City Stories--Guiyang

North of the mountain is Yin, south of the mountain is Yang, Guiyang is located in the south of Guishan, so it is called Guiyang. Although Guiyang is not as prosperous as the north and the south, and is not as famous as the cities in the Central Plains or the south of the Yangtze River in history, this town in the southwest border area is just like a rising star shining on the land of Qianzhong.

Countless dreamers have come to this city, they are here to struggle, here to fight, and I am also one of them. I will use shallow words to tell my perception of this city.

First sight

From Guangzhou to Guiyang is only a four or five hour drive, in April 2018 I finished the last graduation exam of the school and then non-stop embarked on the high-speed train to Guiyang. I waited for half an hour in the crowded Guangzhou South Railway Station, and this half an hour decided the path of my life afterward.

I've been studying medicine for five years, and I'm finally giving it up.

This is the first time I've been to Guiyang, and I'm not going to use it as a transit point to get home, but to work and live in that place. I gave up the great ideal of saving lives and helping people that year, and I want to become a wonderful wordsmith instead.

After more than four hours of driving I once again to this place, get off the first feeling is to shrink the neck, April Guiyang than in April Zhuhai is more than a cool, holding a large suitcase walked out of the station, habitually use on the Cantonese to call a cab.

"Where to?"

The master asked me my destination in standard Guiyang, and it was only then that it dawned on me that I had arrived in Guizhou, and I returned in my somewhat rusty hometown dialect.

"Go to Hua Guo Yuan!"

Zunyi is not far from Guiyang, a hundred kilometers away, but in the past eighteen years of my life I have never set foot here, and then occasionally pass by but is just a transit.

We slowly fell into the traffic, all the way out of the window, there are neon street lights, there is also the wilderness of Sui-dong, traffic jam for a short while, about the end of half an hour I reached the destination of the trip.

Looking at the opulent white palace in front of me, I can not help but ring a childhood fairy tale, it is like a castle and perhaps there are princes and princesses in it, it has a loud name - "White House".

My roommate and I arranged to meet here, he is my college classmate, the same is the study of nursing, the other day he first came to this place, it is interesting to say, it is I persuade him to "rather than go to the hospital distracted by the patient, it is better to early cut off to look for another way", and I have been wavering.

We casually found some food and chat a few sentences on the end, from the university to the workplace, some things are also quietly changing.

Bewilderment

Time to come to the city has been more than a month, gradually accustomed to the nine-to-five life, daily commute on time to do some brain-burning work. In the beginning, writing copy is not as easy as it is now, and each time I write a draft, I always go back and forth and revise it dozens of times or even dozens of times. Unlike writing new media manuscripts on the Internet, the manuscripts required by the media company where I work are more oriented towards advertising scripts and narratives.

Not only did I need to polish the text, but I also needed to understand the pre-camera and post-production editing techniques, which kept me very busy, and I only slept five hours a day in the worst case scenario, getting up in the morning to study and read, and then going back to study the photography techniques in the evening. I'm like a crazy hungry wolf who can't wait to take in all the knowledge related to my work.

Whenever I dragged my tired body from work, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and I only saw the sun once a day, that is, the light of the morning, and since then, I have always been on the computer. When the neon night scene on the street and the raucous singing of the homeless singers slipped by, I realized that this is the hustle and bustle of the city. I was a little lost in the hustle and bustle of the city, and at the time I didn't really know how to blend in with the place.

Integration

With the "Asia's first real estate" said the flower orchard is crowded with all kinds of people, in this city, there are early morning dancing square dance mom, there is a night singing vagrant singer, there are dressed in a decent suit but carrying a big bag of sales staff.

Some people are selling snacks on the side of the road, some people are chasing after them, some people are selling misery and begging on the overpass, and some people are numbly burying their heads and brushing their cell phones. When Jinyin and other short video platforms came into being, the city was labeled "Netflix" label, everywhere you look at the young lady or little brother with the effect of ten times the filter or flirting with the passers-by or selfie happy, all make on the whole body drama want to share a piece of the flow of the era of the soup.

Looking up at the skyscrapers, looking down at the crowds, standing on the footbridge, the breeze always gives me some unsettling ideas, the hustle and bustle around me is out of place.

How to integrate into the city? I've asked myself more than once from the depths of my heart.

Perhaps the best way is to eat, drink and be merry.

Going to the downtown alleys to find the old "intestinal Wangmian", to eat pig's feet in Qingyan Ancient Town, to the Ten Mile River Beach sketching, to Qianling Mountain to tease the monkeys ......

Every place I went to, the city made a mark on my life, and in the deepest memories can not be touched.

With every place I go, this city puts a mark on my life, and I can't touch it in the deepest part of my memories. Fortunately, I came to this place, and I have bonded with a lot of things because of this.

Love

Mid-Autumn Festival, in the crowd raised their glasses to look at the moon, I met her, when Guiyang into the cool fall, the dead leaves into butterflies fluttering down, she picked up a piece of me to send her a photo, know each other and love each other enough.

Life is noisy with each other, but we plan for the future.

I said: "I feed you ah, writing feed you!"

She smiled sweetly and did not comment.

I found this photo from the drawer of time, which is the best gift of this city to me.

Dreams

Dreams are far and near. From one city to another, from one profession to another, what changes is the place, what remains unchanged is the heart of the persistent pursuit of dreams.

Seventeen years old gossip on the laptop through the rainy season, 20 years old gibberish on the website to write magical fantasy, 23 years old came to Guiyang writing for a living. I was thinking that this life should chase the words, I did not want to be what amazing everyone, just want to do their favorite things in the ordinary days.

Writing, traveling, sleeping, idle time game life, busy time to enrich themselves, or wish to write for a living on the road farther and farther.

City

The neon beams of high-rise buildings and the constant flow of traffic reflect the city's vitality. As a newly elevated second-tier city, Guiyang's appeal lies in its unseasonably warm weather and in the opportunities that abound.

I attend the Big Data Expo every year because of my job, and every year at the end of May I get to go in and experience the latest black tech as a member of the media. "

In the past, I've seen a lot of people who have been in the market for a long time, and I've seen a lot of people who have been in the market for a long time, and I've seen a lot of people who have been in the market for a long time.

Before Guiyang is just a tourist city, but now Guiyang has many new business cards, this small city in the southwest of West China is shining. Many people have come here to write their own legends.

Stories

The stories of the city are scattered in the streets and alleys, and every person who struggles hard, every person who works hard, every person who pursues his dream has his own story.

Some people come, some people leave, perhaps there is no life here, not the splendor of summer flowers, but there are still people come here.

I just use the sparse words to tell the past feelings, perhaps I do not fully understand the city, but I have fallen in love with the city, I will be here to create my own stories.