Four-Day Random Thoughts Prose in Chongqing

At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and I really fell asleep in my dream. The long-lost alarm bell sounded particularly loud, and I was nervous for a while. Stumbled out of bed and headed for the living room. Clothes, scarves, coats and shoes put away the night before. A few minutes later I opened the door and rushed out. But really, as usual, I got off the elevator and thought I didn't bring my cell phone. I went back upstairs, whirled in and out quickly, and went straight to the darkness before dawn. . . . . .

At 5 o'clock 15, the street was quiet, no one and no cars. I dragged my suitcase and wandered freely in the middle of the street. Ah! Early spring breath, early spring chill, early spring mood.

Chongqing is the place where I stayed for some time thirty years ago. During the periods of 1984 and 1985, the editorial department of Furniture and Life in Xi 'an and the editorial department of Wood Industry in Beijing jointly held several national furniture and wood industry seminars and knowledge updating courses. One of them was held in Chongqing.

I was the editor-in-chief of the editorial department and the secretary of the editor-in-chief. I am the busiest person at every meeting, not because I am important, but because I am a workaholic. Coupled with the fiery personality of a summer, it is more important to hold this series of seminars frequently, which of course becomes my food opportunity. Now it can be called "eating goods". It was called "gluttony" at that time. I still prefer bookish words, but I can't name them. " . . Home "

Chongqing Jie Fangbei Longwonton soup beef jerky beef strip hot pot, each name is a string of memories. . . . . .

Suddenly a taxi flashed by and got angry (where to go? ) I suddenly returned to the darkness of reality. Get on the bus quickly and rush to the airport bus on the deserted street like a racing car. How cool! !

Yes! The map is cheap, 190 yuan bought a plane ticket at 8: 00 a.m. 10. I got on the bus to the airport and fell asleep. Beyond my imagination, I ran the usual 1 hour distance in 35 minutes and arrived at the airport before I slept well. Boarding the plane through the security gate, we will arrive at Chongqing Jiangbei International Airport in one hour and twenty-five minutes.

Here we are! Get off the plane early in the morning after the rainy spring rain, get off the ladder and take the ferry car and then go up the ladder. I woke up at once, my steps were much lighter, and my heart almost cheered.

Airport Delong wonton

At 9: 35, it happens to be my usual time to have breakfast. Stepping out of the airport and arriving at the lobby, I saw a sign of the dragon manuscript. Although I also know that things may not be beautiful and the price is not cheap, how can I stand wonton that I ate more than 30 breakfasts in a row 30 years ago? Still no soul, the tie stepped into this shop.

Otherwise, you will be unhappy as soon as you enter the store. Seven or eight waiters in the store stood in different postures, but they were all in a lazy state, almost yelling at the visitors, making us look in a mess even when we were already carrying bags and suitcases, and even walked to the table with the number plate on the table. Without the feeling of dragon, the guest feels like the assistant of the waiter. Hey! A blow.

Forget it! After all, I arrived too early to get close, and people haven't woken up yet!

I don't expect to be a god, but I don't want to be an assistant to a copy shop attendant on the trip! If you sell a copy of 26 yuan, you should have a basic service worth the price, right?

Ci Kou Qi

It's no accident to spend seven dollars from the airport to downtown, or from Jiangbei International Airport to ciqikou ancient town. Although it took me an hour and forty minutes to walk the distance by light rail, I still feel very happy and relaxed.

The bustling Ciqikou Street is filled with a strong smell of mala Tang and braised pork, mixed with the unique smell of stinky tofu from time to time, and suddenly has an appetite. What a delicious food area this is! Half a loaf of bread on the plane and a bowl of red oil wonton soup at the airport can't resist the aroma curling up, stifling your nose, and it's easy to evoke greedy insects hidden in your stomach or brain. Cheeks also cooperate with the secretion of some light acid water. I ordered noodles, ate Mao Wangxue, and carried some snacks and small plastic bags in my hand. Great satisfaction.

From the main street to the Long Yin Gate and the pier, people ate, chewed and took photos all the way, and were not idle at all. Inside and outside the restaurant, hawking is endless.

Finally, I couldn't help recording everything in front of me with a pen and camera. I chose the cafe in front of Long Yin, sat on the high bar stool and turned on the computer.

Night arrival drove away the figure and blocked the sound. It's still a porcelain mouth, but it's as quiet as people have all evacuated.

Night in Shapingba Three Gorges Square

I have never associated Shapingba, a word associated with the Red Revolution, with the modern square.

But in front of me, it is a cross-border connection, which makes me dizzy.

Don't want to say more, put some photos.

chaotianmen wharf

A 503 bus at Ciqikou took me to Chaotianmen Square.

First, the opening of Jialing River brought me to a different space. My horizons have broadened a lot at once. The wide river is calm, the gloomy sky and the color of water are combined into one, and everything around it is diluted and looks endless. Ships moored on the hazy river and floating boards leading to the shore swayed slightly, and thin ripples reflected a ray of light. The towering buildings on the other side of the river are reflected on the river, which makes the river more messy and destroys the natural lines of the calm water surface.

Walking along the river, I saw the place where the two rivers meet. On the edge of Jialing River is a Yangtze River. A passenger ship greeted the boarding passengers with cheers. And I also climbed the "Qingfeng" with everyone, hoping to enjoy the scenery of the two rivers and sort out the memories of coming to Chongqing 30 years ago.

River boats retreat smoothly on both sides of the river, and passenger ships, dredging boats, garbage boats and lifeboats stop on the shore. But don't worry. The banks of the river are also oppressed by high-rise buildings, and the reflections on the water surface of the river are messy and overlapping, which makes people feel at a loss and nervous.

I got off the boat in a panic. It is not the flood of tourists, but the rush of people, just like the ferry rushing to work. Stepping up the stairs, a small train track winds in front of lush trees and grasslands, greatly buffering the atmosphere and regaining the slow pace.

I took a teahouse by the river, and the sound became louder and louder. I leaned against the railing, overlooking the Yangtze River, and the breeze brushed my face, which was very comfortable. Revisiting Chongqing in spring, the wind is clear and the clouds are far away. Spicy and delicious, the streets are full of memories. Sigh that the world has changed dramatically day by day, remembering blowing in the wind. . . . . .

Jie Fangbei Square is a dream.

The dream is broken, and only photos are used to pay homage.

Indulge in the piano sound

Close your eyes and indulge in the sound of piano. The beard is white and elegant, and the piano sounds romantic. A cup of tea opposite, but drunk others.

This person is Li Zheng.

grass

waitingforyouforsolong

Homesick song

Katyusha

Butterfly Lovers

A slightly slim and artistic figure is associated with hard-working drivers who run long distances. But one thing is similar: weather-beaten, cheerful and talkative.

An optimistic attitude towards life is not all he has. There is a faint melancholy between the eyebrows and eyes. The most repeated words are "I am very happy". But that trace of melancholy has been hidden in my eyes for a long time.

Invited him to have a cup of tea, and he readily accepted. He raised the bow of the violin in one hand and took off his hat in the other. The next day he invited me to dinner again, and I readily agreed. In the conversation, I learned about his simple life experience, which is a matter of life and death. He broke his arm and spine, lying alone in the shallow snow in Yunnan, taking deep breaths again and again, struggling alone. . . . . . Being alive again actually made him happier, or wanted to be happier. Driving, music everywhere. Make a living by yourself and play music to passers-by.

I have rented a small house in ciqikou ancient town at present. Every morning at one end of the street and at the other end of the street at night. Stand for ten hours and play the piano without rest. Light or heavy or slow or sick or happy or lyrical, people are also intoxicated with music and memories of their own lives. A 62-year life may take a lot of time to remember before it grows old. But there is music and happiness.