The day is over again, and there must be many feelings in my heart, which need to be well summarized and recorded in my diary. So do you really know how to keep a diary? The following is my review of Haikou Diary, hoping to help you.

I think the reason for reading this book is somewhat absurd.

Most people like the sense of ritual, especially for the months and years with integer multiples. I guess this is a habit deeply rooted in the subconscious after the ancients recorded the time and years with celestial movements. I landed in Haikou by plane with two classmates in July of 21xx, and now it's my third year in Haikou, Hainan. The two friends, roommates and colleagues have returned to their hometown one after another, but I still stay in Haikou. Because of this integral multiple of commemorative feeling, I really want to find an opportunity to read Haikou.

Haikou Diary is the first title that popped up when I searched for the word "Haikou" on the APP I read before. At that time, I thought, this is probably an unknown writer, recording what he saw and heard in Haikou in the form of a diary, but it just fits the purpose of knowing more about Haikou at present.

I didn't know until the day I received the express delivery, through the title page and catalogue, that the book Haikou Diary was compiled from excerpts from novellas of different periods by the author, and the article Haikou Diary was just one of the novellas written by the author. Through Baidu, I even found that the book actually got 8 in a place like Douban, where wenqing gathered. 8, the writer Pan Jun is one of the representative writers of China's avant-garde novels.

I probably found a good book in the orthodox sense by mistake, and gradually found the habit of reading before going to bed. Except for the novella Haikou Diary and Nanyang Gallery, there are few excerpts from other novels related to Haikou, but it is still advisable to attract people to finish reading with its unique story. For example, from the first-person psychological narration of Xiang Yu and the author's purely subjective point of view, the novel's self-narration of the overlord Xiang Yu reconstructs the life of Xiang Yu. Almost all the events in the novel can find their historical sources, but they are also processed into stories. While reading it reasonably, they can't help secretly praising the author's writing skills and sense of humor.

In the preface, the author once compared the novel to tea, the writer is tea, and the reader is the water for brewing tea. But for the book Haikou Diary, because of the obsession of working and living in Haikou for three years, as a reader, I seem to have poured too much water into my cup, but the taste of tea is relatively weak, so I ended up writing it and became my own Haikou Diary.

My first impression of Haikou was the cloud, which was the first thing I saw when I first flew to Hainan three years ago and looked out of the window of the southern island. When I got off the plane, I looked towards the city from meilan airport. The clouds were like flocks of migrating African herds, moving slowly over the city with the wind, and I was like a tiny observer watching all this quietly in the bushes. In fact, in the first two months in Haikou, I spent most of my time outdoors with my head up, and my mobile phone photo album and WeChat circle of friends were basically filled with photos about the sky and clouds.

The most common weather in Haikou in summer is already a rare level in the north. The white clouds under the blue sky curtain are enough to beat all filters. However, when it comes to the rare fine weather in Shanghai, the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds will change the harmony of the past and begin to form a rival trend: blue is not gentle blue elsewhere, but quiet and heavy, pure and arrogant, just like the deep sea where light can't completely shine, but it is tolerant and devours everything. White is not weak white elsewhere, but white is jostling with each other in groups, white is restrained and aggressive, and the boundary between the two has begun to become distinct because of each other's extreme.

But in the evening, the two sides died in the blazing sun, and the sunset glow with heavy makeup appeared in BLACKPINK. Huoshaoyun is the basic model of Haikou sunset glow. Compared with the colorful clouds like gauze that I saw in Wuhan, Haikou sunset glow is more like thick clouds of sugar, which are spread out layer by layer under the sky that is several times spacious, and the color becomes more and more thick and deep with the sunset until it escapes into the night. If the day is full of fighting and the battlefield is "a river of blood", today's sunset glow will appear rare purples, which is quite magical.

if the clouds in the sky are cold, they become rain. Although rain is also one of the common natural phenomena everywhere, like clouds, the rain in Haikou has left a deep impression on my three-year life. My memory of the rain in Wuhan focuses on the sticky feeling in the rainy season and the freezing cold when it rains in winter. In contrast, the rain in Haikou is much simpler.

Most of the time, the rain in Haikou has a refreshing personality like a summer shower. When it comes, if a drop or two of rain drops on the face on a clear cloudless day, people riding trams on the road will drive to the shade, get off the bus and put on raincoats, or twist their right hands to catch up with the road suddenly, and the rain will fall down in an instant. If it's cloudy, you can look at a dark cloud with a low face in the distance, and it's clear that the haze with rain below quickly covers your position. When I was about to leave, I walked simply. Just now, I got off the cat and got off the dog, and the retreat stopped abruptly in a flash. The next moment, the sky turned white and the sun rose, leaving only the water drops that slipped off the leaves and the wet stains on the ground to prove what had just happened.

Perhaps in Haikou, the rain is obvious, but the cleanliness of the rain is hard to find, which is still a good climate that benefits from less dust in the air. Most of the rain I have seen in Wuhan absorbed the dust in the air and fell heavily from the sky to the ground. Occasionally, when I met a strong wind, it was just blown in the wrong direction. However, the rain in Haikou is clean and light, and the raindrops are slightly larger, but if the raindrops are slightly smaller, the raindrops will no longer just be tilted by the wind, but will completely fluctuate with the airflow and sway with the wind. As long as a rain is not so heavy as to accumulate water everywhere, the water stains left on the road surface in Haikou are more likely to reflect its clean characteristics. I used to listen to Sodagreen's "Little Love Song" and sang "Even if the heavy rain turned the city upside down", thinking that the city was in a state of chaos under heavy rain. After I came to Haikou, when I clearly saw the reflection of the city from the mirror-clean water after the rain, I realized this lyric from a different angle at that moment.

These three years in Haikou are the first three years when I left my hometown and entered the society from school. Many of them have taught me to grow up, but mostly because my memory is getting worse when I get old, the joys and sorrows that actually happen every night seem to fade and become less easy to express from the inside out. In the end, during the three years in Haikou, what impressed me the most and what I finally wrote was actually just the ups and downs here.

However, my deepest impression of Haikou seems to stay forever in the morning of July, 21xx, which was the first week of our training in the Vocational College of Political Science and Law. As usual, when I got up early to wash on the balcony a few days ago, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the direction of sunrise in the east. The morning wind easily wound the clouds into a wispy shape like cotton candy, and what was even more surprising was the yellow-green haze that was smudged out of the horizon. At that time, I was shocked by why I saw the colors of yellow and green in the sky, and at the same time I was deeply intoxicated by the scenery I had never seen before, as if I were standing alone on the deserted Yuan Ye, until the foam slipped down my mouth, the wind blew through the treetops and the birds sang on the roof, and I slowly recovered from my static mood.

it's hard for me to describe what that moment meant to me, but for me who just left my friends, my family, my hometown and came to a strange place and faced with all the generalized unknowns, I believe that my mind began to change inexplicably at that moment. I would rather believe that it was Haikou or something more complicated, a small gift given to me on that special morning, not just a stunning optical phenomenon. I occasionally regret that I didn't take out my mobile phone to take a photo at that time, and even often wonder whether it is really possible to see yellow and green in retrospect, but I believe that really beautiful things are hard to be truly recorded, just as the clouds, the sky and the rain that intoxicated me are to the camera, and the life in Haikou in the past three years is to my fragmentary words.

I think such a morning will never happen again.

but that morning will always be there.

I would like to commemorate my three years in Haikou.