Heaven doesn't matter to heaven, hell doesn't matter to hell, everything is only in the human heart. ——
I listened silently to the infinite grumbling of the neighbors, as if the content of these grumblings had nothing to do with me. Because I have not yet thought about the content of the complaint, I have to accompany everyone's complaints and gradually wait, so that such a day is no longer a pure vision of the 2B house price in the motherland.
However, everything, in fact, I am powerless to control. For this social reality, for this city, for the youth that we once remembered infinitely, it may now be a spectacular self-deprecation.
As a senior young man with a senior dick, the wind and rain of these years seem to be like a cassette tape that once was, pressing the back button and screeching for a while, just in the autumn of that year.
The rumbling sound kept ringing in the ears, and the T25 train, mixed with the longing hearts of young people, transported more than a dozen carriages of hope for the motherland and the early morning of September 6, 2002 from Beijing to Qingdao.
It just so happened that the second cousin was free, so he received a commission from my father and sent me to Qingdao to accept the new world, feel the new life, and meet the new human beings. He also stopped by to visit two of his long-lost classmates.
Everything is like a world away, I have never left my hometown, I raised my lazy eyelids after staying up late, lying on the window of the school bus quietly observing the scenery of Qingdao. The school bus left the train station, along Taiping Road, past the trestle, and soon disappeared into the thick and dense sycamore shade of Daxue Road. Then there were the silently curled bushes at the second school gate and the smiling assistance of the college's welcoming team, and the endless slope on the way to The 114 dormitory in Building 3.
There were already three or four people in the dormitory, a simple greeting, I had heard the names of their hometowns from the semi-hanging Mandarin with thick accents in their respective dialects, of course, I was lonely, and my cousin also had to explain to me what jining, Laixi, rushan were some places, fortunately I was not stupid, I had heard of place names such as Zaozhuang, Zhenjiang, and Weihai before. When the afternoon was leaving, the second cousin left a sentence for the brothers in the dormitory, "Brothers and sons get along well", and left in a hurry the next day.
I closed my eyes and slept on the first night in Qingdao, and then the second and third nights after that, but they all left my impression in my memory, as if I had played with the formation method in the years, and I stepped into Du Jing's surprise, but I couldn't find the way to live and die. Thus, all the joys and sorrows instantly turned into a dream made after a deep sleep, and this dream was done for eight years.
It's been a lot of eight years.
Ignore those many emotions, integrate some sensational scenes and shots, pick out a few plausible ambiguous words from the places that are easy to touch in the heart, and put together the pain that has been enjoyed, the happiness of hatred, the tears of smiles, and the harvest of sobbing, full of residual shells, just for the freedom of the world.
Divide these eight years into two, the first paragraph is still a chuchu and moving youth, and the latter paragraph has become a cruel crawl.
A lot of time is always gone, just as many people are gone forever.
Nowadays, no one has talked about the abbot who was as stable as Mount Tai in the military training that year, the photos taken for free by Lei Egg when he first climbed the Baguan Mountain, the fight for wine that was difficult to suppress at the end of the banquet at the end of the Games, and Xiao Gu sang the song "Don't Be Afraid of My Sadness" at the party; probably no one will miss who ate the dumplings fed on the eve of New Year's Day in 2003, who was headshot by whom during the all-night internet café in Hongjian Zhengqiang, who was pulled by whom when he played in Beijiushui, and who was behind whom in the graduation photo that had been read N times.
Everyone has drifted away with the wind and scattered at the end of the world.
In the dirty Building 3 of that year, I had the privilege of living in feng shui treasure 114, the most central dormitory on the first floor, the only dormitory with white floor tiles in the whole building. In the four years of college, I will spend countless boring hours in various dormitories, playing poker and fighting boxing is my eternal theme, and saving money and being happy is the most important policy. In the bathroom on the first floor, confident naked men are often displayed in the summer; pit no. 1 is always rarely squatted, because the sewer pipe on the top leaks; and later, the sewer pipe above the second pit and the fourth pit occasionally began to leak, so the macho men on the first floor were forced to be helpless, and had to run to the second floor before class to grab the pit with the brothers.
Protestant and old teachings, academy and teacher garden, sixth and second floors and small white buildings, chemistry hall and new experimental building, basketball court and football field, service department and library, plus the red Jian Zhenqiang Tiantuo outside the second school gate and the fourth school gate, Juyiju Tianyi Ju Gele Mountain, miscellaneous sauce noodle meat sandwich Qiao Qiao Sister Liangpi, and Baoye books that can be 20% off, you can fabricate all the stories of my university life. Whether pretending to be forced in the story or bragging outside the story, all the content that has grown up cannot withstand the intermittent groaning of time, even if it is the thick wall around the sycamore and Haida for hundreds of years, even if it is the statue of the old gentlemen standing on the campus, even if it is a dream that everyone has loved and forgotten, after being gently hummed by this moan, it will suddenly disappear.
Before it was too late to think about what would happen after the disappearance, the brothers and sisters scattered with their eggs and beasts, and everything went so fast that my graduation guestbook contained only a short message of less than 20 people and hurriedly announced the closure. Except for the many outstanding people who escorted the graduate school and the pile of enthusiastic young people who temporarily lived in Qingdao to make a living, the others, I have hardly seen again in the past four years, they are only thought of, only talked about, just written.
In the days after graduation, I went to my hometown dormitory, Huangtai Road, and successively wandered the houses of Taitung Caishi No. 2 Road and Tiantai Road; in another year, I drifted to Yancheng Road, and in two years, I moved to the Zhenjiang Road annex.
My friends were finally left alone.
Fortunately, there are colleagues who work together, occasional acquaintances, friends from all over the world, who bring me happiness, care, and so on.
When the wheels of history crushed all the unhappiness and unhappiness of the 2006 year, the failure of the examination, the fall of dreams, and the fatal mistakes at the end of the year, a story is like a cigarette butt that has been smoked, the soot is scattered with the wind, and the temperature of the cigarette butt still burns the confidence I have accumulated over the years, and I can't even enjoy the infinite beauty of this big city. I had to suppress the anger that slowly slipped away because youth had nowhere to rest, not to curl up and pursue, but to relieve my sorrows. Just for the sake of stepping out of the footsteps of youth that is no longer youthful, in the end, even if it is lost, even if it is afraid of everything.
Stroll around the trestle, look at the small Qingdao, go to the grass of Badaguan to sit, to the first two or three baths to listen to the tide; the sculpture square who can not understand the smell of chicken dancing, music square often appreciate the sad tone of wandering singers; May Fourth Square so many kites, do not know which unlucky egg wrapped the line on the Wind of May; the Olympic Sailing Center in addition to the thick bluestone slab, the waves are whistling a little boring. I quietly walked into The Zhanshan Temple, through the Botanical Garden, and several times I missed the beautiful cherry blossoms of Zhongshan Park; the huge stone in the North Jiushui, which could be heard breathing at the bottom of the pond when climbing on it; and the incense of the Upper and Lower Palaces, which always seemed to be accepted as some satire on the gods.
High-rise buildings and countless delicacies. Those hot pots, grilled meats, grilled fish, spicy pots, those Lu cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Korean cuisine, ground stall dishes, those sea cucumbers, mackerel, knife fish, spicy stir-fried clams, those rice bowls, dan dan noodles, rib rice, dumplings, those fresh beer, pure raw, black beer, green beer, raw pulp, those wasted, those packaged, hurried past, there is no deep impression. Step by step, I walked through unfamiliar streets and alleys, ate strange meals, played strange games, wasted strange time, and only gained familiar myself. Therefore, when I refused to forgive the loss of humanity, I expressed my deep condolences for my insoluble persistence.
Nian Hua is like this, always think that concocted a tea with excellent taste, did not expect to mix with the self-righteous taste into it, and then taste, it is full of bitterness. This bitterness coils around the throat, like not seeing and not dispersing the sound of music in this life and this world, the figure of a friend disappeared inside the music, like the emptiness of the face in the Lotus Flower of Wal-Mart Jiashi Hakka Lefu Yichu Lotus.
This emptiness is full, and it is finally filled with the heavy and exciting complex feeling of being a house slave in Dingshihuafu, and by the north wind of late autumn, it lingers on the banks of the Licun River and beside the viaduct, like a worm that has waddled through the years, like a moon bend through the years, tepid and lawless.
