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I study in a university in Northeast China. I take the K 1064 train to and from Chongqing and Northeast China every year. It takes two days and two nights to travel thousands of kilometers. It's too long. I usually buy a hard sleeper. But this year is bad luck. The ticketing software only got me a hard seat ticket, and my parents urged me to go back. No choice but to bite the bullet and experience the hard seat for two days and nights.
Going home for the New Year in a hard seat for two days and two nights sounds like a bitter story broadcast in the news twenty years ago, which is not true at all. And when this really happened to me, I found that sitting for two days and two nights was not so painful. Those hardships were actually added by the reporters themselves for artistic effects. I even got home when my ass was awake. I practiced this sitting kung fu in my senior year. All I remember is pus on my ass. ...
The problem of sitting is not serious. What about sleeping? The seats on the train are 90 degrees vertical, which is to torture people. They can't lie down at all. The table is so short that only people by the window can lie on it and sleep, so most people don't lie down or lie down. What shall we do? It must be hard for you not to sleep for two days and two nights.
Sorry, I know meditation, which is a skill that basically everyone who can't sleep because of the college entrance examination has mastered, and K 1064 is especially suitable for meditation. It starts from the Northeast Plain, passes through the North China Plain and the Loess Plateau, and finally reaches the Sichuan Basin, winding from east to west, which will soon allow me to enter the situation of harmony between man and nature.
Actually, the biggest problem is boredom. I have used two charging treasures, and I have memorized half of the words of CET-4 and CET-6. The train is only halfway there. How do I pass the time? In the northeast, you have to talk. At this time, I began to chat with the teacher sitting opposite me. He got on the bus a day later than me, but he was already sitting half dead. It can be seen that it is a rumor that there is no hardship for their elders after 90.
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Master is a liar and a low-level liar. He is wearing a Tang suit and a hat. When the top hat was taken off, he was bald and shiny. At first glance, he looks like an old Chinese doctor selling fake drugs on TV. But he is more fierce. He said that he came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine and earned 20,000 yuan a day in Beijing to treat cadres at or above the division level, which can cure all incurable diseases that modern medicine can't cure. These words are all lies. Why don't you squeeze a hard seat with a daily income of 20 thousand? When he said these words, I thought, will anyone really be deceived by such a ridiculous lie?
So I didn't refute him. I don't think the master's words can fool people at all. It is not worth refuting. Just listen casually and pretend to believe it, so that his old man can go home with a sense of accomplishment and have a good year. Forty or fifty years old, it is still so difficult to cheat, and it is not easy for people to start a business on the train home. So when he said that he was the only person in the world who could cure Alzheimer's disease and advised me not to go to the hospital when I was sick, I nodded, indicating that I didn't trust modern medicine either.
I have another motive, and this one is even meaner. This motivation may be similar to going to the zoo to see animals or going to the circus to see clowns. His deception of not making a draft can give me a strong sense of superiority. Perhaps this motive is too despicable for me to tease my master. Fortunately, there is a joking buddy sitting next to me.
The buddy sitting next to me teased the master that his boss Cangzhou real estate tycoon had this problem. This sentence suddenly ignited the passion of the master performance. He quickly took out his mobile phone and asked the buddy to leave his contact information. Of course, that guy won't give it to him easily in order to have more fun (in fact, he doesn't know that kind of boss at all). In order to prove his identity to his buddies, the master opened WeChat and opened a circle of friends.
It is full of photos of him and various celebrities, officials, calligraphers and soldiers. It slides down from the top, but it can't slide to the end at once. I have seen those photos, and the P-picture technique is much better than that of my female classmate, but in these hundreds of photos, what is even more puzzling is how he wears clothes and has the same expression. Seeing that the buddy didn't respond (actually trying to suppress a smile), the master thought that he had fooled the buddy, scared him to death, and pursued him. He proudly opened his mobile phone address book, and even more exaggerated, except for the mobile phone number of the central leader himself. Fortunately, everyone just looked at the joke and was polite. They didn't ask the master to call Jay Chou, otherwise the master would make a fool of himself, or there would be big news about Jay Chou's Alzheimer's Harmo's disease on the gossip page tomorrow.
Just for fun, modern people are more introverted, and then the buddy casually gave the master a mobile phone number, and things passed. But the owner is not satisfied. Maybe everyone's friendly eyes just made him swell. He opened an article dedicated to him on Sohu to show me. The content of that article is similar to what he said before, that is, it gave him a bright light. Why did I say he was a p? Because I can see at a glance that the building is the largest bathing center in Jilin, but I added a master's name to it.
Less than two hours after this incident, a migrant worker came with a train ticket and told the master that this was his seat. The master nodded and left. It turned out that I was wrong at first. The master who earns 20 thousand a day didn't even buy a hard seat. Later, when I went to the toilet, I saw the master squatting at the back of the carriage to eat instant noodles and chatting enthusiastically with the migrant workers around him. My eyes were full of envy for the high wages of the migrant workers' brothers on the construction site for three or four hundred and one days. I think it may be more reliable for the master to earn 400 yuan a day when he goes to the construction site than to cheat and say that he earns 20 thousand yuan a day. He seems to have sound limbs and should be a good worker.
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After a long train ride, I have a strong plot of migrant workers. Every time I get on the bus, I want to throw away my student ID card and go to the construction site with my uncle, a migrant worker. Working on the construction site, 400 a day, taking classes and exercising. You don't have to be too active to pick up girls. My university professor has been studying hard in the cold window for twenty or thirty years, and there is not a hair left. One day, he was five or six hundred years old, and he still had problems. Maybe his ass is wrapped up. After the comprehensive evaluation, I naturally want to move bricks.
Instead of the teacher sitting opposite me, he is such a middle-aged migrant worker that I envy. His clothes are neat and simple, his skin is red and his wrinkles are deep. There seems to be mud hidden inside, and my eyes are narrowed. At first glance, he has been in the sun for so long that his eyes can't open any more. It was already evening when he got on the bus. I heard him say "take a sip and sleep", then spread out the braised chicken, peanuts and cucumber with garlic paste, took out a bottle of Dream Blue M6 and drank it in the bottle. I eat instant noodles for three meals, which is my craving. If you ask me, the migrant workers on the train are the most disrespectful, because the food they give themselves is the best in the whole carriage. Watching him finish his meal, my eyes were watering with lemon.
He didn't get drunk after blowing a bottle, so he told me that he was paid 400 yuan a day at the construction site, and the boss didn't dare to default on a penny. He told me that it was useless to study, that he was going to work in Xinjiang and gave him 500 yuan a day. He also told me that his children didn't study well, on the excuse that the salary for studying was not as fast as that for working on the construction site. I only replied to him in one sentence-this is my heart-saying that I want to work with him and don't want to study. I haven't been in 985 for more than ten years, and I don't have that high salary.
As soon as I said this, he suddenly woke up, shook his head and said, "No, no, reading or reading." Then he pointed to the master who was sleeping with his neck crooked at the back of the carriage and asked me, "I met him ten years ago." His deception didn't fool anyone at that time. Do you know why that man would rather be a liar than go to the construction site? "
I don't know.
"When he wants to go home and his children introduce him to friends, he can stand up straight and say that his father is a doctor. Unlike my son, he dare not tell his classmates about his father's career, making him backward, not even going to school, and hating me-"
I was angry with my uncle's son, and my father got worse, but I was only grateful to him. I interrupted my uncle and said, "Your son is wrong, his career is equal, your salary is high, and you can study-"
Uncle shook his head helplessly and interrupted me and said, "Just ask you a question, ask you a simple question. How many people are there in your university? Do you know whose father is a migrant worker? "
This question left me speechless. The conversation was silent here, and my uncle fell asleep soon after sitting under the influence of alcohol, but now I have been on the train for a day and a night, but I am not sleepy at all. Now I have figured out a question that I never understood before: Why do migrant workers earn so much and have material conditions for their children to receive a good education, but their children can't go to college? For example, in my department, there are hundreds of people and only one or two children of migrant workers. Why?
I heard my uncle say something in his sleep. He said he was afraid to go home and didn't know how to face the children. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to get in the car and drink. His liver is not good. ...
The answer to the question is inferiority complex.
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For the sake of children, migrant workers rush about outside in exchange for alienated affection; For the sake of the children, the master cheated outside, in exchange for the indifference of passers-by. But there are children on the train. They are full of energy, jumping up and down, shouting, and seemingly exhausted adults are hardly a species. It is appropriate to classify them as Xiong Haizi. For their pure hearts, the journey of two days and two nights is just a big play in a relatively narrow playground.
However, it has to be said that their hearts can remain pure because adults help them block the filth of the world. In the hard-seat carriage of the train, this adult is often a tired mother who is harder than her tired father.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night on the first day, I don't know how long I meditated. I opened my eyes and saw a stout middle-aged woman standing in the empty corridor at night. She forcibly opened her bloodshot eyes and blocked the seat with her body, as if afraid that something would fall from it. I looked at that seat. A four-or five-year-old child was lying in two chairs, fast asleep, unaware that his mother was standing beside him watching over him.
I patted the lady on the shoulder and sat her in my seat, saying that I would help her look after the children. She gave me a wary look and ignored me. That look scared me. It looks like the fierce look of the mother cat when I'm going to hug her newborn cub, which makes me afraid to make any more noise. When going out, safety comes first, and the safety of children comes first. She was afraid that I was a kidnapper and didn't trust me. For the safety of her children, she would rather stand alone all night.
The next day, the child woke up, and it was a new round of noise. Regardless of his mother's fatigue, he cried and played with his mobile phone, wanting to see Peggy the pig. For this reason, he said some ugly words to his mother, which should not come from a person his age. People around began to advise the mother not to spoil her children too much. My uncle opposite said that this kind of child should play, but my mother gave the child the mobile phone anyway. She said, "This child is not easy. When she was four or five years old, she followed me home by car for two days and two nights. I am sorry for him. "
I thought of my mother when I saw tears running down her eyes. ...
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There are not only tired and self-abased people on the hard seat of the train, but also all kinds of energetic people. The former's fatigue and inferiority are rooted in poverty, incompetence, backwardness and the disgusting kindness of the bottom people, while the latter's vitality comes from faith.
How to understand the grass-roots religious culture in China? You only need to sit in any hard-seat car of K 1064 for two days and two nights. Buddhist laymen, Islamic Muslims and Christian lambs, you will probably meet two-thirds.
On the train, you can always see a group of good-natured aunts discussing the afterlife, Bodhisattva, blessing and cause and effect. They may be laymen who have just come down from the famous ancient temple, met the master, paid for their support, washed away their troubles and went home for the New Year.
Or when you are upset, another kind of aunt who dresses more foreign than a Buddhist aunt will take the initiative to ask you to convey the gospel of the Lord to you. Just listen at this time. Don't tell her that you don't believe these things, because then she will put away her smiling face and threaten you to go to hell if you don't believe it.
Sometimes you will meet some Tibetans, who seem to have the deepest belief in the dark sun, because you can't understand what they are saying, and the mystery of religion arises. For so many years, I only clearly remember a passage told by a Lama. He told me the basis of Tibetan Buddhism that "there is a party in the heart and an ideal in achievement", because in Tibetan Buddhism, the leader of the Central Plains is the reincarnation of Manjushri.
I wonder how these people will meet in other places. In my impression, our religious department quarreled most uncultured during the meeting, but during the trip, everyone became very peaceful. They each say their own beliefs and yearn for their own home, and there is no conflict between them. At the end of the journey, I heard beautiful scriptures.
In the sweet voice, I remembered Gon Rinpoche. For the sake of faith, Tibetans have to bow down with their heads every few steps, so they go to Lhasa in their hearts and make a pilgrimage to the holy mountain in their hearts. But for us travelers, the way home is not to cross Qian Shan and make a pilgrimage to those who miss them.
Without this belief, who would risk a rotten ass and amputation of both legs to sit in a hard seat for two days and nights?