For Hong Kong, it is sentimental. I love Hong Kong.

This knot is rooted in the age when I was born.

In the 1990s, Hong Kong was full of stars, and its cultural output reached its peak. Looking at the whole of Asia, no one can compare with Hong Kong at that time. The entertainment circle in Hong Kong is like Victoria Harbour. It is busy day and night. It is all-encompassing and absorbs the essence of different cultures around the world. The influence of British colonization continued to permeate, people's lives were orderly, their spiritual pursuits were more abundant, and Hong Kong's cultural and entertainment circles blossomed.

After all these booms, there was an undercurrent of eschatological panic in 1997. Everyone is eager to catch the last scattered feather in the sky before that moment comes. Everyone is the thief king in Catch the Wind with One Tree, and they all want to have a good time before the storm comes. Therefore, popular culture in Hong Kong reached its peak in those years.

I grew up in that golden age.

All my impressions of Hong Kong originated from my father's disc rental store.

Farther away, many memories of the post-80s generation are squatting in a dark room and watching videos of Hong Kong together. When I came here, every Friday, my father would bring home a stack of VCD discs wrapped in orange shells. So I have been immersed in the Hong Kong film world dubbed in Mandarin since I was three years old. From Wulongyuan to Stephen Chow, from being a hero to loving undercover. Those slightly vulgar and spoof Hong Kong-style jokes can make fun of me at will.

Hong Kong movies occupied most of my childhood. I remember Biddy Sheran's flawless appearance, the image of Jacky Cheung killing Matt with a broom head, Michelle monique Rice's glimpse on a motorcycle, and Jordan chan's friendship day with a group of brothers in the background.

Although at that age, I only knew how to sit on my father's lap and smile at the characters on TV, somewhere in my heart, there is a place that has been "ruled by the land". It's very different from the small world I know. That place is a combination of Chinese and western, with high-rise buildings, tall and handsome police and heroic gangs.

When I was a little older, I became addicted to watching TVB TV series. I know Hong Kong better. Now that I think about it, I think many good parts of my personality are shaped by Hong Kong films.

The image of ordinary citizens portrayed in TVB is usually very enlightened and pleasant. When a family sits around chatting, there are always old terrier and endless side stoves. I'm glad that I came into contact with many Hong Kong movies during the period when I was confused and not fully civilized. Although the elite culture of Hong Kong people has suppressed them in reality, I have to sigh that it is difficult to eat. But in the TV series, the ups and downs of little people's lives in the changing times are nothing more than one sentence: well, being a man, the most important thing is to be happy.

And the professional ethics and legal spirit repeatedly emphasized by Hong Kong film and television dramas. These hazy concepts have been buried in my mind for a long time, waiting for the future life experience to irrigate and grow into a complete and solid cognitive framework.

Up to now, I have been to Hong Kong eight times, and each time I have a completely different new feeling.

Because there are a lot of music, movies and TV plays with reference assistance, I can easily feel the impact of a place. From the beginning of customs clearance, I will automatically switch to the world of "ID elite", observe the behavior and expression of everyone around me who is preparing for customs clearance, and gradually tie up with the TV drama bridge.

When you take the subway, you will be inexplicably excited when you hear the name of the station: "Next stop, Tianhou". Thinking of Asa's firm eyes in the movie, I couldn't help but take out my mobile phone and take a road map.

Whether there is Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui, whether Causeway Bay will meet Chen Haonan, the meaningful days and nights in Tin Shui Wai, and the modern aesthetics in Wong Kar-wai are all outlined by me with my own memory brush. Looking forward to its collapse, reconstruction and fresh sea breeze.

I went to Hong Kong for the first time in the sixth grade. Surprisingly, I didn't feel strange and alienated because I didn't know a word of Cantonese. It is so familiar, every street corner and street sign is like a waking cell, and Cantonese sounds like a song. Wandering in the street, it seems that everyone can magically foresee the next intersection 7- 1 1.

I greedily swallowed every breath of air in this city, and my eyes caught the beautiful lines of every reinforced building. This is my first close contact with the place I once dreamed of. The indescribable excitement and powerful impact stick together, just like the humid weather in Hong Kong all the year round, which I always remember.

Mr. a, who is patrolling the street, stopped us to check our passes. After the inspection, he asked us why we came to Hong Kong in broken Mandarin. We laughed and said that we were lost. After describing where we lived, we followed two Mr. Shuai Shuai to find the way back to the hotel. Many years later, I saw the Xue Jing police on TV. When I saw the little police with the number SGT39270, my heart would be warm.

I can't tell you what's so special about Hong Kong, but it's different from all the places I've been before. This is how I felt when I first went to Hong Kong.

The second time I went to Hong Kong, I was already a prospective freshman who had finished my senior three exams. I have been to more big cities in China one after another, and I haven't set foot here for six years. I always feel that Hong Kong has the feeling of "love". However, when we crossed the border from Futian Port and the mechanical "no" sounded repeatedly in my ears, I actually felt that kind of familiarity was found back.

The city has not changed, and it is still like a colorful Rubik's cube. Being in it, the feeling of being lost will not make you panic. Uniform leather shoes are printed on the yellow zebra crossing, and tinkling cars peacefully cross the water stains on the ground. The old and the new are skillfully combined, and the neon of the city is gentle and sexy.

I prefer the old billboards in Hong Kong, where layers of contrasting colors are spliced together, subtly interweaving a complex sense of the times. From the West Ring Road to Causeway Bay, there are mixed elements such as commerce, residence, office building, small factory, leisure and entertainment area, Chinese style, western style, elegance, marketplace, colony, Bohemia, modernity, postmodernism, COSCO and Lingnan. Every element is unique, and new things are skillfully added and vividly blended into new colors.

Will it be easy to meet stars in Hong Kong? I can answer irresponsibly, absolutely. I watched a performance in Ocean Park, and then I caught a glimpse of Dicky Cheung. Excited to hold the hand of his little friend and say, Look, look, that's Dicky Cheung! My friend's eyes narrowed into a crack, saying it wouldn't be so clever, would it? Are you sure? I opened my eyes again, nodded and said, don't say Dicky Cheung, I'm sure his wife Jess Zhang!

If we only saw the dazzling prosperity of Hong Kong before, then the second year of high school went to Hong Kong to compete (alas, the fate of Chinese in Hong Kong was there at that time), which really touched the pulse of the bottom of Hong Kong.

Our group lives in North Point. At four or five o'clock, you can see that the uncle who sells vegetables is busy with a big belly. They put the booths neatly and grinned at passers-by. Housewives tiptoe and pull their skirts through the puddles left in the market, and occasionally the water dripping from their heads makes them scream again and again. Every night after class, we have to cross this market to get back to our place. Every time I stare at the big "cherry" sign, the roast duck hanging in the window, and the clouds rising from wonton noodles.

I especially like the "pig cage in the city" in Kung Fu. Although Master Xing specially added the elements of Shanghai beach because of the co-production elements, in my heart, I am paranoid that that is the true face of Hong Kong. A group of people crowded on one side of the land, but there were endless fireworks.

I participated in similar exchange activities during the summer vacation of 20 15. I clearly remember the sharing meeting on the first night. Many students who came to Hong Kong for the first time shared their views on Hong Kong. Opinions vary, but on the whole, Hong Kong is experiencing a recession, no matter what.

I listened to their sharing quietly, and then I said with personal feelings: I like Hong Kong, definitely not just because of Cantonese songs, Hong Kong movies, steamed buns, steamed dumplings and Shawn Yue and Daniel Wu. More is the spirit of Lion Rock of Hong Kong people. They let me see the life that is struggling vigorously for my own life. In this place, you can smell possibilities everywhere. The top has the pursuit of the top, and the bottom has the living method of the bottom. A city has both the splendor of Central and the simplicity of Yau Ma Tei. Everyone runs in a safe and orderly social system. Obviously they are tiny screws, but you think they are indispensable. Everyone makes this society more complete and better. A small place with a population of more than 7 million has exported so many excellent and classic cultures. Hong Kong has done a lot.

Hong Kong people waiting for the ferry just need time to wait. They are still observing the ships coming and going and patiently choosing the most suitable captain.

The fate with Hong Kong seems to have deepened because of a Hong Kong boyfriend.

Mid-levels escalator, Star Ferry, Victoria Harbour, Ferris wheel in Central, Peak. We punch in these romantic places one by one. Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the whole city, there are three-dimensional lights in front of you. The Bank of China Tower is even more dazzling in the dark, but I obviously feel that the city is embracing every stranger.

Glory is not yours, but you will still be fascinated.

Writing here, my mood surged again, and the long-lost Hong Kong complex was awakened by words.

Getting an offer in Hong Kong Chinese means that in the second half of the year, you can finally study and live in Hong Kong like a local.

Sham Shui Po can eat sugar water, and Mong Kok can eat fish eggs.

Make a list, make a list, want to learn Cantonese, and go to TVB to film.

Coupled with the ups and downs of GDP, the escalation of hidden contradictions, sobbing in the corner, and the blood after the bubble burst.

I want to read it all.

Then, use it to relive the old dream and say, why not start from scratch?