The scenery outside the window gradually brightened, the outline of another platform gradually became clear, and billboards printed by light boxes drifted by in turn. Mostly real estate, home appliances and the like. However, an advertisement suddenly flashed in front of my eyes inadvertently-the process of traveling is not only to discover beautiful scenery, but also to discover another self. I silently watched the billboard shine, gradually being pushed behind by the train and turning into silent chewing.
It's early summer, June. I saw it on the subway in another distant northern city. Through the window, it passed me casually and passed more passengers. Perhaps, it's just "chicken soup", but in the autumn after more than three months, I can still recall the scene at that time. My heart trembled slightly at that time.
There is a saying: people, whether soul or body, must have one on the road.
Yes, the journey of our soul may be immersed in music and self-cultivation again and again in the process of turning pages. Our physical journey may be on the road of enjoying the beautiful scenery again and again, and on this road, we may meet a brand-new self.
I remember the first trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the intermittent spring rain moistens young feelings all the way. Putting down my backpack, I joined a temporary team. They are all older than me, and the team leader is naturally quite "old school", so the training class has become a flash at the opening ceremony, and more often, we are on the road.
In the paradise of Suzhou and Hangzhou, in the misty rain of the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, in the soft language of Wunong, where the boat is rocking in Wu Peng. Next to Er Quan in Huishan, I was once moved to tears by the live performance of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" and couldn't help sobbing. Is it because of the sigh of fate on the string, or the wandering outside the string, or because of the superb art? That one is the shock of his youthful soul, the confusion of going out of Taihang Mountain to see the world, and the keen feeling of unknown people and things.
A few years later, I was in Beijing, still a cover for training. I walked in the streets of Beijing, feeling the majesty at the foot of Yanshan Mountain and the majesty of the imperial city. On the way to the Grand View Garden, I went and visited with a stranger in Xinjiang. I even generously took some photos of him. Back in town, I sent it by registered mail according to the address he left me. The strange friend was very moved to reply, saying that he never believed that I would actually send photos in the past ... I think one is selfless and open-minded, without so many defenses and bad feelings, and will trust others naively and sincerely.
Now, can I have that back? Will I teach my daughter to be so frank and ignorant? The dangerous society has given me more and more fear and more and more insecurity. It can only be said that the self on the way can only be the beauty that was fixed more than 20 years ago.
Later, I had a little figure of my daughter in my journey. We walked on the mountain road in Huanglong. The tired one is unbearable for altitude sickness, and the weak one is taken care of by her 10 year old daughter. We shuttled between the mountains and rivers in Guilin, the silly and carefree "fat sister". In a small fishing village near Beihai, we carried a fish basket and dug small fish with a small drill, listening to the sound of the waves. We are sheltered from typhoons and wind and rain under the fishermen's wet eaves, worn-out rotten wood, painful sand and poor homes. The man who measured human life by the sea was driven away by the cruel reality.
From then on, I don't want to travel to Vietnam and Myanmar anymore, because the other party told me with their eyes that the so-called poetry and the distance, poetry is always beautiful, but the distance is not satisfactory.
We listened to the waves in Gulangyu, climbed Sunlight Rock and looked across the sea. The sea fog blocked my sight, but the song "Wave of Gulangyu Island" still lingered in my mind. Under the eucalyptus tree of Xiamen University, I silently recited "To the Oak Tree" to my daughter. We ran in the lover's valley, listening to the echo in the long tunnel. That one is a "foodie" who can't eat too many frozen bamboo shoots on Zhongshan Road, a "Wen Qing" who lingers on a beautiful campus with a romantic picture scroll, and a woman who grew up with her daughter and embraced youth together.
Also, we rode bicycles, sat on the Ferris wheel and shouted on the cable car in the black land in the northeast, beside the Hunhe River, in the deep water bay and in the pine forest like Linhai Snow Forest, and countless pine cones were within reach. That carefree, gathering honey in the sea of flowers, dancing in the dense forest, that yearning for freedom, that unrestrained gallop made me feel strange to the rigid and plain myself who stayed in the office with China and Japan.
And my friends and sisters and I are on the way to "catch up with the drama". Suzhou, Beijing, Tianjin and Xi have persisted for 30 years and are not afraid of the passage of time. That one is the feeling of returning to 18 years old, and it is a "lost girl" who stood in front of the stage and shouted the name of an idol and refused to leave.
..... Yes, those people on the journey are full of passion, romance, innocence, dancing, joy and even a little nervous. In retrospect, they are full of energy and loveliness. That's another self, hidden in my heart for a long time, revealing my nature on the journey. That one is young and beautiful, and doesn't ask worldly things, like a wild crane in the clouds.
Among the dense pedestrians, we have to learn a lot of compromises and learn to live with a mask. We have to do what we want to do, and we have forgotten to find another self. Perhaps, on the way to travel, we can let go of the grudges in the dust and meet another sunny self, frank, spontaneous, free and lively.
After watching the advertisement, I began to ponder slowly and think back to myself on the journey again and again. Those individuals let me relax, refuel and sail on the way forward. Those individuals let me not forget your initial heart, remain sincere and insist on being myself. Those individuals let me know that the happiest thing for people is not to have everything, but to arrange their lives calmly.
Jiang Yang said that reading is to meet a better self. So, don't forget to read after the trip. The so-called "Wan Li Road" and "thousands of books" encourage us to be better ourselves.
Wan Li Road, after reading thousands of books, you will find that we already have poetry and distance in our hearts.