Most of the people of the country do not like to migrate, even in the era of famine. Most people are content to stay in their homeland and refuse to leave, preferring to live daily on the soil of Guanyin and the bark of wild vegetables for fear of losing their basic right to live and die, but there are exceptions, such as going home, which is the preference of most people.
January 12, 13 years of early morning
With a few days ago already packed but not much luggage I went to the school, the end of the last class before the Spring Festival, said goodbye to all the students, and began to go to the station to wait for the time to get on the train. The previous night's sleep was not very solid, three years have not returned, the brain has been flamboyantly flipping the appearance of hometown, unstoppable like a tsunami raging. The insomnia feeling at this time is also quite good, just some puffy eyes ......
One o'clock at noon to the station, the sky falling drizzle, the square to build a few temporary car shed, the people are crowded, black pressure, never imagined that the people living on this heron island have so much, in the blink of an eye, all sprung, the crowded, so that the people can't breathe, the people can't breathe. It is so crowded that one can hardly breathe. Waiting signs to all parts of the country are sparsely hung on the columns, red letters on a white background, but also clear, so that I quickly found the station where to go home. It seems that a lot of people are anxious to go home, in front of the two rows of "Z" long line, most of the people are lined up outside the waiting shed, let the rain shower, good thing that Xiamen's winter is not cold. Row in front of me is an uncle, thin and small but exuberant exception, picking a heavy burden how to refuse to put down, the stretcher at both ends of the huge snakeskin bag with the movement of the stretcher constantly swaying from side to side, the pendulum like the rules of uniformity, so that I had to dodge left and right, the uncle looked back a few times, seems to be surprised at my good action, grin, revealing a mouth full of burnt yellow teeth, seem very tolerant. The front of the line for a long time did not see the move, the morning took a long time to get ready for the clothes by the rain is not like a shower. Not far from the "World Trade Center" washed by the rain after the more and more fresh, after a few more eyes, this has been living in the city for four or five years of oil has produced a few points of attachment.
The entrance to the station finally opened with the ticket cutter's scolding sound, people will be released like a concentration camp poured in, the original beautiful pair of shapes all of a sudden disappeared, mixed with dialects from all over the world and the sound of running so that the crowd boiled up, different accents scolding the sound of the eardrums, so that people marveled at the Chinese language of the "vast and profound! ". I maintain a self-conscious very elegant look forward saving, smooth to the carriage. The train in front of me is obviously old, really makes people suspect that just a bunch of broken tractor's connecting body: the leather on the seat is very nonchalant turned over, revealing its yellow and black sponges, once seated there will be a little good air from the sponge and the leather gap squeezed out, let out the "puff" of the embarrassing sound. Most of the people returning home are more like movers, with large and small parcels stacked up, making the overhead racks groan with the weight of their luggage. Some of the more well-connected are exchanging posturing pleasantries with friends and family who are seeing them off, rolling their mostly white eyes and looking around with a sense of superiority. More developed appetite has been eager to open the package, the contents of which are extremely rich, melon seeds, fruit, dried meat, drink everything, casually take out a kind of will be stuffed into the mouth, apparently more exercise on weekdays, mouth muscle elasticity is very good, the degree of mouth open is very difficult for ordinary people to reach, open at the same time you can clearly see the pharynx of the thick tonsillar glands or something, it is spectacular.
To pass the time on the train has always been a headache, so I will buy a short ticket to the station and a middle-aged man accosted, the Zhang brother learned a lot of knowledge, from Yang Liwei flying to the ants under the root of his wall moving and so on everything, everything, and even President Bush's home toilet is what brand can be accurately out of the same way, chatting to the rise of the situation will be unceremoniously sat down, squeezed me into one of the side of the room, and the other is the same as the other.
These are the first time I've ever seen a person with a high school diploma, and I've never seen a person with a high school diploma.
Boredom began to look around, sitting directly across from a couple in their forties, the man is a smile on his face, the woman is happy to snuggle up next to his shoulder, a head of hair has not yet been neatly groomed in the man's brand-new suit back and forth rubbing, really let a person worry about the suit will be prematurely hairballs, I vaguely heard the two couples discuss the New Year's Eve spending in dialect, the topic seems to have a dispute, so the man raised the decibel rate, and then the man said, "I don't know what to say.
The rolling wheels and the rails of the car repeated their collision in a thousand different ways, and constantly issued a "clang clang clang" sound, the window was dark, the car has been sleeping, the man across the street holding a book of "The King of Stories" read with great interest, eyelids gradually heavy up, and finally went to sleep.
And then woke up the next day, the train has sailed into the territory of his hometown. The carriages will restore the original clamor, after dozens of hours of bumpy finally arrived at the G station. I think: a small carriage is a I saw the "teahouse", a frame of working people back to their hometowns in miniature. Being from a commoner's background and living in another country, I had a lot of feelings and thoughts in my heart. Once every three years, the journey home is worth commemorating, but I do not know how obscure my own writing, lest I forget, so I remember.