In the early years, the hometown of the train station, it is set in the Jingyuan (Beijing - Taiyuan) on the line of a bright little station, put into operation in the early seventies. At that time, the feeling of the train station is the center of the county, food stalls, restaurants, concert halls, hotels, lined up, every day, people weaving, north to south, there are going to Hebei, there into Beijing, and on the Inner Mongolia go mouth, there is a coal dealer pouring charcoal, and sell timber pouring livestock, and more is to play the people with foreign accents, elsewhere can not buy things to buy, elsewhere can not be sold out of the things to sell here, to sell things that can not be seen elsewhere, to see things that can not be seen elsewhere, to sell here. Things that cannot be seen elsewhere can be seen here. The name "Little Hong Kong" has been spreading.
The sound of shouting is long and short, selling buckwheat cold noodles have to overpower the sound of selling noodles, selling yellow cake and selling knife-shaved noodles are not willing to show weakness. If there is a guest slightly in front of the store to a look, or a hesitation hesitation, shopkeepers on the warm welcome, even pulling with drag, to help take the baggage, the introduction of the meal, you had to go in to eat and drink, it seems that you are not coming to him to "send" money, but to enjoy the blessing of him.
When night falls, the lights shine brightly on the square in front of the station, the row of simple dance halls of the tape recorder is hysterical howling, the night life here has begun, noisy, noisy, from time to time, also mixed with the ear-piercing sound of the trains.
At that time, the village people went to the city to catch the market, most of them went to the train station, especially the sale of eggs and chickens, as well as some of the farm specialties, how many of them can be sold, and feel that the station of the old foreign accent (outsiders) have money.
At that time, the women of the family to find a railroad to work with the object, that really is to hold the "iron rice bowl". Who has a young man working in the railroad, that find objects is certainly not worry, early I do not know who is occupied by the women of the family.
I remember the first time I went home after three years in the army, all the way to the train, through the mountains into the hometown territory, the familiar mountains, the familiar ground, that provoked my throat and tongue of the countryside, itchy, salty, sweet feeling. Pressing the thumping chest, soothing the hot cheeks, eagerly scanning out the car window. "Long Tianyu旷, cut the hometown feeling"
Time and again the parting, time and time again the meeting, from a person's long-distance travel, and then to the two people follow, and then three people's homecoming, each time is reluctant to give up and excitement, especially every time to see the train station the most conspicuous that the two big words, that is a kind of indescribable feelings. "Near the hometown feeling more timid, do not dare to ask the person who came".
The real hometown, indeed become the hometown, that familiar and strange far away, indeed become home again.
Later, whether you take the plane back, or take the plane to go, the distance by train is shorter. Then later the development of highways, transportation is more convenient, that home the last distance also changed into a ride (bus), high-speed rail and train is the city and the city into a network. The popularity of private cars, say go, is no longer a dream.
The train station in my hometown, the prosperity has long since ended, but it is still there standing abruptly, silently seeing off the travelers who are far away from their hometowns, and welcoming the loved ones who are returning home.
The train station in his hometown, it is the era of travelers, the starting point of the beginning of the dream, but also every traveler when he returned home, the place of tears of joy.
Life, in fact, is like a train station, in and out, come and go, busy, there is the joy of meeting, there is the sorrow of parting, this is life, this is the station.