Gong Xiaoman, High School Affiliated to Normal University (13)
Farewell to Lanzhou
I always remember Yan Jun's words: "We are all driven by fate ..."
This is a real city.
The cries of peddling along the street are endless, and the unique car-scrapping of Lanzhou dialect is mixed with soft or hard or lingering or short accents from all over the country. This chemical plant is located in the center of the city. A gloomy day. This newspaper sells for 350 cents. The avant-garde local girls on Yongchang Road are in sharp contrast with the poor students from other places in the suburbs. Noisy night, drunkard. A dirty dark yellow river.
This is the real Lanzhou.
For a long time, I have been thinking about why people living in such a city are still willing to praise and whitewash peace. As Jane said, "Praise with the timbre of western Western jackdaw:' What a wonderful world!'" " "
It's just that Jane's sentence was followed by: "Then, go." For Lanzhou, the people who should go did leave, but the people who stayed here are still singing and dancing. Bookstores are still full of bestsellers, such as Beckham's My Stand. Really good books, such as poetry collections, are covered with old dust and nobody cares (we are the descendants of poetry)! .
Where is our real city? Where is the culture of the city? No one can give an answer.
No wonder so many people in Tianya community Han Songluo's post want to bid farewell to Lanzhou.
Yes, if you leave here, you will achieve something. Although Yan Jun reminds people of his Made in Lanzhou all the time, after all, he was unknown in Lanzhou for four years, and he went to Beijing for one year to write Hard Stone, which made him famous. And Chai Chunya, Feng Yu, many people.
But are we really so determined to leave and let this once lively city continue like this?
I think farewell is far away for most people, and it is possible to change from the coming reality to a dream at any time. As long as we are here for one day, we should complain less and do something for ourselves and the city. We shouldn't give up looking.
Looking for what? A true Lanzhou and Lanzhou culture.
This is a rare city where the Yellow River passes through the city. Perhaps many people can't remember the 2002 lamp that was carefully lit by the Yellow River in 2002. It is true that the night in Lanzhou is brightly lit and can be called beautiful; But who can see the beautiful colors? Maybe we can all turn a blind eye. Long-term numbness has ossified our minds. When one day we ourselves begin to become a group of people who spit everywhere, throw rubbish into the river casually and feel glad with a cold face, will we feel panic?
This is a city that is attacked by dust every spring. In the dust, we become stronger and stronger, and we will be more and more armed to protect ourselves. But when we wear masks and hats and look smugly at the people fleeing everywhere because of "unsuspecting" outside the window, do we think of the half-dead saplings on the north and south mountains?
This is a city full of anger. At the crowded dinner, almost everyone cursed the low wages and high prices, but the next day they were secretly pleased with their occasional advantages in the unit. There are many "angry youths" everywhere who are telling their stand of resolutely leaving, but they never stop complaining that the city is too high or too low.
Looking for? It is not easy!
I don't know how long and difficult this process will be and how long it will take to find a real Lanzhou. Maybe before that day, I will say goodbye to here.
But Yan Jun said, we are all driven by fate. Living in such a special atmosphere, I don't think we can give up. Above all, we must stop complaining, start waking up and start doing something.
"If the sky in April is not torn, how can clothes go up in May?" Even if the moon is lost at the ferry and the fog is lost, we still have to fly over Guanling to find the world in our hearts. Fortunately, now, in Lanzhou, there are many awakened people like Han Songluo and Hai Jie, and there are still people like Yan Jun who leave to care for and support their city.
I hope I can say goodbye to Lanzhou one day instead of leaving.
We just bid farewell to the old and ushered in a brand new one.
Say goodbye to childhood
People say, "there is always an unforgettable time in the web of life, whether it is melancholy or melancholy, I finally have it."
When the East turned white, it continued to dream at night. In a trance, all the sensory organs suddenly boiled-as if to lose something. However, obviously, what will be lost is the last day of this "particularly unforgettable year", even a childhood.
Everyone knows that this day will come. People can't spend their whole lives in the warmth of their parents. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I seem to have grown up again. I still clearly remember what I looked like when I was a toddler. I got up and fell down, fell down and got up again, and my face was full of tears. How ridiculous!
When I was wiping my ass, my partner gave me a box of candy as a birthday present, which was safely locked in my treasure chest. I never remember it, and I can't bear to eat it. They all maintained it like God until it was moldy, and their regret and heartache seemed to be a feeling of disloyalty. Probably too immature to know what can be grasped in the world. But big, at least now, all this is no longer concerned. Do older children have a new world that they pursue and admire, and understand that the kindness between them can't be locked by a small pagoda of kindness?
In a moment of deep thought, another scene emerged in my mind: my parents' backs trembled with pain, surprise and anger, and suddenly they seemed to know what they had done and what they had done wrong, but they were suddenly swallowed up by the trembling in front of me ... This excitement after loss, the loss after excitement, I wonder if it will continue in the future? I certainly hope the answer is "no", but I don't know if I can tolerate my natural strange temper.
The faint feeling is still in my dream, but I no longer dream of those messy things, but the smell is simple and refreshing. I dreamed of the arrival of spring, followed by summer, followed by a rich autumn night and a frosty winter night. I also dreamed of blue lakes, pure green grasslands, cattle and horses looking back and looking forward through my eyes ... but the dream became more and more uncomfortable and gradually stopped. I probably realized it was getting clearer. Although there is still the residual heat of parents in my palm, everything has passed and the new ones have been taken over.
"There is always an unforgettable time in the net of life, whether it is melancholy or melancholy, I finally have it." People say.
Farewell to flowering
I met my youth when I was sixteen. That's right. Is to start meeting. Also at the age of sixteen, I began to bid farewell to flowering. ...
Nothing earth-shattering. Maybe some things can be remembered without memory. And some, no matter how to say goodbye, can't really leave. A year, a month, a day, once, a snow. I thought this was someone's big funeral. Magnificent and gorgeous. Large tracts of white began to spread in a forgotten season until the singing of birds was buried.
I just stubbornly stood at a certain origin. Observe bird migration. Season after season. Never stop. Suddenly I will feel distressed: will they be tired? Just like a friend can say Han Xiao, I feel distressed when I look at you like this ... I don't know why, tears will fall quietly when I laugh. Condensation. I can't hear the echo of landing. ... sometimes I even wonder if this is just my illusion. Why is it so unreal?
A child said: just know, laughing and crying, the most painful ...
Smile. Still.
It just rained. Sitting at my desk with the window open, the wind blew in unintentionally, and it was a little cold. Looking up like a window full of green. Actually, I like green. I like it very much. Just like those real tears. Large tracts of green condensed in mid-air, like tears about to fall. Seeing those smiles in life makes me sick. Everything is illusory. Only occasionally look up at the clouds and laugh when I think of them. Those friends who cried together are real. Tears are more real than smiles! I don't know if I have to go back to the past every time to remember a clear outline. Maybe not. Actually, it's not. Just because life is so unreal now. Every time I forget and examine, I can still find a deep impression. All along, those friends who cried together are still the same. It's just that we are all growing up and don't want to forget anyone or the past. Maybe I learned to forbear, maybe I learned to smile, maybe I learned to say goodbye, but the only constant is the truth when we are together. The simplest truth. For example, we can go out and find a small shop together and ask for a cup of milk tea. You don't have to say anything, and no one is trying to find something to say. Just sit quietly for a whole afternoon, and you will feel at ease and happy. Will smile. The truest smile. Just like smiling when you see floating clouds.
I always said she looked like a child. I just stubbornly regard her as the little girl who used to cry on my shoulder. However, she ignored it for so long, she has bid farewell to willfulness and started to learn to grow up by herself, and stopped crying. ...
I suddenly found that when everyone was growing up, it was me, yes, only me, and I bravely took a step back.
Farewell to flowering.
Flowering period.
Year, month, day, time and moment. A bird flew overhead alone, suddenly stopped to stare at me and forgot to go home. ...