Because I knew early on that the day would come when I would move out, I didn't have much to be sad about. Before I left, I wanted to eat all my favorite foods in the neighborhood a few more times, but I found that my favorite breakfast stand selling peanut candy buns at the back door of the neighborhood had disappeared before I moved out, and I couldn't help but feel a faint sense of loss in my heart.
part 1
The place where I used to live is one stop further, a fitness park where I used to run. The girl next door to me would occasionally see me getting ready to go out for a run or coming back from a run, and would say to me, "I really admire you, I wouldn't have been able to go running by myself." She asked me if I would be scared to be alone and if I would feel lonely. I smiled but didn't say anything.
For me, I wasn't alone from the moment I walked to that tiny park. There are big women who dance every night in several teams, older grandparents chatting as they walk, young parents pushing strollers, and children laughing and playing. On weekend afternoons there are elementary school children at soccer practice, self-organized volleyball teams playing volleyball, and the occasional middle-aged men piling up to play shuttlecock.
When I was running, sometimes I would stop because of the small toddler in front of me, sometimes I would almost run into a rushing teenager, sometimes I would slow down to follow the parents pushing the stroller, sometimes I would look a little more closely at the grandparents who were walking next to me holding hands together, and sometimes I would secretly fight with those who were running with me to overtake them. Often, I run and feel that inside this small park, I see the journey of people from birth to adulthood to maturity to old age, and someday I will take my own children for a walk, and when I am old I will also take a walk hand in hand with my loved ones.
Whenever I go for a run, there is a middle-aged man who fixes a place to jump rope, do flat support and push-ups every time. There was an old man holding an ancient tape recorder playing red songs at a brisk walk, and I could hear songs such as "Beijing's Golden Mountain" and "Nanniwan" every time I ran past him. There were a few very familiar backdrops that I often saw while running.
For me, I am not running alone, everyone in this park is with me. When I can't run, I look at those grandparents, cheer themselves up, to insist, insist, insist again; when I'm depressed, go to the park to run, look at the runway chasing and playing teenagers and toddlers, the heart can be clear, pack up the mood to face life again; when I feel that what I'm doing now can't see the hope, I don't know whether to stick with it, I go to run, look at the park to run, look at the park to run, I don't know whether to stick with it, I don't know whether to stick with it. When I feel that I do not see any hope in what I am doing now and do not know if I want to keep going, I go for a run, and every time I go there, I see middle-aged men jumping rope and doing planks, and old grandpas with tape recorders playing red songs, and then I have the motivation to keep going again. Many times, I am very grateful to these people who I have never met before, they are in the park, for me is a special presence, so that I have the courage to be able to run alone without feeling afraid, so that I can run in that small playground lap after lap without feeling lonely.
part 2
There are two breakfast stalls near the bus stop, and I used to buy breakfast from the aunt on the left. I've been there so many times that I haven't said a few words to the auntie selling breakfast, but every morning when I walk over there, the auntie will take what I usually buy and ask me, "Is it the same as yesterday?" or "Do you want more of those sticky rice buns? " . Sometimes when I'm a little late, the aunt will tell me that that one is sold out today, so let's get something else.
Every morning while waiting for the bus, I would come across a girl who was on the same bus as me, only she got off earlier than me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. Sometimes, I will come back to the car also ran into her, she got on the site, after coming up, basically no position to sit.
Behind the bus stop, there are rows and rows of stores. I often go to the fruit store, I sell vegetables every day, there are two or three months may only appear to sell Zhangpu meatballs handsome, there are every day in the sale of soil bamboo shoots jelly will also be sent to the very refreshing pickled carrots aunt, there are every day after work back to the door of the marinade will be a long queue of stores.
After I moved away, I sometimes wondered if the auntie who sold breakfast would be wondering why I didn't go to buy breakfast anymore. The idea of saying goodbye to my aunt when the time comes kept coming to my mind, just to say: I'm moving away, I won't come to buy breakfast anymore. But in the end, I forgot. Maybe it's not so bad, not too many words when we met, and no need when we left.
part 3
In my life, there are not too many people and things, I do not like too many people and things. There are a lot of things that I like to do alone, and a lot of people think that being alone, means being lonely, scared, and afraid. But, for me, it is not so.
When I go for a run, there are people in the park who work out as much as I do, I'm not alone; when I'm waiting for the bus every day, there are people who sit on the same bus as me to go to work, and when I'm drowsy sitting in the car going back, there is a person with the same destination as me in the car as well, I'm not alone; when I'm walking back alone after a midnight movie breaks up, I just have to step up my pace to catch up to the couples ahead of me, and keep a certain distance behind them. I'm not alone; I'm not alone when I'm shopping for groceries and someone is haggling with the vendor; I'm not alone; I'm not alone when I'm on a train and I'm surrounded by people with the same destination as me.
Previously, I lived on the 11th floor, close to the side of the road. Many nights, I stood by the window, looking at the city of lights, thinking that in the corners of the city, there are people like me, confused about the future, working hard for the future, worrying about the trivialities of life, and then I was able to calm down in my heart.
When I do a lot of things, although I am alone, I know that there are people in this city who are doing the same things as me, and maybe experiencing the same difficulties; TA may be in a place not far from me, or in a place where I have to cross the whole city to reach; or even maybe not in the same city with me, or maybe just the information that I see in books or on the Internet. But none of this matters, as long as I know that there are people like me, I won't be alone and I won't be so afraid anymore, even though we don't know each other.
Thank you for the life of the encountered and will encounter each person stranger, in your unawareness, warmed the lives of others, for me to bring courage and strength.