A series in between: safety, warmth and peace of mind

On the moving train, in the window seat, the sun shines on my face that I have been looking out of the window. There is some shallow laziness and some slight ease. How many times, the scenery of the past just shuttled through the boundless imagination and flashed by!

In silence, how many people pass by, how many scenery remain. Wang Meng once said: For me, people's commemoration is the memory of time and the testimony of life.

From the moment I learned that Andy's husband, a good friend and sister in that city thousands of miles away, was hospitalized with cancer, I began to feel uncertain, and my desire to return, which had been shelved for many years, was out of control.

I have tidied up my complicated life and work in a hurry, packed some things briefly and prepared to go to Chongqing, a mountain city, and a ticket to the southwest. I am silent but enthusiastic, and I will return to the city I have dreamed of countless times without hesitation.

Seven years, not too long or too short, took dozens of pounds of meat and shipped it all the way to the southwest.

When I walked out of Longtousi Railway Station and stood in the crowd in the South Square, all my emotions and feelings were surging, and tears were about to drop in my eyes. When I saw Yang Zi without a mask for a long time, a hug and a few greetings were just like yesterday. Needless to say, kindness and warmth are lingering.

Sitting on the bus back to Shapingba, familiar buildings, familiar crowds and strange streets outside the window, everything seems to have never left like the original memory.

Sitting next to Andy and Li Ge, driving, talking about the past, natural eyes, simple words, added a little sigh of life and nostalgia for the past.

Li Ge is of medium height. In his conversation, he wore a kind smile and looked smart and enthusiastic. Although he looked haggard because of illness, he also had a unique fortitude (afterwards, I learned that Li Ge was a soldier and participated in the National Day military parade). It can be seen that under the careful care of Andy, Li Ge has recovered well and her condition is relatively stable.

Life is fragile. When I see Li Ge, I think of my father who died at 20 1 1. No matter what happened at first, we continued to live.

Standing beside the windowsill of the 27th floor of Brilliant Century Apartment next to the Three Gorges Square in Shapingba, I was caught in the rain and fog, overlooking the misty city, the noisy crowd and the flashing neon of the Three Gorges Square. Once upon a time, I was also the kind of person who shopped leisurely or hurried on. The first memory, countless dreams are generally awakened in the return of reality.

When you meet your friends, you find out the true meaning of their return, the joy of meeting each other, and talking and laughing with each other, just like the hot pot in the mountain city of Chongqing, full of enthusiasm and warmth. I just want to slow down when we walk, slow down the pace of life and slow down each other's haste.

Everything familiar around me, in this mountain city between clouds and water, I was soaked by the tide of heart and lost my eyes. I haven't been there for seven years, I haven't seen it for ten years, I have been in different circumstances for twelve years, and I have been away for fourteen years. All the things that have been dusty by the years are once again presented in front of our eyes, causing waves in our hearts.

Bi Shumin wrote such a sentence: The heart is a beautiful little box, no matter how big or small it is! From the moment I returned to this city, the little box of my heart, after being opened, has been sealed, all my walks, all my reunions, all my encounters, all my …

In the evening, Andy's bargaining with the store made me lament the rush of college life in those years. There was once a girl who pursued the quality of life. Facing the changes and interlaces in real life, she joined in too much haste and reluctance and felt a little lost and heavy.

All love, all life, all truth, and so on, each of us will constantly hone ourselves and precipitate ourselves in real life. Just like a cup of coffee, it is fragrant when it is hot, dark and calm when it cools and precipitates, and the taste still exists.

In the time of return, on the way back, I never stopped, walked, searched, met and realized. ...

The afterglow of the sunset, sprinkled on the body, and the faint glass windows of those years have crossed a fraction of life, adding more feelings, comfort and emotion.

It's easy to come, but hard to go. In this way, falling in love with a city, falling in love with its clouds and water, falling in love with its misty rain and fog, we are all moved at any time, and we are always attached. Over the years, my heart and my real body have always existed in these two cities, and I have always been attached to them. Even if it is no longer the original, even if it is still lonely, I will not say goodbye after meeting it.

Our life should be a mixture of art and color. Everyone should grasp the warmth and happiness of every moment and cherish the affection and friendship of the past and the future. In ordinary days, we have been looking for the beauty and excitement around us.

All the past is a silent poem; All walks are endless wealth, and all rewards are passionate feelings. Friendship is priceless, love is silent, we can not be beautiful, we can not be healthy, we can not meet, but we must smile, be warm and comfortable.

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2065 438+06. 7. 7 I heard that Brother Li's condition deteriorated and his memories and feelings were aroused. The reality of life stings the passionate heart to unbearable pain, and I feel how fragile people are in the face of illness. Although the conversation with Andy was not long, the helplessness and sadness between words could not be concealed.

In the photo of Li Ge sent by Yang Zi, the once fortitude and strength are gone, leaving only a thin body and a godless body, still unwilling to accept fate with a stubborn look.

Andy said that Li Ge can't live without people's care now, and she eats and lives alone every day. Although Li Ge's mother and sister also rushed to Chongqing from their hometown in Shaanxi, they also encountered many problems because of their different languages and habits. I can only insist on it every day. ...

On July 29th, Andy accompanied Li Ge, who was terminally ill, back to his hometown in Xianyang, Shaanxi. On the day of arrival, Li Ge closed his stubborn eyes with Andy and his family.

If ... love ... is a gift. On the way to heaven, Li Ge was warm and at ease.

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