I like taking the train. The rumbling Pentium sound and the harsh whistle sound when starting. All kinds of passengers, sweat, and all kinds of human body smells are intertwined. It always makes people feel the truth of the world. You can also look at the scenery along the way. Raise your eyes and look out of the window. There are faint mountains, and yellow or red-gray land is exposed in green. Clouds and sunset on the horizon occasionally pass through the shadows of several birds. Lonely shrub flowers nearby, in the bright sunshine, came into view and flashed again. People are sitting quietly. Look at all this. The heart will gradually calm down, as still as water. Gradually, everything turned a blind eye. Only the faint feelings for Liao Yuan drifted gently in my mind. When you are quiet, you have leisure time. You can recall, you can expect, you can fantasize and you can feel. Flying by plane or train is like fast food and your own carefully cooked food. The former solves the problem quickly and directly. While solving the problem, the latter left deep tenderness. And the money saved by taking the train can buy favorite books. In the bookcase, the past looks infinitely rich. Read one by one and take notes. This process has infinite warmth.

I flew for the first time and went to Nanjing. Nanjing is also called Jinling. In my sophomore year, I walked with Wang and Xiao Linzi. This is a favorite city. Is that Prince Tory? Sketch? Thanks to his father, he is a painter, and the plane tickets are all settled. Sitting on the plane, through the small round window, there is a thick layer of diffused clouds outside. The sun shines on it, giving off dazzling white light. The monotonous color has lost all life, and people only feel lonely and lonely in life. I have no intention of continuing this loneliness. Sit up straight in your seat and close your eyes.

It only took me half an hour to get from the airport to the city, so that I could see its color as soon as possible. For thousands of years, the surging Yangtze River gave birth to the Yangtze River civilization and Nanjing, a city in the south of the Yangtze River. It is surrounded by water, surrounded by mountains and waters, with beautiful mountains and rivers and many historical sites. Mr. Zhu Ziqing once wrote:? Visiting Nanjing is like visiting an antique shop, and there are some traces of the erosion of the times everywhere. You can think deeply, you can mourn, you can leisurely daydream that the three of them have put away their luggage and have been unable to eat, so they will take a taxi directly to the mountains. On the way, there is a tall and stout phoenix tree by the road. When it rains in Mao Mao, large green leaves make a sound in the wind. This kind of quiet feeling has a new flavor only after staying in Nanjing for a few days. This is also a city that needs to be appreciated. There is not much noise. The heart will be calm.

I once saw a writer commenting on Nanjing in the newspaper. Nanjing was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. Let's talk about its continuous decline. Qinhuai River, once obsessed with money, flows through erosion and glory like fireworks. Therefore, the dynasties that established their capital here did not last long. Discarded in an extremely fragile way. The dynasty with Hangzhou as its capital was also very short-lived. Jiangnan is the gentle hometown of the emperor, and it is easy for them to forget the crisis of war and the sufferings of the people. In the face of lakes and mountains, there is only sinking. Just like a man with a beautiful wife, he is always easy to lack ambition. Some are beautiful and pleasing to the eye from a distance. Deep in it, but tired and numb. The same is true of cities. Because there was prosperity and glory. When history is like a passing cloud, it erases the fragrance of wine and the sound of flute at night. The ancient Nanjing has only left a vicissitudes and calm outline. The dark city walls are covered with damp and dense moss and vines. The mausoleum is silent, and the struggling soul has no sound.

When I arrived at Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, the rest of the people were like air, which did not disturb Wang Anxin's painting. Xiao Linzi and I quietly followed a tour group and listened to the detailed explanation of the tour guide for free. The tour guide pointed to his finger and said, Is it nice? Is it beautiful? Everyone, like kindergarten children, answered, beautiful, beautiful. It made us snicker all the way.

The beauty of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is natural, and there are few traces of artificial carving. In contrast, the beauty of Xuanwu Lake is already very impressive. Ten-mile lotus pond, trying to give off fragrance in the summer sun. Clear water makes gentle ripples in the wind. Travelers tread too much. In a hurry, just taking pictures and making noise. Compared with the same period last year, there are often local people in the Woods around the West Lake and the lakeside in Hangzhou, and they have paved the floor with plaid cloth. Family fishing, picnicking, knitting, reading, very leisurely enjoy time and sunshine. However, Xuanwu Lake in Nanjing is not so calm. Looking at the past, it seems extremely lonely, because there is no understanding and consideration.

In downtown Nanjing, almost all newly-built buildings are towering into the sky, which is also a place that makes me sigh. It's really the first time. On the other side of the building, there are many extremely shabby buildings. It can be seen that it has been embarrassed and embarrassed because of history. That is, you can't throw away the past, pursue it, and comfort yourself by sticking to the old prosperity. Therefore, this is a very slow and cautious city. This mentality also implies people living in cities.

The simplicity and self-sufficiency of Jiangsu people are obvious. They are not as urgent and sharp as Shanghainese. Always like a piece of soil covered with vegetation, steady and stable. People walking in the street are seldom in a hurry. Clothes are also rustic. Compared with Huaihai Road in Shanghai, you will feel that you are walking in a crowd in a county. The streets in Nanjing are wide and clean. Many beautifully decorated shops sell Japanese and Korean fashions. Golden Eagle Department Store, which meets the high consumption level, also includes almost all Isetan brands in Shanghai. But this mentality problem can't be changed. Since ancient times, Jiangsu's tax revenue has been higher than other provinces. It is steady and self-sufficient. So it is destined to have nothing to do with the coming and going of the trend. Because it is also a trendsetter.

The first time I saw fish was in the underwater world of Nanjing. There was no sound in the dark and silent visiting area. Only close to the glass can you hear the rolling sound of oxygen in clear water. These creatures from the deep sea are mysterious and strange. Have the freedom to be isolated from the world. But living far from the sea seems a bit lonely. The three men held their breath and looked face to face. This attitude, for beautiful things, is like this. Later, this scene appeared in Wang's paintings. Thousands of fish of all colors swim in different directions. what was the name? Lonely? . However, when I was writing a story, I remembered this way of description; ? Life is a fish, life is water, and the soul is the sound of the sea that the fish hears, but it is destined to be the sea? . Later, I often told those high school students who passed Nanjing University that I would have time to see those fish, some lonely and beautiful lives. They texted me? Melodramatic? I smile and feel myself? Melodramatic? .

Xiao Linzi said that he always remembers the happiest moment. The passage at the foot slowly slides forward, and there are huge water tanks at the top and both sides. Flocks of fish swam close through the glass. I seem to feel their breathing and eyes. Put your face on the glass and smile at them. When they swim with their tails wagging, put their palms on them. At this moment, as a music student, he felt that he was one of the fish. Can't find it? Sea? Fish. He said that the ocean is faith and the golden hall of Vienna. For me, this sea is the sacred palace of Nobel.

Later, Wang got a job now. After living for a year, I left and went to Qinghai. He said that he met his former classmates in Nanjing. And good friends. A girl, thin and short, smiled and showed two beautiful little tiger teeth. Neither of them expected to meet again in Nanjing in a few years. We made an appointment to meet at Mochow Road. Everyone laughed when we saw them from a distance. We went to a coffee shop on Hunan Road. Girls go to school in Nanjing and stay in Nanjing to work after graduation. She speaks Mandarin with Nanjing flavor. The two talked about watching movies at school when they were young, taking the bus home together and watching the sunset on the road. Smile at each other. Didn't say too much on purpose. That warm feeling has not lost with time. We encourage Wang to go on, hoping to hear some touching words. However, when he came here, he was silent. Although we are disappointed, it is not easy to ask questions. I guess it's a sad past.

The three of them are in Nanjing and have visited many places. Left a lot of jokes and feelings. I like their company. There is a feeling of bosom friend and brotherhood. Warm and dependent. I like our tacit understanding. I also like their simplicity, gentleness, tolerance and persistence. I always thought we could have dinner together in the future. Get together well. Needless to say, I just enjoy the tender affection. It is a way that suits each other's temperament.

Nanjing is a place with love, fate and stories. I'm going to go here when I graduate from college. Later, because of staying in school, the trip ran aground. Time flies and flowers bloom at dusk. I found the previous manuscript in my previous study and sorted it out. I think I really have an unfinished fate with this place.

A Classic Prose about Nanjing: A Record of Nanjing

Nanjing is a place of heroes and beautiful women. Ordinary people living here will feel that life has no background. In the big sun, the streets are shining, and the broken bricks and broken walls after robbery can be seen everywhere, and the messy wild vegetation is also shining. It's ridiculous, but it's ridiculous to have no name because there is no background. I can't afford tragedy or loneliness. In such a place, even if people live in a house, it seems to be open-air. Although the butler tidied up the yard beautifully, the living room was neat, the screen windows were white, and everything was neat and clean, the broken bricks and wild vegetation nearby always seemed to break in, and it was still like being in the open air. Once a week, they all go to Shanghai to live in seclusion and drown in the crowd. Otherwise, they have to hide upstairs and smoke opium, which is also a kind of indulgence. It is painful for a person to clearly feel his existence in the empty city of Nanjing, but he doesn't even have an emotional background, just like drawing a person on a blank sheet of paper.

So is my family. The grass in the yard is very long, planted with corn, and it looks wild. In addition, there is a lot of red, no matter how it is destroyed, red and white flowers are still blooming. There are also perfume flowers, which have already opened, and the branches and leaves are heavily pressed on a shelf, green and green. I don't know if it was teased by the wind or crowed by the chicken under the frame, which reminded it of something.

It's amazing that one or two flowers will suddenly bloom again. But whether these flowers, like summer corn, only care about themselves and want to occupy the world, don't care if someone is there. At night, I sat on the steps with a cane chair, looking at the shiny metal sky, feeling that everything was wrong. Look at the white poplin coat and trousers you are wearing, with thin satin slippers. It's not right to have both sides.

When the alley where my family lives turns, it is Feng Dan Street. I often drive in and out of that place. I like the feeling of wheels rolling gently on the gravel road. It is also easy to walk at the top of this section of the road when walking, because it is because of walking in the crowd. If you are on Zhongshan Road or other roads, the street seems impatient and wants to throw you away at any time.

Zhang Ailing translated Rain in Mao Mao into English. I like the rain in Mao Mao, because its simple power is close to folk songs, but it is not folk songs? It is unnatural and wrong for people in modern cities to sing folk songs. A special kind of air here is the love in the alley: it's raining, gray cement alley houses, small glass windows, and things that stink slightly; Girls don't want ribbons, tear off printed silk strips from lapels to tie their hair, and go to the snack bar in the alley to buy a popsicle to suck? Beyond all this gloom, there is a traditional and distorted beauty of the East. If you look at it twice, you will find it as complete as a piece of jade. ?

However, this sentiment only exists in Shanghai or several other cities in China. There is no Nanjing. Although there are small streets and high-grade residential areas in Nanjing, there are no such alley houses. If it rains, the mud on the ground will splash into shops or people's homes, and the wind will blow people's clothes. Although it is in the house, there seems to be nowhere to hide in the wilderness. The rain in Shanghai is the rain on the earth, and the rain in Nanjing is primitive. But people living in Nanjing are not primitive, so they only see disharmony. In that kind of disharmony, human nature is bent, which can only produce another kind of traditional distorted heroic excitement. Not only didn't build a house, but also didn't smash the company and didn't smash the big cinema. Nanjing is not a citizen's world. In Shanghai, people don't buy things in shops, but just looking at them also gives them a sense of satisfaction. On the streets of Nanjing, I don't feel this way. On the other hand, the heroic excitement that existed in the heyday of the past no longer exists.

I went to Beijing at the age of twenty and passed Nanjing for the first time. At that time, Nanjing was under Sun's rule. Because it was dark, I entered the city and left before dawn the next day. I only felt that this was a city of ominous nightmares. Since then, Nanjing has changed several masters. I still live in Nanjing this year, but Nanjing is no longer attractive to me. Is it because there are no heroes? At least there are heroes. But the least heroes can better show their true colors, just as the least cloth can show what materials are made of. They are really born deficient, so they are extremely vicious. A hero with a good brand is a silver wax spear, and a hero with a bad brand is a wax wax spear. That's the difference. Of course, they are not gods, but they are not Satan. Satan still has his romance, but they are not romantic at all. They are creatures between man and beast, civilized beasts, blaspheming not only man but also animals.

Nanjing without heroes and Nanjing with heroes all make me feel empty, so empty that I am not lonely or disappointed.

However, in the past, there was also the excitement of traditional twisting heroes, which made Qinhuai River prosperous. The prostitutes in Qinhuai River who serve the newly rich are more lively than those in Beijing and richer than those in Shanghai. Heroes love mountains and rivers and beautiful women. In Qinhuai River, there is a mighty moon in the sky, moon-like palace lanterns on board, mountains and rivers, and beautiful women like clouds. In recent years, heroes can no longer pay attention to these things. They dragged prostitutes to sleep behind closed doors. People are not very selective, and Master Qian is not generous. It's not a pity, but because any feelings have become redundant for them. Qinhuai River is also deserted.

Sometimes when I see the exquisite side of your life, I think of the guangdong snacks store in Confucius Temple. There are glass tables and white waiters, but business is not good. It seems very clean. I have always suspected that its shrimp, wonton noodles, fishy smell and delicate filth have turned into blasphemy.

But Nanjing also has some memorable places. Once, a man wrote to me to see his old house. As early as a few years ago, the house was burned to a white ground by soldiers' gunfire. I looked back and crossed the area. The whole wheat field was covered with burnt-out walls. The sun shines through a big gap in the wall, and the sky is particularly clear and high. Then I went to a fairly wide and secluded street. There is a food store on the street, and there are several boards and tables quietly in it. There are many large plates on the counter at the door, which contain dried shrimps, onions, half-cooked chicken and fresh lean meat. There is a pot near the counter. In a pot, there are zongzi. In another pot, only the sound of water hissing and small bubbles were heard. This kind of shop is just like the pavilion on Inn Road. Because I was tired from walking, I went in and chose a board table to sit down. I ordered a plate of zongzi. Besides, someone is eating. In short, this is a very simple thing. That man looks like a rickshaw puller. The waiter poured a cup of tea, ate zongzi and twisted a hot towel to wipe his hands. Everything in this place seems not to be in Nanjing. After paying the bill, three zongzi cost six yuan. I gave a five-yuan ticket and a Zhang Yiyuan ticket, and there was no change. I don't think it's appropriate to find a big bill for a small account. After a pause, I asked awkwardly. Do you want a small bill? The waiter said, It doesn't matter whether you give it or not. ? Seeing that he was not affected, I suddenly became sincere and said, I'll give it next time. ? At that time, I really believed that I would come again next time, and I would definitely give him a little explanation. I seem to have entered another world, and everything is so comforting, true and reliable.

Once again, I went home late at night and the street was dark. The dark road seems to be submerged, including the buildings on both sides of the road and the whole city of Nanjing. However, it seems to be blocked by something. The building will only get more crowded in the dark, leaving the road helpless. You will feel it alive when you step on it. In the strange underground light, the city walls stand, mostly in the shadow, showing only a little white. Even this wall looks strange, and it has become very remote and has nothing to do with the world.

Then a few searchlights with huge blue light swept across the sky, and the sound of planes rumbling in the clouds. One of them suddenly appeared, was conducting a low-altitude bombing exercise, shuffled down in a hurry, and the sound swept the roof greatly, and the thunder rose like lightning. At that moment, the roof of the community echoed, like a group of chickens hit by eagles, screaming in fear. Then there is silence, in which there seems to be a thousand words, anxiety and harassment. I want to shout out a forgotten familiar name, but I can't. I fell quietly and became a water stain on the ground, as clear as a dream. The little train went by with a bang. In this silence, it was flustered by the sound of wheels and tracks, screamed and fled the city. I walked through street after street and met people from time to time, passing in front of me like a shadow. There is a rickshaw parked on the side of the road, and there is no driver in sight. The mattress in the rickshaw is white in the dark, and then it is very leisurely there, as if thinking and talking. At this time, human beings are ashamed and have no opinion, but those things that can't think and talk, such as rickshaws and cold glass on the windows, suddenly appear and speak quietly, telling a story of a barren Tang.

I walked into an alley. Because it was late at night, because there was no one, and because this alley was very narrow, I heard my footsteps suddenly loud. At this time, I saw a miracle. There is a mud-walled house at the end of the alley, and the warm orange-red light overflows from the wooden window. I stopped to look through the window and saw the side face of an old woman. She pickled vegetables in an urn. Everything in the room is beautiful under the beautiful candlelight. Even simple and shabby things and shadows in the corner are peaceful and safe. I almost cried.

When I got home, I didn't want to sleep for a while There is no candle, put a wick on the dish with vegetable oil and light it. But unlike the old woman, I carefully closed the curtain and sat down to drink tea. The wick spits out the light of Aomori, like a small white orchid, warm and lovely. Facing it will remind people of many things.

It seems like a long time ago, and I am still moving to write it down under the electric light. The weather is very hot, and two geckos are parked outside the screen window, which reminds people of savage Africa. However, this is Nanjing, and the barbarism of civilization is more inhuman than the primitive barbarism, and even this horror is colorless.

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