Meeting is a song

I thought that in the journey of life, we will never meet at the intersection. But, in this summer, we met at a strange inn in this ancient city.

At 11:58, train 2144 from Wuhan to Qingdao arrived at Zibo Station 2 minutes ahead of schedule. The train stopped at Zibo for 5 minutes. As the conductor announced the station cordially, friends traveling with him They focused their attention on me. They seemed to be in a much more urgent mood than I was. A pair of mysterious eyes were waiting to witness this historic meeting. Such eyes made me, who had always maintained my composure, feel somewhat uncomfortable. After all, it was my first time to meet a netizen, and it was at such a time, on such an occasion, and in such a way... I really don’t know what happened when I turned around. , what kind of embarrassing scene will be waiting for you.

The train stopped, the door opened, and a wave of heat hit me. The midday sun stung my eyes. I smoothed my messy hair with my hands and got out of the car. My whole body was surrounded by white light, making me feel like I had nowhere to hide. I didn't notice the eyes that greeted me, so I started searching on the platform. At this time, a tall figure ran towards me. Although I couldn't fully see his face, I knew that I could confirm and have been This scene moved me. At that moment, I suddenly felt the rush of 5 minutes that I had never experienced with my heart, so I began to use my heart to understand the meaning of these short 5 minutes to human life.

I once imagined in my heart that meeting a netizen would be on a crowded street, and the two of them would pass by each other. I also thought that it would be a person who looks back after missing it and sees what he once was. The figure rising and falling in the dream disappeared into the sea of ??people, so the figure quietly looking back was imprinted in my mind... And the running figure in front of me is like a beautiful picture painted with sincerity, It renders the passion and romance of this summer season in my heart!

Facing this figure, I felt much more magnanimous, and my eyes began to become calmer. The moment we looked at each other and smiled, I noticed that his forehead was covered with sweat. So, I did not immediately take out the hand tightly held by his broad palm, but dragged him to the shade under the platform. ...Everything seemed so natural, without a trace of embarrassment or restraint.

He was thinner than I expected, and the confidence between his brows reminded me of the ID card he passed to me. That was the photo he showed me. To be honest, because of the special requirements for ID photos, what I was most afraid of seeing was the ID photo. So, when he passed the ID card over, I didn’t even dare to look at it or even check it. He didn't even give himself a chance to show his true age, so he threw it into the trash. However, I have been thinking in my heart: A person who dares to show his ID card to netizens has a bit of personality or a bit of confidence. Later, his unique way of greeting and saying goodbye in QQ, or his unique comments on my articles on websites and forums all confirmed my feeling. Therefore, his eyes did not make me feel strange. On the contrary, through those eyes, I felt more of a kind, sincere and magnanimous heart, as clear as crystal.

Time flies by in silent gaze, under the scorching sun, in full view of the public, there is always a kind of heroic pathos in the five-minute meeting. I thought that we would have a lot to look back on when we met, and that we would have the opportunity to make up for some of the regrets we had while chatting. I wanted to thank him in person for his guidance and comments on my article, and I wanted to ask him: Why did he help me revise it even though there were differences in intention? That article "Searching for Sustenance"? However, at that moment, he was standing beside me, and I had to admit that these words should be treasured in my heart forever.

The train started slowly. Through the glass window, I watched the figure on the platform gradually blur. The familiar melody floated in my ears: You once said to me, meeting is a song, eyes It is the sea of ??spring, youth is the green river; meeting is a song, walking together is you and me, and my heart is the young sun, sincere and lively. You once said to me that meeting is a song, parting is the road to tomorrow, and longing is the fire of life. Meeting is a song, the singers are you and me, the heart is the eternal string, firm and persistent...

The melody slowly spreads in the heart, and the thoughts drift along with the notes.

I can’t remember which philosopher once said this: There is only one living planet in the vast universe. How rare it is to be a member of this planet! What an accident it is to be in the same country and city with another life on this planet! And we can meet each other through twists and turns among hundreds of millions of people on the Internet, and there are unpredictable mysteries hidden in it. After we get to know each other, we can still have such an unexpected and unexpected encounter. What a cherishable thing this is! Maybe, this is what people call blessing.

So, for this brief encounter on the journey of life, whether it was caused by fate or not, I am full of gratitude to fate from the bottom of my heart. Through this encounter, I think I will have a new understanding of online friends, and I will also reflect on whether I have been open-minded to my friends on the Internet in the past. Meeting is a song. Singing this song, walking on the Internet, and swimming in the long river of life, I feel extremely happy!

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Meeting on the dark sea

Starting from Hangzhou, take a long-distance bus, go east via Shaoxing and Ningbo, and then take a ferry to cross the sea. We came to Zhoushan City.

Zhoushan is located in the northeastern part of Zhejiang Province and consists of 1,390 islands, with more than 600 inhabited islands. The most famous one is Mount Putuo, one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China. Zhoushan Islands has a strong Buddhist culture, with both mountain and sea scenery and island folk customs.

There are ten of us, including old friends and new friends. As a native of Zhoushan, he said that Zhoushan was mostly a fishing village in the past and was very patriarchal. The traditional custom is that women are not allowed to eat on stage or go out on fishing boats. After getting married, she no longer even had her own name, so she could only be called 'Mei X' after her husband's surname. A boy at the table joked, "That's not bad. Some places have overlapping surnames. If the husband's surname is Xi and the wife's surname is Hong, wouldn't they be called 'Tomato' after marriage?" We laughed so much. After asking Xiao Qin, I found out that the boy's name was Jueming, and he was Guang's friend in Hangzhou. He had crooked eyes when he smiled, and his teeth were neat and white.

Guang introduced us to many local specialties. I like to eat raw crabs, which are raw frozen crabs soaked in salt water and dipped in vinegar. They taste very fresh, similar to the frozen crabs eaten by Chaozhou people. Xiao Qin likes to eat mud snails, which are raw mud snails soaked in salt, vinegar, and wine. People who taste them for the first time will find them fishy. It was said that the mud snails in the past were soaked in children's urine, which scared everyone away from eating them. Only two girls, Xiao Qin and me, were brave enough to try it.

The most interesting thing is the rice fish. It is said that the rice fish is bigger than a shark. It is named after local residents cut it into pieces and stored it in rice tanks. After a fisherman's family gives birth to a boy, they will dry the rice fish float and store it in a rice tank, just like Shaoxing's "Nerv Hong". Guang said that when he was 15 years old, he ate a plate-sized piece of wild rice fish float, a small piece every day for a year. Since then, I haven't stopped getting acne since I was 30 years old, and I am not afraid of the cold. Several other boys winked and said that with such strong blood energy, there might be some other sequelae that haven't occurred yet. So much so that we couldn't help laughing whenever we saw the pimples on Guang's face.

Light took us to stay on Lover's Island at night. Lover's Island is located in Zhujiajian Town and is a good place for vacation and leisure. It's crowded in the summer and quiet in the winter. Guang once spent a very romantic vacation here with his girlfriend, so he highly recommends us to come.

To get to Lover's Island, you need to cross a 100-meter-long wooden suspension bridge. People are swaying when walking on it, and under the bridge are the waves hitting the rocks. When the tide rises at night, the water will reach the bridge deck. I heard that during a typhoon the entire suspension bridge will flip over, like twisting a twist. There is a restaurant floating on the sea and three villas with mountains and sea on the island.

The promenade outside the door of the villa faces the east. If on a summer night, a few close friends sit on the porch drinking and chatting all night long, until the stars fade, the clouds clear, and the sun rises, it will be really beautiful. One of the joys of life. Standing on the balcony of the room, with the pine forest below and an endless 180-degree sea view in front of you, with the faint sound of the waves in your ears, you can temporarily escape the noisy city life and relax and enjoy the tranquility.

We walked along the sea view plank road during the day and circled the island for about 40 minutes. Except for necessary roads and houses, the design of the island maintains the original ecological environment as much as possible.

The mountain is covered with cassia trees, pittosporum and pine trees, and there are dozens of white rabbits roaming among the grass, which is full of wild charm. Walking along the path in the forest, we heard the sound of birds chirping constantly, and we also saw a squirrel as big as a teapot.

Along the way, Jueming’s mobile phone text messages kept ringing, and Xiao Qin jokingly said: “My girlfriend is checking Gangla again? Why don’t you bring her to play with you?” He smiled and did not answer.

While having dinner, Guang mentioned that he and his ex-girlfriend were watching the sunrise on the rocks at the beach, which aroused everyone's interest, and they all vowed to watch the sunrise the next day. In the middle of the night, while we were sleeping soundly, Jueming banged on the door to wake us up. Xiao Qin, who was in the same room, struggled to turn around and picked up his watch and looked at it: "God, it's only half past four, I won't go." After that, he turned over and fell asleep again. I put on a yellow windbreaker, a red hat and gloves, carefully closed the door and stood in the corridor. Jueming looked at me and showed his white teeth: Come on, Little Red Riding Hood, it seems that there are only two of us.

Stepping out of the warm villa, the cold wind invigorates the spirit. It was dark all around, and the stars in the sky were shining brightly. After walking a dozen steps along the path, we seemed to be surrounded by darkness, with only the lights from the corridors of the houses behind us faintly visible among the trees.

Jueming said: "Why don't we hold hands and walk, I will light the lighter in front and lead the way."

I nodded, suddenly realized that he couldn't see, and said quickly: " Okay."

I stretched out my left hand, and he fumbled to hold my hand while lighting the lighter with his other hand. I followed him and walked forward in the dim light. I could feel his hands through my gloves, which were warm and strong. The wind kept blowing out the flames, and a journey that only took a few minutes during the day took twenty minutes in the dark.

He held my hand tightly along the way and kept reminding me of the steps and corners ahead. Following the path through the woods, descending the steps and crossing the suspension bridge, we came to the rocks by the sea. Sitting on the rocky bench, he gently let go of my hand. We were silent, not knowing what to say, facing the dark sea, listening to the sea water hitting the rocks and turning into waves and flowers.

Suddenly, he pointed upward: Look, the Big Dipper. I looked up and could clearly see the question marks formed by seven particularly dazzling stars among the stars in the sky. I said: "Let me sing a song for you."

"Why are the stars in the sky so crowded like a crowd? People on the ground, why are they as alienated as the stars? Hey ..." Jueming hummed softly along with my singing and said, "Ah, Qi Yu's 'answer'."

Then we talked about music and movies, and we discovered that everyone's preferences are so different. similar. We talked about the sweetness and elegance of Secret Garden, the mystery and weirdness of Enigma, every line in "Chungking Express" and the Spanish love song in "In the Mood for Love". We talked about the joys of childhood and the troubles of real life, completely forgetting about the cold and the passage of time.

During this period, we saw some meteors flashing past. When I saw a shooting star for the first time, I truly realized what it meant to be fleeting. There was no time to make a wish. Later, I simply clasped my hands together, looked up at the starry sky, and kept muttering my wishes silently, waiting for the shooting stars to streak across the sky. I found out when I read the newspaper the next day that there was a Geminid meteor shower that night.

An hour later, when we were wondering why it was not bright yet, Jueming remembered that Guang said that the last time he saw the sunrise was in summer. It seems that the sun also sleeps in in winter. I said: We made mistakes and we saw shooting stars and had such a wonderful night, didn't we? Jueming looked at me, his eyes looking extraordinarily bright in the darkness: Yes, I should really be grateful to the light.

Towards dawn, the clouds gathered and covered up the stars, leaving only the brightest morning star. The sky in the east began to turn red, and the clouds in the sky reflected the morning light and turned into colorful lights. Jueming stood up, watched the sun slowly rising from the sea, and suddenly said: What wish did you just make? He didn't look back at me, as if he was asking about the vast ocean and sky.

I didn’t answer, I just said: Have you heard of ‘Accidental’ sung by Zhang Qingfang? It is a piece of music based on a poem written by Xu Zhimo.

“I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the center of your waves. You don’t need to be surprised, let alone happy, I disappeared in an instant. You and I meet on the sea of ????dark night, you have you I have my own direction. It’s better if you remember, or if you forget, the light shines on each other at this intersection.”