An essay

The plane roared and floated, and the mysterious fighters in Gobi, desert, airport and airport flashed by. Soon we will enter the stratosphere and the cabin will be very quiet. Some people fall asleep soon. Of course, it can't be a real dream. There are many people sleeping. If we say dreams, we should also start with the jumping iron birds. "Kun Peng spread his wings nine times in Wan Li, shouldering three thousand ..." Speaking of dreams, Zhuangzi's dream never came, and his dream accurately predicted the direction of human progress after thousands of years. Who says dreams are illusory? I'm afraid no one dares to doubt that there is a world where there is a dream. As for our dreams now, of course, we can't compare with the ancients. I'm just curious, why can Zhuangzi make such extraordinary predictions in such a living environment? What evidence did he have, what inspiration he got, and how to record it in limited words, and stayed. It seems that many things in the world are beyond our understanding, and only reality tells us that they are true and correct.

Looking out through the girl's arm by the window, mountains, rivers and fields and roads all flashed in an instant. Just like life, just like time, there is no way to stay. Soon, the sky in Beijing appeared. After a long period of grief, the plane landed safely. As for why you are sad, anyone who knows about the Malaysia Airlines accident will understand. When I was still in the waiting room, I heard someone say: If I wasn't so nervous, if the train ticket was not easy to buy, I wouldn't fly. They spoke my mind.

Standing on the ground of Beijing, a gust of wind came. I can't tell the direction of the breeze, because I still can't tell the direction I am facing. In my opinion, although the wind is strong, it is also good. Because before I came, my psychological preparation was to taste the smog in Beijing. There are all kinds of rumors and jokes about the smog in Beijing. But no matter how funny the joke is, it can't reduce my fear once or twice. I didn't expect the wind to come, but it was still strong. In my opinion, that's the general wind. It was a strong wind for Beijingers. They also joke about the wind. For example, one person said on WeChat that the wind in Beijing was so strong that all Chinese characters were blown into Japanese: "Hello ladies" and so on. It can be seen that the people of the capital are humorous and witty. They can find happiness in our normal life and live happily in the foggy air. The advantage of the oncoming wind is to blow away the accumulated smog and prevent it from projecting into my heart. To tell you the truth, the smog in Beijing has made my affection for Beijing drop a lot, and I didn't regain my confidence in Beijing until I met the wind.

Just before and after the Lantern Festival, I just saw the bright moon in Beijing. I ate Yuanxiao the day before, and I ate Yuanxiao again at Xifeng's house on the Lantern Festival. Although the level of making Yuanxiao is really flattering, I took a bite of the stuffing and said it was delicious. On the way back to the hotel, I hid from the residents standing in front of the intersection, fireworks and firecrackers, thinking it was in the northwest urban and rural areas. It is said on TV that this is the last day of setting off fireworks and firecrackers during the Spring Festival. It's a pity to think that the firecrackers hung at home are still cold there.

After staying in Beijing for a few days, I was deeply impressed by the budding trees. Whether it's a tall branch that has begun to swell at the door, or a roadside trying to open beautiful magnolia buds, or a silk tapestry that spits out green willows. Of course, what is more profound than them is Lao Xu who came to see me by bike-a person I respected very much more than 30 years ago, and her former colleague Feng Jie. While listening to them looking back and telling stories about the past, I also accompanied them back to those passionate years. A phone call opened Lao Xu's chatterbox. I heard that I was in Beijing with Xifeng. Yang Jie, who stayed in Beijing for more than ten years, was very excited and said, why are you so good?

That gust of wind stayed with me until I left Beijing. Sitting on the high-speed train to Taiyuan, I saw on TV that Beijing will usher in another serious smog. This makes me very fortunate and worried. I know my fears are unreasonable. In China, people want to squeeze into the sea of people in Beijing. Few people want to leave Beijing's high welfare and go to the beautiful scenery of southwest and northeast.

Taiyuan gradually appeared in a field of vision that made me feel very general.

High-speed rail has won people's love for its speed. It takes less than 3 hours from Beijing West to Taiyuan South, which makes it convenient for people to go wherever they want. Although it is not as fast as a plane, it may be faster and more economical if the time of flying and traveling from the airport to the destination is omitted. The locomotives starting from the sunshine in Beijing are shining, and the good times will not last long. They didn't go far before they got caught in fog and haze. The visibility outside the window is best at 100 meters. Some places are closer, and cities, villages, fields and buildings are all in a haze. I know that the train passes through Taihang Mountain in the direction of Baoding and Shijiazhuang, which really makes me feel distressed. Out of the smog, Shijiazhuang has passed, and the place near Taihang is the mountains along the well in Hebei. In addition to smog, there are unsightly and fragmented peaks. Large half-pulled mountains stand there like beggars without clothes, which makes people feel sad and sad. There are some tanks here, there are some chimneys there, and there are gray smoke and pollution everywhere. The scene here fully confirms the reports of disorderly and destructive development seen in the media. Fortunately, it's only a moment, and I won't live here for long.

Through the continuous hole, when the sun is no longer obviously blocked, this is the ground of Shanxi. There are crop stubble on the high slope and soil seedlings in the gully. I thought of Chen Yonggui and Guo Fenglian, their spirit of Da Zhai. Indeed, in this environment, it is impossible to win a bumper harvest in agriculture and improve people's lives without a certain spirit. Taiyuan will arrive soon, the smog will be gently shrouded in front of us again, and the afternoon sunshine will no longer be so clear.

Taiyuan gave me the impression that it was super bad at first, because I walked several stops south along Wuyi Road that night before I reached Yingze Road, and the roadside and road surface were not very decent. Outsiders' impressions of a place mostly come from their feelings about public facilities, especially roads, rather than their understanding of people's lives. There are some old houses and some irregular buildings on the roadside. My first impression at that time was that the level of this city was similar to that of a county in the midwest, or it was not so exquisite. The next day, I asked the restaurant waiter, what places can outsiders see in Taiyuan? They all said in unison: There is nothing to see, Taiyuan, that's all. This makes me a little disappointed. Because I have two days' leisure time, it's my first time to come to Taiyuan. I have to see something and take something back! It's better to have someone than a mobile phone. Open WeChat to visit some scenic spots in Taiyuan. First I saw Jinci, then Fenhe and some city parks. So I decided to visit Jinci once. After lunch, I reversed the car and took a bus. I had a class on Fenshui culture and history in Taiyuan. I'm glad you came.

The next day, I walked more than half of Taiyuan, crossed Longtan Park from the northwest and reached Fenhe River. I like walking, because I can meet many unexpected things on the road. For example, those street names are impossible to see on buses or taxis. "South Xiao Qiang, North Xiao Qiang" and "Liuxiang" can all be associated with one or several idioms or allusions. It may not be true, but there must be a story. Another example is passing by an ancient building, the City God Temple, "Fusui Jin Quan (I don't know whether to look from the back or from the front, just understand it)", which is very interesting. It's also interesting to pass by those vegetable department stores and free markets, ask about the price and look at the goods. Knowing a city, these are the most vivid contents.

Fenhe River flows slowly from north to south very calmly. The main river is surrounded by rubber dams, and the water surface is calm and clear. On the west side of the auxiliary river, a torrent billows, telling me that this famous tributary of the Yellow River is still alive. Water is the foundation of the city. Generally speaking, a city must rely on a river, and cities without rivers are basically below the county seat.

At the beginning of March, Taiyuan was still in the season of winter and spring competition. It's warm at noon and cold in the morning and evening. When I came back that morning, the forecast was MINUS 8 degrees. I went out to work against the cold wind and felt that winter was back. It is not green to see the willows sprouting in the park. On the morning when the train arrived in Xi 'an, on the way home, I saw the green fields swaying outside the window. I just know that the north of Beijing and Taiyuan, as well as the north of our home, are the real north, because they are still in a gray and pale color.

It seems that everything has passed in an instant, and nearly 10 days have passed with a whimper. When I got home at noon, the sky was clear and the sun was too warm to move away. Only then did I know that the smell of "it's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's difficult to go out for a while" is contained in this comfortable air and the window where I can see my home.

20XX March 12