Jiang Yuheng's "The Heart that Moves" is a song with special feelings for me. As soon as I heard this song, I recalled my life as an ocean sailor for two years and those days when I sailed on the ocean.

When I was young, I ran a boat for two years, sailing around the world. The longest trip was from New Orleans on the Mississippi River in the United States, across the Panama Canal and across the Pacific Ocean to Tianjin New Port in China. I ran for 42 days and got paid twice at sea.

It's really a quiet life, a mechanical life. What time do you do every day, the next day or next week? Just do it when it's time. It's nothing new. ?

Even go to the lavatory every morning is accurate to the minute. I didn't feel anything one minute ago. The second hand ran around, and when I was about to sprint, my stomach reacted, so I couldn't go to the bathroom calmly. ?

Every day when I open my eyes, the ocean is boundless. The depth of the ocean is dark blue, even black and blue. After the ship passes by, the waves on the stern are pure blue. ?

The ocean is boundless, and so is the temper. Quiet time, like an old man, calm down, quiet inside. ?

Sometimes it's like a pure girl who has just been in love with spring, with slight waves and waves of surges. ?

Sometimes he looks like a strong man who is drunk, and his rage is amazing. Set off waves more than ten stories high and keep hitting the bow, deck and bridge. ?

Even a wave lifted from the bow, leaped all the way over the whole cargo ship of more than 2 meters, and then slammed into the stern, like an angry mob. ?

I remember the most powerful Thanksgiving Day in 199, which was just two days' flight from the coast of Japan. Encountered a typhoon, the 6-year-old British captain who is about to retire usually gets on the bridge and gets off after a cup of coffee. 　

? But that time, the captain was so nervous that he stayed in the cab for two days and two nights, and he didn't come down tired until the typhoon passed. We can see the tension and severity of the situation at that time.

I was just 18, full of blood, which was the age when I was not afraid of anything. I'm not seasick either. I'm very excited about the life of dangling on the boat. There is no way to cook in the kitchen. I basically eat canned food and pre-made Thanksgiving turkey salad.

Everything on the boat will be fixed, so as to prevent the big waves from rolling around, breaking, damaging and hurting people.

I remember that the ship was more than 26 meters long and nearly 8, tons. The speed is generally 13 or 4 knots, one nautical mile each, 1.852 kilometers. Running for an hour is almost 25 kilometers. ?

according to the first mate, our ship went full speed against the waves and didn't go far for two days and nights. The first mate is an experienced old sailor with rich sea experience. ?

He told me that when a freighter encounters a big storm at sea, it can only sail in the direction where the waves are coming, just like topping an ox.

if you don't sail against the waves, no matter how big the ship is, it will be overturned and interrupted by waves after waves. No matter how big the ship is, it is like a trivial fallen leaf in front of the rough and furious ocean, which is not worth mentioning.

during the voyage, I sat in my cabin after work every day, listening to the music from the little SONY walkman on my desk.

There are only a few tapes, and Jiang Yuheng's "The Heart of Action" is my long-term single cycle song. The feeling of loneliness and melancholy with homesickness in Jiang Yuheng's songs is in line with my wandering life at sea at that time.

The whistle of the train at the beginning of the song also aroused my * * * sound. As soon as I heard the whistle of the train, I remembered the night when I left home, the train that pulled me away from home, and the tears I secretly shed after driving.

I remember I was just 18 years old when I first went abroad as a sailor. My parents took me to the railway station and took the train to Beijing. Fly from Beijing to Tokyo and get on the boat in Yokohama.

I was still talking and laughing on the way to the train station, and I didn't feel that I was about to leave my parents and home.

The train started. I remember it was after ten o'clock at night. Soon after the train started, the noisy noise in the carriage quieted down and everyone went into a confused state.

at this moment, I felt farther and farther away from home by listening to the sound of wheels clanging and clanging. I felt sour in my heart and tears flowed involuntarily.

that was the only time I left home to cry, and the only time my parents sent me away. Since then, how many times I left home, I just picked up the box and left. I have adapted to the cruelty of breaking into society, my heart has hardened and I have forgotten how to shed tears.

Accompanied by the single cycle of "The Heart Who Moves", I have endured two years of sea storms and years of baptism, which has created a strong heart that I can face anything bravely in my life.

Now, I'm over half a century old. Whenever I listen to "The Heart that Moves" and the train whistle, I can still see myself in my youth. Dragging my suitcase far away ...

I once thought my home was a ticket stub

I tore it apart and started my journey

I threw myself into another stranger

How many days have I drifted like this

How many years have I been lonely

The end point has returned to the starting point

Only now do I realize

Oh

I have forgotten the people who passed by.