It has also been thirty years since I graduated. In the dark, it was as if something was calling me. Let's go and take another look.
And once this idea was confirmed, a little urgency suddenly rose in the bottom of my heart, and my heart began to fluctuate a little.
So, 30 years after graduation, I finally embarked on the road that was once familiar but now a little unfamiliar.
The street is still the same street, and the road is still the same road. It's just that compared to 30 years ago, she looks older and narrower.
It's forty-nine, the north wind is cold, the dead leaves are flying, and the fallen leaves are all over the street. Patches of wrinkled and burnt dead leaves chased and rubbed on the asphalt, rubbing, blazing, blazing, blazing, like whirling windmills in the void.
I wrapped my coat tightly and walked west along the road to the west. Looking not far ahead to my left hand, it should be the place where I am haunted by my dreams.
The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.
Got closer, saw the truth, and the dream was shattered.
The familiar municipal construction company in Lubei is still there, while the warm and simple campus in Lunan that I used to know is long gone. In its place was the towering Lerthai. What used to be the sound of books in the academy has now become the roar of motors on the streets. What was once a quiet classroom has long since been transformed into a bustling and noisy market.
Looking around, they all became strangers, standing for a long time, and their hearts were churning. In the dazzling glow of the warm winter sun, I trance-trave through the time and space tunnel: the young man from thirty years ago was hurrying past me, the young man from thirty years ago was listening to the heart-boiling speech of the head of the department, and the young man from thirty years ago was concentrating on reciting My fiance ......; Thirty years ago, the young man was holding the flute at the end of the dim corridor, and the young man thirty years ago was holding back the tears in his heart, and was listening to the song of the girl he once loved silently and helplessly, which seemed to be still full of affection: ...... The love is shallow, so we have to wait for the next life to start each other's story, and the young man thirty years ago is drunkenly staggering out of the low-faced tavern on Likang Street......
Two tears slid across her lips. Only then did I realize that I had long since stopped crying.
The old garden has passed away, people go upstairs, lonely and melancholy, and their hearts are unsettled, but where is the Qin Ting where I can really cry loudly?
……
I thought about it all the way east along Zhengdong Road, just like my morning jog thirty years ago.
Farewell,all my love……
This should be regarded as an official farewell to the past. Think or don't want to be a thing of the past. With a wave of your hand, this life will not come again.
Stepping on the covered bridge in Chang'an Park, I was still a little distracted. I knew that I would have to wait for my thoughts, and she was still wallowing in the distant past. I'll have to be patient, give her some more time, and let her get out of that swamp of the mind on her own. After all, reason doesn't always control feelings.
Looking out over the railing, the eyes are full of solid ice and snow. After staring at it for a long time, I suddenly had an epiphany: in fact, the real purpose of my trip is not to revisit my hometown, let alone to mourn, in the depths of my heart, which is not easy to detect, but to pick up the memories of my youth that I once left in the corner of the city.
The lake in the north of the park is still thick with ice, and a group of middle-aged and elderly people step on skates, hold hockey sticks, wear helmets, bow their backs, and shuttle smoothly. They chased on the ice against the north wind of the hunt. Snap, snap, snap, snap, the crisp sound of hitting the ball blooms in the clear blue sky of winter. Suddenly, there was a graceful whirlwind, and a white and fine ice flower splashed under his feet. This is a kind of fighting, a kind of strength, a kind of enterprising, a kind of high-spirited. It's beautiful!
I was a little relieved.
The Buddha said, fate does not refuse, fate does not stay, everything follows fate, go with the flow, look down on relief, and feel at ease all your life.
