The city's highways are never wide enough, and all kinds of vehicles are congested. It is just after work rush hour, such as sardines can box like gasping bus, do not want to turn on the air conditioning helplessly waiting for the red light of the private car, carrying a heavy load of large truck drivers bare, will be a bottle of mineral water to drink most of the rest poured on the head, and then the bottle of water was thrown directly out of the window. A motorcycle just outside the window drove by, saw a foreign object falling from the sky, hastily hit the direction, the direction of the other motorcycle next to it, almost hit the roadside teeth. The two motorcycles have reduced speed, no major injuries are not stopped, resentment and curses did not stop, coarse male voice: "blind ah, how to drive the car ah?" Another motorcycle backseat harsh female voice: "What are you looking at, is the old man have the guts you down!" However, they have corrected the direction, did not stop to go far away. Behind already sounded a car dissatisfaction siren, only a few seconds, the road car on the big car small car and like ants line, orderly moving up, slowly accelerated. Rolling heat waves and vehicle emissions, so that the distant road and vehicles blurred, as if a mirage. Sprinklers came, reflecting a rainbow of water and light, the summer city, lively and steamy.
As the traffic flowed, I carefully avoided it, waiting earnestly for the light to turn green, and turning right at the next intersection, I was able to leave the main road and approach the outskirts of the city. The speed of the bike brings the coolness of the summer wind, speed faster and faster, the wind gradually dense, whistling in the ears, not big city was left behind, along with the city's smog and noise, the suburbs, is the edge of the city, just a little farther, and do not want to leave.
Turn right over, take off the headphones, that is to avoid the hustle and bustle of the sound and replace it with another kind of hustle and bustle, that is isolated from a person's world, too lonely. I took off my sunglasses, took off my turban, and even my hat was stuffed in my bag, and I felt a lot more refreshed. This time, only more like to listen to the sounds of the city.
The western outskirts of the city is already a small village, the frogs in the paddy fields, birds chirping, cuckoo bird is not urging the spring plowing, now the rice is already green, how to still chirping? From time to time in the village barking dogs, this natural symphony is better than any golden hall ensemble. Through the village less than a meter wide dirt road, let pass 'idle dog, skittering chickens and ducks, and the old willow tree under the cool after dinner shaking a fan of the people. A few crazy running five or six year olds, laughter like silver bells, running, chasing, smiling face reveals the replacement teeth have not yet grown. One shouted wait for me, one shouted hurry up ah. Sweat on the forehead has flowed, in the neck rushed out a black watermark. I can't help but smile, how like my childhood self, following my sister, running, jumping, never know tired. To the western edge of the city, is the three dams of the Chai River, Chai River water level is very full, the river is flowing, the sound of all with cool, fishing people sitting in the sunset, the fish is also hot, from time to time, also in the surface of the surface of the head, rippling a circle of ripples, the ripples slowly spread out, in the golden sun, like velvet, soft and calm. There is also a boat fishing for watercress parked on the shore, the sudden silence let the heart sink, really want to capriciously stop here, waiting for the moon to rise, waiting for more quiet time, but the time will not wait for me, I am an easy to get lost, do not want to be lost in this also lost the heart.
Further ahead, a few fluttering fluttering came, more than ten meters away from the water surface will reveal a few small black brains, not far away from a few pieces of scattered clothes and threw the horizontal and vertical plastic sandals, and a burst of laughter. The children had already stood out of the water, revealing their rounded buttocks, wiping their watery hair, ignoring the stares from the shore. They weren't embarrassed at all, and I just laughed, just as I had seen my fellow boys do when I was a kid. But all will not tell their parents, otherwise do not listen to adults out of wild swimming, certainly can not avoid a fart board. The young people who have no scruples, is how many times we can not return to the luxury of dreaming.
The first thing you need to do is to get back on the road, and then you can go back to the road and get out of the way. The bike was carried on the street bridge behind the train station. The first time I stepped on this bridge was the first time I had lived in this city for twenty years. For the sake of safety, the guardrail mesh of the bridge was set up very high. The world became a small grid of barbed wire. Then I stopped on the overpass. Under the footbridge were the platforms of the train station, three platforms, lit with dim lights, why were the lights of the platforms always dim? Memory of the hometown of the train station lights are also this color, as if the film and television drama deliberately rendering the platform of the parting and built. The railroad tracks glowed dimly in the light, reaching into the distance. How many times have I stood here waiting to go to my parents' home northbound train, and how many times have I returned to this city of work and life with longing. On the platform again sounded the announcement of the number of trains, again people pouring into the platform, under the street lamp a woman pulling a trolley case, straining to walk, stopping to wait for the train, that figure is very much like yourself. I stood on the footbridge looking down at the woman like myself standing there, some trance, some miss, as if back to my mom. The train sounded a long whistle, carrying away the people waiting for the train, the platform is back to peace.
When did we leave like this, and come like this, running on the road of life without stopping. "Have a good day, have a good day." A faint voice interrupted my silence. I had just been gazing, not seeing that there was someone else not far away. A ragged man, sitting there, hair on some dirty tangled together, face and body but black, can not see the original color of the skin, but also can not identify the color of the clothes, in front of a paint off the tin jar, holding a few one yuan and fifty cents of coins, mouth constantly chanting. I am disgusted with this kind of homeless people, disgusted that they have arms and legs, they are willing to degenerate into social parasites. However, the heart of compassion so that I can not go around, I turned over a coin, stooped down, placed in the tank, a spin, the coin should be lying in the bottom of the tank. I knew that my coin would not change anything for me or for him.
The street under the footbridge is a block away from the train station. Street side is the old cottage, the old discernible wall color, connected to a few cottages, a kiosk, a hotel light box is lit with a bleak white light, adjacent to the light box is very conspicuous, flashing three red italic characters "sexual health", some dumbfounded. Diagonally across the road is the gorgeous Tiyuan Hotel. The rich and poor are so close, and so far away. A street, a world. This street is a lot of seclusion, as if this slip of bungalows existed for many years, or will soon be demolished, the development of society, some of the old, the old, or should be discarded.
Only a turn, to the station square. The newly renovated Tieling Railway Station, not how magnificent, but simple and neat, red "Tieling" two big words, marking the city, so look, as if I was a foreigner? Station Square was opened up around the residents into a place of recreation, singing, dancing, juggling, are surrounded by people into a small circle, there is singing, applause. Since there is no shortage of square dancing, there is a team of storm troopers, military song loud and clear, is the sound of neat footsteps, is shouting one, two, three, four slogans. The city's sound is so alive again.
Back again, through the smoke of a barbecue stall, finally my allergic rhinitis nose itchy dripping snot. Look at the city, listen to the city, nothing wrong, just forget to put back the bandana, all the way to the smoke.
Back home to take a shower, gulp of water, people can not leave the crowd. People and had to leave the crowd alone, talk to themselves, and their own peace. From the daytime disturbance to come out, looking for the silence of the night. Open the computer, the world is rich, all kinds of news and interesting things come and go. The light from the lamp is bright, and midges of all kinds are beating on my glass window, the price of life is often so humble. But it didn't deter me at all from closing my tired eyes for a nap. Upstairs, the sound of quarrels, the sound of erhu on the fifth floor, the cry of the neighbor's child, and the meow of the stray cat downstairs ......
The night is deep.
Suddenly woke up, perhaps after the zero hour, dang, next door to more than eighty years old grandpa Sun's home of the old desk clock rang again, is it zero hour, is it one o'clock, half a point, or 1:30 in the morning? The night makes time blur. Only this clock, the long aftermath echoed in the late night, the old trees at the entrance of the alley seem to have heard, shook his head, as if shaking off the smoke and dust of hundreds of years ago, and wanted to open his eyes to see the neon under the eyes, but still turned his head and wanly fell asleep.
I am also sleepy, sleep, a night of peace.