Now it is the development of urbanization, many people are flocking to the city, the countryside people are rushing to fulfill their dreams of the city, to be a city people. The countryside has become fragmented, and there are even some empty rooms.
But I'm just a bit of a rebel against the times, and even though the city is so prosperous, I'm having trouble convincing myself that I'm a rebel. Looking at the bird's-eye view of Manhattan in New York City, this marvelous forest of human greatness, merely reminds me of an ant nest on the Gobi.
The main reason I don't like cities is their air - a carbon dioxide-rich cloud of heat, dust and gasoline molecules that carries the weight of civilization. It is my first and most lasting impression of the city. Men and women, old people and children, the newly born and those who will pass away, in all, dozens and millions of lungs breathing air from a bullet-ridden place that doesn't have much oxygen. And this oxygen of grace has to be filtered through the nostrils of a machine tool, and baptized by the ass of a car. I am too humble to be blessed with this civilized air. I prefer the air of the wild to purify my lungs.
City air is hot and dusty. Hot because the city many people, enthusiasm, boiling, which contains a variety of people, a variety of ideologies, a variety of attitudes ...... more dust, so the head of the city, people and people can not see each other, which is also related to the city many people, mixed and complex. The air in the countryside is just the opposite of the city, it is cold, clear, pure, people's faces are clear.
I am a person who likes solitude and is afraid of it. So, I can't always stay in the city or always stay in the countryside. Still, there is a difference in the time I spend in them. It's as if I spend the better part of an hour pacing a wooded path and only three minutes traversing a market.
But it's not necessarily true that you don't get lonely in a busy city, either, and wherever people congregate, there is loneliness. I have always felt a sense of exile and despondency. Like an abandoned dog looking forward to the master that does not turn back, or like a drunken poet lying in a broken boat sighing on both sides of the far away. Fortunately, there is a group of soulmates and friends of the salvation, life on the road is considered to have a harbor.
To the bustling city to see the crowd, in the quiet countryside thinking.