The temperature plummeted, the wind and drizzle fluttered, and the leaves took their time to embark on a new journey. The boats in Xiangjiang River are still drifting for shelter, and tourists from Orange Island have come wave after wave unconsciously. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, there are not many places with profound cultural connotations. Changsha is a place. Urban development is changing with each passing day, and the living standards of residents are gradually improving. High-rise buildings have witnessed unprecedented miracles and written magnificent chapters. The fast high-speed rail has narrowed the distance between cities and widened the distance between people. Wheels come and go on spacious and flat roads, and pedestrians carrying big bags and small bags often return with endless communication equipment. Everything has an inevitable accidental connection intentionally or unintentionally, and each has its own way of existence, which is calm and choppy.
Under an overpass in the university town, there lived an old man. Sleeping on a tattered mattress, covered with a tattered quilt and a tattered pillow, his clothes were placed in an equally tattered snakeskin bag next to him, and all his belongings were clear at a glance. His work and rest are different from ordinary people. He sleeps during the day, wakes up at night, or wakes up at any time.
On his left is a bustling commercial street. The small shop of "Changsha stinky tofu" is always full of customers, and the shops of "famous and excellent products" are also crowded. "Guerlain Beauty" is doing activities all year round, as well as fruit shops, beverage shops, convenience stores, clothing stores and pharmacies ... Because it occupies the unique advantage of the school, the business of the shops is basically good. On the right is a two-way road, and there is a bus stop not far away. In the morning and evening rush hours, it is crowded. At night, there are black cars soliciting customers at fixed locations, which has become the first choice for some people because of its convenience and quickness.
At night, near the entrance and exit of the overpass, between two camphor trees, some students put on medium-sized stereos, held microphones, and began to sing some popular classic songs affectionately. The box in front of you will be encouraged by passers-by People listening to songs are crowded with half the sky bridge, and scattered people are squatting on the surrounding steps. This is a good place to go when they don't want to go back and have nowhere else to go. Some people order songs, and it doesn't matter who they give them to. Anyway, everyone present can have fun.
Flying sparrows don't know how long they have been lying here, the passing pet dogs don't know, the shop assistants around don't know, and the passing students don't know. He doesn't know it himself. He neither expects nor gives anything. He melted into the whole street scene in his own way, instead of becoming a beautiful scenery, it was extremely ordinary.
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I didn't tell anyone when I went out Anyway, I am old and seriously ill, which has long been their burden. Pensions, social security and the like, ordinary rural people in our country do not have the protection of urban people, so it is good to live. Subsidies with quotas are often given priority, so I can't count on them. At first, wherever I went, I put my luggage in a secret dry place and went out to pick up some bottles and cans to sell during the day. Sometimes I am lucky to find clothes and food. At night, I lie on a park bench or under the plank of a broken house. When you are thirsty, run to the public toilet to get tap water to drink. Later, my body failed and I couldn't walk, so I found this good place under the overpass. The stone platform for pedestrians is not high, just enough to put down my belongings. Make the bed, I'll lie down!
The older you get, the less you should doze off, but I'm different. In a daze, I can't sleep. I can't go anywhere, so I must lie down. When I fell asleep, all the excitement outside couldn't wake me up. At night, I will sit up and look at the traffic around me and the young man singing there. It should be from the Conservatory of Music. His voice is very nice! It's just that singing those vicissitudes of life songs in my twenties is inevitably a bit immature, but I like listening to them. Once I heard him sing "Dad", I couldn't help crying. In the dark, in the noisy street, under the deserted overpass, and in the hurried footsteps of passers-by, who will notice the sweet and bitter tears of an old man?
The staff of the urban management rescue station also came, looked at it a few times, asked a few words, and walked away with an expression of disgust. I don't blame anyone else. I don't want to leave. I am old and ill. It doesn't matter if I suffer. Don't disturb others! I have been lying here for more than two months, maybe longer, and I may spend my last moment here. I don't blame my son and daughter-in-law They have their own lives. Nowadays, young people are also very bitter, with low wages and mortgage and car loans. I told them not to look for me.
My life is not bad now! I heard the sound of wind and rain, reading, laughing, crying and quarreling, singing and selling. Sour, sweet, spicy, bitter, smelly, gray and miscellaneous. Helpless and stress-free, one day there is a place to sleep. Occasionally, good people give some food and bread, both hot and cold are enough!
I like spring best all year round. I don't want birds singing and flowers singing, grass grows and warblers fly, that's a poet's business! What I like best is that the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and I don't have to curl up in a hard bed (I would rather stay inside than stick my head out to meet the cold wind whistling outside). My fear of cold far exceeds my fear of death. I don't know whether it hurts or not after I die, and I don't worry about being thirsty or hungry. But cold is completely different. It seems to freeze you from the outside to the inside, devour you, disrupt the rhythm of your heartbeat, drag you to the edge of death bit by bit, and live without asking for death. So I trembled back to the true colors of life, but I have finished the joys and sorrows of the world.
Once two female students were discussing a movie when they passed by, saying, "Nothing is omnipotent, and dreams are more important to her than anything else.". I have been thinking about it for several days. In my situation, what can I do if I have a dream? More is just weakness! However, people always have a little expectation. A person without hope, living is like walking dead. Being a walking corpse is not bad, at least in this world! When I was young, I always felt that time was still long and the road was still long. I acted calmly and calmly, but when I was old, I still wanted nothing.
Another time, when I passed the railway station, the lyrics "Just floated until I stopped smiling and forgot what was important and why it was futile" floated out and floated in the air, touching many people's parting thoughts! When I was in my fifties, I had nothing, but one day I had a life! I've been wandering the streets of the city for a long time, three months or four months or a year or two? I don't remember. I heard that some relatives came to see me. What's the use of finding it? Now I have finally settled down, lying in such an empty place, my heart is empty, my thoughts are empty, and my thoughts are empty.
I didn't feel anything special when I watched Time flies, but now I watch it pass by with empathy. Fast or slow, poor or rich, just live. Winter is stumbling, and this year is coming to an end. I like warm spring, and the rest of the season is just its foil. As long as I think that there will be such a cold time, I will no longer live like a year, and I will no longer eat my old money. I think all the waiting is worth it.
I don't know where I am in spring. It's the same everywhere.