From time to time, when I graduated from graduate school that year, I carried a red travel bag and took a train to Kaobo, from Guilin to Beijing, all the way to the white blizzard, and the radio kept playing: iron in a certain place

There are times when flowers fall

After graduating from graduate school that year, I carried a red travel bag, took a train to Kaobo, from Guilin to Beijing, all the way to the white blizzard, the radio kept playing: the railway in a certain place collapsed, the trees on the side of the road turned into snow walls, the telephone poles fell in rows, and the people who swept the snow in the locomotive buried their heads and dug deep. The nerves of a country are tense and solemn, but the train is very indifferent. Look out through the condensed windows. One day and one night, thousands of miles away, there is only one color outside the window: white. Solidified white on the ash floor.

When I got to Beijing, I got off the train, the crowd was crowded, the station was dark and cold, but there was no snow at all, it was snowing in the south, only Beijing was not down, and I was disappointed that I was eager to see the snow for the first time in Beijing. That's how we got to Beijing. There was no feeling in one foot on the land of Beijing, just as I had lived in the south for more than twenty years and never thought I would come to Beijing.

Many people ask me, what are you doing in Beijing? When asked, his eyes lit up: You come to chase your dreams, right? The classmates in Fujian worship the five bodies: you are drifting north. The two words of North Drift always sound like a clatter in my ears, cultural people think that I am realizing the dream of a writer or an academic dream, and businessmen think that I am coming to Beijing to pan for gold. In fact, I fell off the list, so I stayed here by the way. When I first went to Beijing for academics, after several times, I colded my heart, and it was always a reason to look back.

A group of people went to Kaobo together, our school seems to have a special number of people going to Beijing, self-deprecating is to lead a team of people and horses under the school flag, although it is a school in the western frontier, but the reputation in the ancient literary circles is good, but it is not too annoying to the teacher. I was too tired to take the exam, so I put my chin on the table and wrote, the dragon flew and danced, and Wrote 15 pages. Some people sleepwalked up in the day and thought about their most tragic things (Ma Dabo). I took the test because I began to wander too vainly, and I didn't see it in the middle of nowhere. Walking out of the exam room is a curse, jumping 20 floors and no longer taking the exam. Opposite the examination room is the bathroom, a row of people in the bathroom in the sound of the rushing water loudly discuss the exam questions, a tall girl said; The day we are taking the test is to fill in the words, who can finish? I cried out: I knew I was going to take that test! A few years later, I met this mentor in the car, and I regretted that I couldn't receive it, and Gu Dao eagerly wanted to help me recommend it to a university outside the mainland. It's just that my academic heart has faded a lot. In the end, they all rested, went to school, married relatives, and worked. On the QQ group, I chatted warmly and distantly, talked about salary, talked about provident fund, talked about milk powder, and soon became an adult.

Beijing is very large, the snow scenery of the Forbidden City is very beautiful, the summer palace pool is said to have a pair of black swans, perhaps in a deep mansion compound, in the winter snow, there will be a few red plums blooming.

All of this, as Zhang Ailing said: it is very good and very good.

And even better. When spring arrives, the goose yellow and tender willows are sparse, the spring water is microwaved, the botanical garden is full of flowers, and the autumn maple leaves are upside down. People who are not in or pass by the capital are nostalgic and reminiscent of its beauty.

But if you ask me, what do you think of Beijing? I can't answer for a moment. Many words, others have already said it all, said that it is wonderful to the top, love and hate Beijing, take pride in Beijing, develop or fall in Beijing, can not turn me.

Distance produces beauty, or is beauty only outside of life? Good, bad, I don't know anymore.

The Spring Festival of one year is spent in Beijing. At night, a friend saw that I was bored, took me to buy fireworks, and Tiananmen Gate was forbidden to enter, so I stood on the overpass and strafed at the traffic. When the fireworks broke through the night sky, the hearts suddenly let go together and jumped up happily, and the car below saw two crazy people jumping and screaming on the overpass. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, wearing a big red down jacket up to the ankle, with his hands folded in his sleeves, he went to a small market in Beijing, and for the first time he saw the cabbage that could not be hugged, the big steamed bun without sugar, the apple mountain pulled by the carriage, and the dirty horse shook its head and squirted its hooves. Finally, he brought back a pot of yellow clay salted duck eggs.

Cooking for the first time in his life in Beijing. Gas stoves are not turned on. After frying the first plate of bean sprouts, the flames charred the tail of the long hair. A man onlookers could not sit still, grabbed the pot spoon, and the first pot of soup in the pot was ginger hen duck soup, with an earthen yellow pot. Beijing concentrates the food and tastes from all over the country, but it seems that it is not so authentic except for roast duck brine. So I slowly learned several authentic northern dishes.

When he was hospitalized outside Beijing. Just in the autumn, every time I take the big bus, I stand in front of the cab, looking at the side of the road, my eyes do not move for a moment, the road is full of splendor, the leaves are gently falling from the trees, and the slow motion in the movie appears in reality. When the golden leaves slowly drifted to the ground, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath. The golden leaves fell thickly, one after another, and the whole city fell into the leaves, and the fairy tale was comfortable and warm.

Later, I often went to Metro Line 1, at 5:30 pm. In the most densely populated place in the world, you can't see your feet down, and when you look up, you can only see a forest of heads. Concentrating on mixing odors produces ----- I'm often glad I don't have a good nose. Walking in the crowd, you can walk effortlessly and without touching your feet. At the moment when the door was about to be closed, the person behind him pushed it in hard, and the whole body stood in a stiff line, inhaling and receiving the most deflated stomach from the non-existent ----- so as not to be caught by the subway door. Wait for the bus after work, stack the rohans; take a taxi, wait for Godot.

Once went to an opera and took a taxi back to the countryside in the middle of the night. The street lamps were particularly eerily lit above the woods, and there was silence on all sides. The driver next to him did not say a word all the way, looking down, only the silhouette of darkness. Silent film in horror films. Stimulated by excessive fear, it was exceptionally calm and clear.

Describe the journey to Beijing at home with parents and relatives. Say, someone goes to work, which is equivalent to our drive from here to Xiamen. They pulled "Oh" for a long time, and then reacted, their eyes wider than tea eggs! So far! Every day!

Once, with a teapot, I fell asleep on the bus, and when I woke up, the boy who didn't know him next door was holding the teapot in both hands, and it was straight, lest the tea leak out and be warm.

Once rented the house under a yard, the yard is on the top of the thin grape rack, a purr of green grapes is really cute.

Once the subway got lost, walking around, to an old street, the roadside is full of locust trees, in spring, under the trees fell a circle of unseen locust flowers, round soft aura. The dark red signs of the old shop are hung horizontally and vertically, and the pale sky is also suitable.