Let’s use the lyrics of folk singer Li Zhi instead: I don’t know much about Chengdu. I’ve been there for my freedom. I’ve only passed through this city once on the train. A person quietly thinks of her... Chengdu has stayed in my memory for several years, a dream.
Its image has never been shown here, and it seems that "that's it, there is no need to go again."
After Zhao Lei's "Chengdu" became popular in the wider circle, I thought about it again while lying on the sofa and listening to the song repeatedly.
“It’s not just the wine last night that made me shed tears.” What cannot be taken away from Chengdu is the sorrow of memories.
Going to Chengdu was the second trip in my life. After a farewell dinner, under the watch of about 10 classmates, Brother Chang and I boarded the train from Guangzhou East Railway Station to Chengdu.
"The train is rattling, rattling, rattling, and I am on the prescribed road." On the train in the early morning, looking out the dark and silent window, I wrote this: We can find inspiration for travel from many writers
Meaning, isn't it?
Yes, but too much meaning will crowd out the trip itself, so we don’t set anything for ourselves, don’t pretend to be noble, don’t be pretentious, don’t flaunt being different, have no purpose, no plan, just buy one to reach the terminal.
tickets are enough.
Chengdu is not in dreams or in my mind. It is wherever the strange feet go.
Back then, he was so pure and fearless.
In order to save money and enjoy the scenery along the way, we chose to take the train.
The train passed through Guangdong, Guangxi, Hunan, Guizhou, Chongqing and Sichuan, and saw many things I had never seen in Guangdong, such as sturdy ginkgo trees, stilted houses, stacked terraces, children holding umbrellas and stepping on the ridges to go to school, etc.
If you don’t have a companion, books or other entertainment, taking a train for dozens of hours is really not a joke.
Therefore, we basically ate, slept, and woke up to eat.
The waiter walked around tirelessly pushing the cart, shouting, "Cigarettes, beer, mineral water, grilled fish fillets, liquor, drinks, instant noodles, ham sausage, please tuck your legs."
The guys who sell White Tiger Cream blow up a balloon and put some White Tiger Cream on it, and use the explosion of the balloon to prove that White Tiger Cream is indeed worth buying; we watch these performances when we don't want to sleep or eat.
Sometimes, when I meet someone talkative, I will chat to pass the time.
Enthusiastic uncles, schoolgirls taking postgraduate entrance exams, toddlers and boring girls have all become the targets of chatting.
Originally, when I went to a new place, I didn’t want to talk about the past, but that was my talking point, and if I didn’t talk about it, there would be nothing to talk about.
Hegel said that we only have past time and future time.
I can't let go of the past.
The uncle told us about his struggles in Zhuhai, and the school girl told us interesting stories about traveling in Shanghai. The little kid was so tired from running all over the carriage that her mother wanted to cry, and the bored girl looked at the railroad tracks after eating chicken feet.
We, on the other hand, told them about the cities we had visited, our hometowns and universities.
Perhaps this is the advantage of taking the train. You have time and space to get to know people and things you have never been in contact with, and you don't have to worry about them leaking secrets or being dismissive of your past.
Your presence here is only for a moment.
In the early morning of the next day, we got out of the car, dragging our bodies that hadn't showered in several days, and wandered the streets of Chengdu looking for a hotel with stubble on our faces.
In Guangzhou, we wore short sleeves, but when we arrived in Chengdu, we wore two thick clothes and hugged our hands, and it was so cold that we felt like cramps.
Chengdu did not give me a sudden feeling. The scene I saw when I came out of the train station was no different from train stations in other cities.
But when I ate a bowl of hot and sour noodles, I was so unprepared that I cried.
I found the hotel and took a shower. It was already 3:30 in the morning. I woke up at 12:00 and it was time to check out.
If you don’t have time to comprehend, take a ride to Qingyang Palace.
Qingyang Palace actually has a long history and profound cultural connotation. Many seemingly ordinary things have unusual origins. If you touch it casually, you may feel the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty. If you step on it accidentally, it will hurt you.
The soul of the dynasty.
However, our knowledge is shallow and we are not knowledgeable. We only watch them selectively based on our own understanding of the scenery.
In Qingyang Palace, I saw for the first time the leisure life of Chengdu people. They can stay all day long drinking tea, reading newspapers, playing chess and cards.
Making large bowls of tea is their specialty. This is different from the Cantonese way of drinking tea, where one must gather around the tea tray and drink cup after cup.
It's not far from Qingyang Palace to Du Fu Thatched Cottage, only 20 minutes' walk.
In the winter of 759 AD, 47-year-old Du Fu moved his family to Shu to avoid the "Anshi Rebellion" and built a thatched house in Chengdu.
After Du Fu left Chengdu, the thatched cottage ceased to exist.
The poet Wei Zhuang found the ruins of the thatched cottage and rebuilt it, thus preserving it.
Du Fu's famous works such as "Quatrain: Two Orioles Singing Green Willows", "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind", "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" and "Asking the Officials to Conquer Henan and Hebei" were all written here.
During the four years in Chengdu, although Du Fu's life was still so miserable, he lived the most peaceful and comfortable life.
There is an interesting story. An old man asked a staff member "Where is Du Fu Thatched Cottage?"