Also fruit "fly close to the earth"

In retrospect, you can find your destination among a bunch of place names at a glance. I know I swept across the country in an instant. Those areas where history and scenery are intertwined are infected with the journey paved with vegetation and dialects. Those hard-to-identify shapes are coming. I don't know if everyone needs a long enough trip. Kunming. The farthest place I can reach in my life is the scenery of life. The distance is blurred instantly, stopping daily life and pulling new tentacles. From here to there, the distance begins to approach the dream.

Compared with the yearning heart, the arrival of sight needs a practical way. Eyes are arrows. If you combine a trip with the number of trains. The starting point is also very eye-catching When I boarded the G285 high-speed EMU train from Jinan to Kunming, I knew that I would be a flash of white lightning in others' eyes. The uniform gave me another identity and made me hesitate between being a special passenger and sneaking around. One thing is certain, this journey lasts 14 hour, which is the longest line in Jinan passenger transport section, with a total length of more than 2,700 kilometers. 20 17 1.5 opened. It will run for two weeks from 65438+1October 18.

Green train

Yes, it's a green car. It has served as the memory of several generations without any suspense and has been used up. Very long. As far as the eye can see. The train has been described by many people over and over again, but the content is not clear at the moment. Is it because it is long? Everyone tries to find a story about the train. And the train has been running, chasing the lost and future time.

The moving train held its head high and made a long hiss. The sound is shocking, stirring the surrounding air and pouring it into every open ear. Then, the long carriage began to have a rhythmic rhythm. This is a ceremony to gain the attention of every projection. The train is running. Through cities, villages and fields. The road ahead points the way. At the moment, the train belongs to the distance. Everyone has been eager to go far away, but the pace can't keep up with Mercedes-Benz.

The train is long and the railway is longer. The road originally measured by footsteps extends on long rails. Iron naturally emits light, and its strength can stand the test of any way. Some stories are like sleepers, sleeping on the rails and breathing separately. Those days have fallen, and they can't be driven away. Some people are willing to sit on the rails and take photos, as if life can capture any fragment from the length behind them. Sit down, no matter where the railway extends, it is far behind. Enthusiasm meets iron, and only oneself can hear the collision. Quietly waiting for the train to arrive. A place where no train passes by is unattractive. Body and tracks, reality and ideals, spread emotions everywhere, and only trains can take them away.

Collapse! Collapse! The voice sounds as if it had been forgotten. It's like an old friend who thought he was forgotten, but was bitten by memories, just like a tightly connected carriage. The color of the train is mottled. Unconsciously, old green colors and heavy windows are trying to get close to distant memories. Time falls on the green leather car. Those memories are swaying, riding the train. The hard seat with mottled leather, the passengers dangling from the hard seat, and the ears are full of the sound of hair collision. Even in the past few years, this is still the case. The rest of the time is very crowded, even without a hard seat, standing in the car trembling.

Trains are frozen time. Heavy windows. A man who fell headlong from a pushing window. Tea eggs have a strong flavor. Boiling crowds, vague faces, sitting face to face, only separated from strangers. Even if the memory is dyed in black and white, you can feel the background color of the green husk. In the carriage, speed is a word without power. The train looks like a behemoth that passed on time from the timetable, like a hurricane, and it looks brave from a distance. Sharp knife, no one's watching across the soft abdomen, jumped into the air again and turned into a group of black birds hovering in the air.

Qian Miao and her friends.

Unlike ordinary trains. Qian Miao and her friends are in the high-speed train EMU. Bullet trains are white, and their uniforms are red. Qian Miao, who entered the era of bullet trains, was already familiar with the rhythm of lightning. From dawn to dusk, she experienced the intimacy of speed and time. The distance is far again. Two weeks ago, the destination of the G285 high-speed EMU train was Guiyang, and now it is Kunming.

Qian Miao, a native of Xuzhou, graduated from Jinan University majoring in tourism management. As the train conductor of G285 high-speed EMU, she provides services for one of the trains-No.9 to 16. Long before the train was ready to go, Qian Miao and her friends had assembled, crossed the empty waiting hall, crossed a special passage and left at the attention ceremony of the passengers. Walking together is the same suitcase and the back of winter. The scenery in others' eyes is just a routine work trip. The train departs from Jinan Station at 8: 14 and arrives in Kunming at 22: 14. /kloc-Wipe the soles of feet for 0/4 hours. Qian Miao never counted how many stops she passed. She hasn't had a chance to visit Kunming yet. Just passing by Xuzhou Station, I couldn't help looking out of the window. Waiting for the train, the train stops in Xuzhou for the longest time.

After Xuzhou, the train turned around and the No.9 car became the front row. Qian Miao began to remind passengers to turn their seats. 65438+1October 13 to February 2 1 is the 40-day peak in Spring Festival travel rush. Judging from this train, it seems that it has not yet entered the state. When this sentence came out, Qian Miao explained that few people walked the whole distance, and the farther south, the more passengers there were. Especially after Hunan. When Qian Miao opens his mouth, a smile naturally hangs on his face. Her words are gentle and make people feel comfortable from the heart. As a train conductor, Qian Miao has been walking on wheels in the carriage, tidying up the luggage rack, straightening the pillow towel on the seat, or reminding passengers of matters needing attention.

Driving on the Zhengzhou-Xuzhou high-speed railway section of the Longhai Line, Ding Yiyuan seriously said that he often couldn't tell the direction. The conductor said it was going west. Unlike Qian Miao's composure, Ding Yiyuan likes to laugh. Ding Yiyuan, who smiled innocently, said, "We are all women". Ding Yiyuan is a Jinan girl who graduated from Shandong Institute of Physical Education. When standing side by side with Qian Miao, she looks like a sister.

The horn sounded. Ding Yiyuan quickly walked out of the door, gave a cry and got on the bus. It only stopped at Shangqiu Station for two minutes. The man who is a heavy smoker is getting off the bus and walking to the door to touch the cigarette. Ding Yiyuan stopped him. When a passenger asked "When will we arrive in Xu Changdong", Ding Yiyuan replied "12: 22". Someone rushed to ask about the location of car no.6. When I met an off-duty policeman, he was very Tan Xing. He told Xiaoding that he slept for more than four hours yesterday. He ate some frozen meat, pickles, lotus roots, salted eggs, drank some white wine and forced himself to eat a steamed bread in the evening. He didn't fall asleep from ten to three in the evening. I only slept for two hours on the first day and forgot to turn off the electric mattress. The bed is still hot. The waiter in the restaurant will take the box lunch to another carriage. Ding Yiyuan said to the intercom, "Sasha, let the dining car take their food."

Most business class flights are short trips. A young couple who returned to Yongcheng, Henan Province from Wuxi, Jiangsu Province, surnamed Yao and Zhang. Both of them worked in Wuxi for six or seven years. Xiaoyao is clever and considerate. He said he would go to Spring Festival travel rush soon, but he didn't get a ticket fifty days in advance. I spent the Spring Festival in Wuxi last year and returned to Henan this year. Xiao Zhang's accent obviously smells of Wuxi. She began to bask in her circle of friends, which attracted envy: where did she go by plane? The cabin is really luxurious. She turned her head and told Xiaoyao excitedly that business class was much more spacious than cabin. The two ladies who got on the bus together are colleagues, one of whom is from Hunan and works in Nanjing. The two first drove to Xuzhou and then ran to Lankao. It is also her first time to fly business class, and she feels more comfortable than a plane. The ticket to go home was bought one month in advance.

"The train is going east, and the next stop is Zhengzhou. Dear friends, please save water and don't pour the remaining tea roots into the pool, so as not to block up and affect the use. Passengers who have gone through the formalities of ticket replacement, please go to car 5 of 13 or contact the flight attendant. Welcome to G285 high-speed train EMU. " 1 1: 42, a soft voice whispered in everyone's ear.

"The bus from 285 to 12 is coming."

"Do you want cold water or boiled water?"

"Which car are you from? Look at your ticket. "

"Zhengzhou Station is just in front of the train running direction. I wish you a pleasant journey. "

Waiting at Xiaogan North Station. The man who had been preparing for a cigarette addiction almost jumped out of the car. Seeing him again, Ding Yiyuan smiled. "Beauty, stop 17 minutes. You can go down this time. " Ding Yiyuan is in charge of the 9 to 12 cars on this train. A companion was recalled by the unit and got off halfway. Another person transferred from the trunk to the front row, and there were fewer people here. Standing for a long time, the waist can't stand it, but you must persist. Ding Yiyuan said that when he arrived in Guizhou, he had been drilling tunnels. It was dark and there was no signal.

"My name is Liu Shengyong. When introducing others, I will say "promotion" and "courage". The child went to the US military base in Vietnam from the third day to the sixth day last year, but it was cheaper than going to Hainan. "

"Which car are you? I am car number eight. "

"285, go that way."

"It's closed."

"shouted? Aunt. "

"Please close the door."

The closed door didn't shut the child's voice. Wuhan station, there is only one person in business class. When the high-speed railway of Jinan Railway Bureau arrived in Xianning North, two men got on the bus with an old lady. They gathered around the old man and talked enthusiastically about their families. Dialect closes some ears and does not prevent others from seeing that the two are good to the elderly. Later, a man motioned for him to leave and comforted the old man by saying that he could see it by opening the frosted door. Someone is reading a book, someone is sleeping and someone is holding a mobile phone in the carriage outside. The woman held the child in her arms. There is a child lying on the seat, fast asleep.

Liang Yan was seconded to another team. Lu is an intern majoring in high-speed train crew in Shandong Jiaotong University. Male crew members are rare. There are 10 boys among 70 students majoring in Shandong. This young man, 1996, was born and has been practicing for eight months. The work is very tiring, but when I saw the figure of the train conductor shuttle, my waist suddenly stood up except for admiration.

In 16 car, Qian Miao asked the passengers who got on the bus, "Look at your ticket." Someone wanted to upgrade from second class to first class before. Qian Miao explained that she couldn't get the promotion because Spring Festival travel rush started and passengers would book the next trip. The drip to remind the door to close sounded and everything was in order. Qian Miao said that more people will get on the bus in Changsha South. The conductor born in 1990 has convincing ability. Changsha South stopped for four minutes, and she arranged for someone to pick up garbage at a fixed dump. The road map is on the table. Qian Miao doesn't know how many times she walked along the carriage. She told the passengers to take good care of their children. A child in the front row just spilled soy milk all over the floor. The stop time was short, and she enthusiastically organized passengers to get on and off in an orderly manner. Uniforms are discipline and norms. Qian Miao in a red uniform is lifelike. She knows that her words and deeds are the image of a railway.

Qian Miao said there was no signal on Changsha's mobile phone. They are all tunnels, where there are more mountains. There are not so many mountains in Xuzhou. From Xuzhou to Jinan, the high-speed train takes one hour and three minutes. If you go to Pule, it will take four hours. Qian Miao said that the 26th to 27th of the twelfth lunar month was her last bus this year. On special occasions, you will come back at the age of 30 when you meet a sports car on the first day and the second day. It is the railway people who are busy day and night. On the day of operation, the train mechanic must get up at four o'clock to check the locomotive. There is a colleague in the motorcade, a woman, who is still running in her thirties. The morning lecture was given by the night train conductor, who used to be a sports car driver.

platform

The train made a rhythmic sound, and the hanging scarf shook gently. 306 kilometers per hour is invisible. At first glance, the white like a bird's wing intensifies the lightness of vision. Speed chases time and flies close to the earth. Only landing can make your ears more alert and prepare for a surprise attack at any time. "A speeding car", someone must say so. A blue line appeared before my eyes, straight and steady.

The train slowed down and slowly entered the platform. Looking from the window, the figure seemed to appear in the mirror. These midway scenes seem to have been frozen. Time began to slow down, fall and be sucked away by the earth's magnet.

Only when we stop will we have a chance to have a look. The platform is no longer a mosaic of names, but a city. Someone arrived and someone set out. Black and white floor, wet by parting rain. Compared with parting, parting is the direction of the arrow, full of elasticity, ready to shoot with its own weight at any time. Those vivid faces magnified their origins at close range. Waiting is narrative, and the platform is the best scene. The place is fixed, only time is changing.

Lu said that the place where he had been was that platform. Xuzhou east, Dangshan South, Zhengzhou East, Xianning North, Yueyang East, Changsha South, Shaoyang North, Xinhuangxi ... each city has left a platform name. The location of the mark is more like a silhouette of a passing city. The young man standing at the door of the car turned his eyes to the world outside the car. Mercedes-Benz cars always travel with them. Only the beginning, not the end. Another man walked into the hut. During the whole long journey, the stations along the way are no longer war horses, but warriors driving lightning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hurry up and get on the bus. Passengers who get off the bus should go down the stairs and leave the station within the yellow safety line. "

"Watch your step and pay attention to safety. Watch your step. Don't squeeze. The passengers behind get on the bus. "

On the platform, the voice coming from the walking loudspeaker has a strong local accent. After a whistle, a series of eager steps were pushed into the car door. After that, only cold air was thrown into the open door.

There is a man's face printed on the window, leaning forward and frowning. The father of the two-year-old girl didn't leave. Just now, my daughter jumped out again and again and asked her father to cry. He held the child in his arms and could not bear to let go. At this point, a window away from the scene just now, the smile changed color. Caring is worrying. The little man led by that party suddenly pushed his father onto the platform.

It's raining and the platform is wet. It's only 14 minutes' drive from Changsha to Xiangtan. It rained, too. It hasn't rained in Changsha yet, so we took a bus to the next stop. This group of sophomore boys from Hohai University Business School agreed to watch the football league in high school together. People in the same team have often played football together since the second day of junior high school. Friendship sticks to the soles of your feet. Sitting in the business seat, one by one, before staying enough, they walked to the wet platform. It's nothing to rain. There is a game tomorrow. Youth is like a gust of wind, running eagerly and talking eagerly. The rain in Xiangtan is very slow. On the platform, pink hoodies are jumping, bright sneakers are jumping, and black and white football is running in front.

"The next stop of the train is Kaili South Station." When night comes, it's like entering another tunnel. The mountains here are very close and crowded one after another for fear of being forgotten. The next stop is Guiyang. When the train was about to arrive, I suddenly remembered my old friend who I had never met in this city. Passing by is an encounter. Say hello at the nearest distance. * * * rings again, glittering and translucent get rid of. It can only be sent out on the platform, rubbing against the rails and extending far away.

Where is the way home?

No matter where you stand, you can see eye-catching signs. "Kunming South Station" is like a night pearl deeply embedded in the night. Dreams must be loaded by flying. Distance is like floating dust, and it is close at hand. However, this mountain is real. Standing on the top of the mountain, even through a glass door, the distant scene has been brought closer again and again. Kunming, I took a fancy to it at first sight. When you get closer, you really shine at the moment. Late at night, it was scattered all over the floor, tinkling.

The sky is bright. It was the window that opened and the light shone in. Who has seen a window like the sky? The grace of light spreads from the top of the head and washes the world. The world is so clean. Not the sea water hanging in the sky, but the eyes. The sky is high and the blue is transparent, which hides what you can see. Talk about the sky and how to chase a bird and the moon with your eyes in the morning. This morning, a man looking up at the sky was fascinated. God, it's so blue. Every breath you exhale is blue. It became quiet all around, and compared with the sinking night, the world became a huge ball of light.

This city is far away. Compared with the unfamiliar road map, I remember that evening in Kunming. That night, I walked step by step along the Panshan Highway. On the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, I was not flustered and short of breath. Chasing the sunset was a feat in my life. I suddenly understood why every cloud overhead was unusual. As long as I stand on tiptoe, I am a little taller than the city below. The clouds changed color. When the cloud becomes a colorful one, just smear it. No one knows which piece can be cut. Unpredictable, just flowing freely in the boundless sky. The huge sunset is hot and heavy, showing its high-spirited life with a touching gesture. At the moment of spraying, the thick clouds have a new gestation. I witnessed the most solemn and grand ceremony between heaven and earth. It's too cold at the top. I suddenly understood that I came to Kunming to see the clouds.

Qian Miao and her friends can't see the clouds in Kunming. They came back the next morning. G286 high-speed EMU train departs from Kunming South Station at 7: 29 and arrives at Jinan Station at 2 1: 33. Morning and evening. Time flies, and the road under our feet has wings. It's not the distance, it's anxious to return. The air in Kunming is very cold in the morning. Every other day, I will subconsciously look at the sky after bidding farewell to Kunming, which is close to the night I saw before. Farewell is also the huge pearl lying across the mountain.

From Kunming to Qujing. The train carries a local accent and similar faces to the adjacent destination. Outside the window is still endless mountains, a mountain bag, awake and independent. "Go home!" A voice suddenly sounded and instantly opened the heart of the whole carriage. I turned my head and saw the man's eyes shining behind me. The man with dark skin and sunken eyes stood there, staring at the opposite person calmly. The companion sitting next to him is older, the same color and wearing a hat. Building a high-speed rail in Shangri-La sounds really exciting. These two Guizhou men have been away from home for half a year and go to work from 9: 00 to 6: 30 every day. I don't know when the high-speed rail in Shangri-La will be completed and where it will go afterwards. But just go home now. It's raining, it's raining outside. The man who stood up sat down. I am homesick. After muttering to myself, I suddenly perked up.

The driver in Zhengzhou got off at Xuzhou. I subconsciously waited for the next driver, and I didn't realize I was in the last carriage until the train started. The train arrived in Xuzhou and turned around again. It suddenly occurred to me that two pairs of kissing carriages are connected and will never be separated. What about the running apple? The apple placed in front of the car window is dazzling red. Soaring in a static posture, there are rivers, Yuan Ye, various roads and platforms outside the window. The route back is still so long, but it suddenly becomes faster. The starting point became the end point. From here to there, the route is the opposite direction. No one knows the way ahead. The future is the future, and people who have never experienced it are still yearning. Travel is meeting, and the origin of each place is within reach.