My thoughts after reading Liang Shiqiu's "Remembering Qingdao"

I once dreamed that if one day I could retire peacefully, I would always find a more comfortable place to live. It’s not that I don’t know the principle of taking things as they come.

A volume of poetry under the tree,

A pot of wine, a loaf of bread——

There is still you singing beside me in the desert——

Ah, the desert is also paradise!

This is just talk. The desert cannot turn into paradise for a long time. I have no illusions, I just want to find a place where I can live in peace for a long time. I am from Peiping, and I have never regarded Peiping as an ideal place. Peiping has gone from prosperity to decay, from elegance to vulgarity, and then to badness. After many vicissitudes of life, it has long been unable to return to its former glory. Although my footprints are not extensive, I have traveled to more than a dozen provinces from Liaodong in the north to Guangdong in the south. I believe that Qingdao is the place that is truly unbearable to visit.

I have lived in Qingdao for four years, and the past is like smoke. Now, half a century later, people and things are completely different, and the mountains and rivers are different. The place where you can live in suspense for a long time has become the land of mist! Alas!

I accidentally saw a fragment of Liang Shiqiu's "Remembering Qingdao" on a postcard, so I pulled out this prose and read it carefully. In a short space of time, I wrote about the history, geographical location, four seasons, and landscape of Qingdao. , beaches, sea, food (including vegetables, fruits and seafood), embody the great love of a generation of literary giants for this land and people.

In Liang Shiqiu’s view, Qingdao has good mountains, good water, good food, good housing, and good people. “I believe that this place is suitable for settling in terms of weather, location, and people.” . ”

His article also successfully reminded me of Qingdao. Qingdao was the first city I moved to after leaving my hometown. During the four and a half years I lived there, I spent the best time in college and my first time in society.

The first group activity organized by the class was to go to Badaguan. A classmate from Qingdao introduced that there is a scenic spot called Huashi Tower. When I first entered the city, I was actually like Grandma Liu when she arrived at the Grand View Garden and couldn’t understand the architectural style at all. Along the quiet and long road, everyone walked to the seaside laughing and joking. Those young faces appeared one by one at this moment, and the laughter of youth seemed to still be lingering in the ears.

On the beach in the evening, there are probably bitter tears we shed. In those romantic nights counting stars on the beach, our hesitation and confusion also flowed, related to studies and feelings. And the illusory future.

In the campus by the sea, there are figures of me running in the morning, as well as the sounds of those morning readings, leaving behind those figures who pretend to work hard. But now that I think about it, I have always been just playing around and not really concentrating on learning in a down-to-earth manner. Instead, I have always been superficial and satisfied with the kind of self-absorption. In fact, I have wasted my best years. These confession-like words flow out of the pen for the first time, and there is quite a sense of helplessness but desolation: "If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad."

I have been away from Qingdao for nearly twenty years. Every time I go back now, what I look for is the fried pie we had for breakfast back then. A little stuffing made of radish or cabbage is placed in the middle of the pie. It tastes delicious when I think about it. Incomparable. When I was in college, I used to get up early and buy breakfast for all my classmates in the dormitory. There is also the Qingdao giant wontons that I was obsessed with back then. At that time, funds were limited, so eating a large bowl of wontons, adding some seasonings, and buying a meat skewer was a rare ritual that could only be enjoyed at a special moment. .

Qingdao, seen from thousands of miles away and twenty years ago, is like a burning flame, like a warm sun, and tolerates me, no matter it is joy or desolation, joy or loneliness, it is the same as always.