It has been 15 years since I left Sydney in 2007, and I remember leaving in the autumn of May, when the small garden next to Hurstivlle City Hall was full of yellow leaves. This time it happened to be autumn again. After a full 15 years of spring and autumn, 1/5 of the time of life, as Jiang Jie said in "Poppy", time is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green plantains.
Walk out of Sydney's Kinstone Airport through customs, the morning sun peeks out of the pointed corners, spills the branches and leaves of the huge acacia tree on the ground, taxis speed by, and the window is full of landscapes that are greener than green mountains. The architectural designs that have remained unchanged for decades along the road, those familiar streetscape signs, leave like yesterday's time.
I remember many years ago, in 98, a teenager carrying a big suitcase to school was driven by the uncle of the school and pulled all the way from Sydney Airport to Wollongong Lookout. The uncle stopped and took me to the observation deck, like a colonel in Walter defending Sarajevo, pointing to the city below and saying, "Look, this beautiful city, he is Wollongong."
Wollongong is not Sarajevo, Wollongong is a beautiful coastal city with its back to the sea, on a sunny day, white clouds are quiet, seaside villas with red tile white walls, fine waves and white sand. When it rains, the light rain is crispy, and the mountains behind the university are foggy and foggy. When waking up in the morning, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and there are flocks of gulls and birds on the pier, and people are not alarmed. When the sun sets, the sunset is infinite, and the sunset and the solitary crane fly together, and the sky is the same. Studying, working, getting a driver's license, working very seriously, and spending 2 years in Wollongong.
After graduation, I moved to Sydney with my classmates, looked for a job, got a green card, rented a house, and spent another 4 years in Sydney.
Coincidentally, in 2005, he began to travel back and forth to Sydney one after another, and his college classmates started a business in China, and after several ups and downs, his classmates are now the bosses of the listed companies on the New Third Board, busy every day, and the scenery is beautiful. But I just opened a small factory, ate and drank, was not busy, had no big ambitions, but sought happiness, and gradually believed in the eight-character maxim: "Life is short, and happiness is in time".
The first time I came to Sydney in 1998, and today I return to Sydney in 2023, a full 25 years have passed. Time passes like a white horse, people and singers cry in the water, birds go to birds to the mountains. The world goes around in circles, from one journey to the next. When I left, I thought I would go back often in the future, but when I looked back, it was many years later. I don't know who I am in my dream, how many times have I missed the sky to return to the boat? The only way to live every day well and be a happy dancer. Graceful and dancing.
