me to fight the road of life with the dawn of hope.

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Qin Liwei, a Zhuang ethnic group, is a native of Jinchengjiang District, Hechi City, Guangxi. He loves literature, loves to read books in his spare time, writes diligently, and is a poet of the Chinese Poetry Network. He has published prose or poetry in newspapers and periodicals such as Guangxi Annual Report, Guangxi Workers Daily, Nanguo Morning Post, Hechi Daily, Hechi Literature, Contemporary Writers, Modern Writers Literature, Writers Online, Yuanguo Academy, Hechi Literary and Art Circle, Cuiping Literary Salon, Huanjiang Literary and Art Circle, Hongshuihe Literature and Art Online, Shenzhou Literature and Art, etc.

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