In July, I was on the road
Ruitang
The sun in July is steaming every plant and tree on the land of Xinjiang. The cumin that people here have been reluctant to sprinkle on themselves has become the last bit of stubbornness that people here have in facing the hot temperature. It’s another round of rest time, and I try to make this time full of meaning, just like the blazing sun shining on everything in the world, sunshine and freedom.
The first time I left the workplace, I didn’t tell my parents that I was going home, thinking of giving them a little surprise. I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered, so I found the key, opened the door and entered. At the same time, I dialed my mother's phone number. My mother said that she and my father were on their way to Altay for fun. I felt even happier after hearing this. My parents have worked hard for half their lives and rarely go out to play, so I will happily support them every time they go out to play, and at the same time, I never forget to tell them to pay attention to safety. This time, facing the hot summer, he still did not forget to ask his father to drink his least favorite Huoxiang Zhengqi water.
After simply packing up my backpack and changing my clothes, I went to the flower shop near my home. I remember that the last time I entered the work unit for work, the flower shop started to be decorated, and I was told that the decoration would be completed the next time I came out. I strolled to the flower shop, and when I came to the shop, it was half-finished. I asked I met my brother in the flower shop. He told me that the construction period was delayed a lot due to material transportation problems, so it was not completed within half a month. I felt a little disappointed. After that, I made an appointment for dinner with my brother from the flower shop. We talked about our recent troubles and our little luck. After the collision of billiard balls, we said good night to each other.
As time ticked, one morning, facing the dazzling morning sun, I boarded the train to Urumqi alone, holding a copy of "The Interpretation of Dreams" in my hand, sitting in the carriage, Listening to the noisy voices, my eyes scanned the boring pages filled with academic discourse, chewing on the only trace of interest in the book. It starts with the heartbeat and should also be sincere in the heart. I love to dream, and I always dream of many strange and cute things. Some of them continue to echo in my mind after I open my eyes, and some of them still play with my heartstrings. Out of curiosity about "dreams", I visited Sigmund Freud and slowly communicated with him in his book.
The whistle blew for more than an hour, and I arrived at Urumqi Station, waiting for the staff to check my itinerary code. After everything was over, I walked out of the station, and the heat wave was rolling on the street under the scorching sun. Not far away, I could see the shape of the air surging in the sun. I made an appointment with my friend on a time and place to meet, and then started my personal travel and relaxation plan.
Waiting for the speeding subway, walking through the quiet and cool shade of trees, watching the black swans sleeping in the afternoon, and listening to the tireless noise of children. Walking along the path surrounded by fish, passing through the bright shops, reading the fragrant books on the shelves... Everything, at those moments, belongs only to you, loving the breeze in the forest and the freedom of the black swan. , the simplicity of children, the leisureliness of fish, the splendor of lights, and the weight of books.
After my friend finished working overtime, he walked through the crowd and walked in the direction where I was. A delicious meal was a must! If there is anything in this world that can be sincerely expected, I think enjoying delicious food with good friends must be one of them! After dinner, I took a stroll and stopped at an art studio. On a whim, I wanted to paint on the canvas. It's a pity that this friend of mine didn't care much about this activity, so he left me alone to enjoy the time while he watched his game by my side.
The lighting effect in the studio is very good, and it is clear at first glance. When I walked into the store, I was greeted by a young lady wearing gray-blue short-sleeved shirts. I have never been able to distinguish colors that are too detailed. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what color it was. Her long hair, which fell over her shoulders, was well-proportioned and set off her beauty. Standing among the colorful oil paintings around her, the artistic atmosphere was floating between her brows and lightly blowing into my eyes. I chose the size of the canvas and found the pattern I wanted to draw, which were four pictures of the little prince. I planned to paint all four of them on a 40*30cm canvas, but the girl still suggested I painted a single sheet because if the picture was too small, there would be more details to be painted on the canvas. For me, a novice with zero foundation in oil painting, it was a difficult task. However, I did not follow this advice. I still locked the positions of all the patterns in the four pictures on the canvas according to my own ideas. After that, the lady mixed the paints for me, and I started my "unprinted graffiti". It took several hours to paint, and finally At around 20 o'clock, I completed my oil painting. The only regret was that there were seven or eight stars in one of the paintings. I couldn't finish it by myself because I didn't have much oil painting skills and the stars were too small. As a result, when I was painting these stars, I almost ruined the entire oil painting, so I had to ask the little sister for support. The little sister was still very skilled and successfully saved my failure.
Despite this, I am still happy, because I always act independently, and that "stubbornness" seems to always be behind me. I lost too many things and too many qualities in the two years after graduation. At that moment, I found out that I still had some remaining wealth, which must have made me happy.
In the evening, my friend and I returned to the apartment under the neon lights of the city. We said to that oil painting and everything we met today - good night!
When I woke up the next day, the sun was warm and everything was bright. I went to the bookstore with you again. For him and me, the bookstore is a mysterious place that we can never tire of browsing. We can always find all kinds of strange, cute and cute books. At the same time, I also received a message from a netizen. A long time ago, she told me that she was in Urumqi. If I come to visit next time, I can find her. So I told her after I arrived in Urumqi this time. Then she took some time off and asked me to meet. I am also looking forward to this meeting. After all, she and I met online in junior high school. After high school, we were busy with our own things and taking care of our own lives. Until this meeting, we had been friends for 10 years. When we met, she recognized me through her previous memories of me, and I quickly recognized her, so the changes between her and I were not that big, and I felt more intimate. The only regret was that this The meeting ended in a hurry. I just hope that we can play together more often in the future. Thank you for every encounter and every arrangement.
In this way, after staying in Urumqi for a few days, I returned to Usu. But I just came back, and it seems that I have to go back to Urumqi again. Because of some work matters, I need to go there again. Although there is nothing to say about what I have to do this time, I have learned something more on this train. A different kind of friendship.
This time I took the train, I didn’t have the same energy as the last time, and the book "The Interpretation of Dreams" became more and more sleepy, so I had to squint for a while, and squint for a while, until I met someone on the way. girl.
The girl was carrying a large suitcase, holding a sun umbrella and some other items in her hands. Judging from her slightly fast and heavy breathing, the suitcase must be very heavy. The weather must have been very hot. After everything was taken care of, she sat quietly next to me and looked at the scenery outside the window. The train was moving very slowly, and there was mostly desert outside the window. Occasionally, a few big trees and inconspicuous trees passed by. Premises. I continued to read my book until my eyes got sore, and then I was ready to close my book and eyes. At this moment, she glanced in my direction and saw the cover of my book. She said with surprise: "Interpretation of dreams?" I answered her kindly: "Yes", so simple The questions and answers unexpectedly seemed to open Pandora's box. The two started chatting instantly, and they seemed to be very compatible with each other. I think the content of the conversation is generally not something that boys and girls will talk about when they first meet. Dreaming, dream interpretation, dream schools of thought, religious views, cultural views, historical views, etc. This can be described as a kick in the sky and a kick in the ground. , just like that, we chatted all the way. During the chat, I learned that she was a graduate of Northwest University, and she majored in religion, as well as the views on life and death and women in Buddhism. Later, I We also exchanged WeChat messages with her. Unexpectedly, when we met for the first time, we felt like old friends at first sight. Because of a book, we opened each other's hearts. It seems that life must become interesting because of communication. Unconsciously, I became more determined to make myself better. A heart that no longer sinks. Only by continuous efforts and improvement can you see how interesting other people's souls are and how wonderful your own life is!
After the rest days were over, I returned to my work unit and was in isolation. I was alone in a room, sorting out my thoughts, typing the words on the screen, and waiting quietly. , the next encounter.
July, I’m on the road!