At least I want to tell you, Li Ling.

From Beijing to Liling. The train roared all night.

The sunshine that day was very poisonous. The heat wave in the railway station attacks people. The air is filled with the smell of substances, and the smell of gasoline is mixed with pollution.

Maybe it's noon. There aren't many people at the station.

The colors of clothes are all dark. A fashion magazine once said that the preference for dark colors can be a kind of self-confidence, while for most people in China, it is more inferiority and autism. Stavad's hair brother is dressed in black, but I can't find a similar touch here.

Black Buick. The main street of the city is not spacious. The setting of the double yellow line was trampled and laughed at by all drivers and pedestrians. The occasional white zebra crossing is also ineffective. My friends in the same trade saw through my eyes and said, this is a county-level city.

Well-meaning explanation, like comfort, touches the surface particles and also excavates the inner anxiety.

In my impression, I have been to the border town of Yunnan many times. Its fresh air and simple folk customs can't be piled up and expressed by a few Chinese characters. For Ruili, Qingmian is just a lack of fame and has nothing to do with the economy.

At present, the streets of this town are lined with restaurants and leisure centers.

At noon, the crowd in the sun is very stubborn. I imagined the red neon after dark, but I smelled the flow of material desires.

I have been in Liling for more than 20 days, and I walk around the streets almost every night.

I belong to the generation that thinks with eyes. What you see is what you think.

A few meters from the shop to the road is crowded with people. The uneven street lamps painted the city center black and white. The prosperous past is often chaotic.

In front of the shop of the seven wolves, I have seen homeless people wandering around naked and carefree more than once. He had long hair, hungry face, else, no focus in his eyes, and everyone around him gave in, so he strode forward like an emperor.

The entrance of BBK, which is crowded with people, is full of beggars and supper stalls. The strong smell of stinky tofu mixed with Avon's exclusive perfume in the supermarket is easy to make people hallucinate.

What is the 19 floor of hell? Maybe it's the intersection with heaven.

Prosperity, or desolation, is just a brochure for passers-by and tourists. Multicolor, or black and white, is nothing more than the lonely talk of this city. For the residents of this city, habits determine their tolerance and enjoyment.

Daphne's women's shoes have surprisingly few styles. There is no KFC. It is even harder to find the yellow signboard of McDonald's. The commercial plaza that impressively reads "Life Supermarket" is no different from the wholesale market in the early morning. Unknown brands and endless bargaining have become the biggest feature here.

Shan in Beijing said that people here talk as if they are quarreling. Candice and I had to desperately look for impetuousness and anxiety in cafes and cinemas to escape from reality.

The cafes in Liling are either restaurants or teahouses. And the cinema is indescribably vulgar.

Every time I go on a whim, I am disappointed. I can only laugh helplessly. Is helplessness and patience part of growing up?

Candice thinks this is just a county, and she says we should all be more tolerant and understanding.

The restaurants in the street are all red cuisines. Chefs don't cook dishes without peppers, and diners don't care.

The "taste crab" on the snack stand has various colors, tastes and fragrances. As my friend in Beijing said, it should be called spicy crab.

The doctor said that my stomach can't stand the test of pepper any more. It seems that I have to choose between hunger and ulcer. In this game between modern spirit and urban materialism, I, the "Gone with the Wind Generation", can only be an inescapable victim.

The entrance to the station is a street paved with loess and dust. Gray mosaics hit the blue sky and white clouds, and also hit the hearts of passers-by.

In a dusty room, you can easily find restaurants and freezers.

The dining hall of the restaurant is on the roadside, and the black lettuce and the swarms of flies and insects set each other off. Wahaha is the only drinking water in the freezer. When I asked about cuteness, it was even worse, and there was no news again.

However, none of this can weaken its strong appeal.

Candice and I have been there once, and we will go again. You can do what you don't want, and then do it until you are numb and lose your judgment and consciousness.

Going to Zhuzhou on the weekend, I can't help but sigh the prosperity and prosperity of this city that I once despised deeply. In my eyes, Zhuzhou has become a representative of an international metropolis. I almost lamented the correct policy and wise leadership of our party, and just as I was about to sing "Dongfanghong" loudly, I returned to Liling, repeating my exclamation and surprise, but more, I was helpless and at a loss.

There are no shoes for Grace in this city. The newsstand named "Book and Newspaper Center" doesn't know what Elle has to do with "World Fashion Garden". Maggie, who took a taxi at night, didn't understand why she was a cadre at night and still so young. Jeff's NG is still a song and e-book brought from Beijing. The network cable was extravagant at first, and the telephone line was quietly placed in the warehouse of China Telecom. Our greatest happiness began to evolve from "whether there is air conditioning" to "sleeping for a while". We will be very excited when we see bean sprouts at lunch. Every once in a while, when we go to a cheap home-cooked restaurant in the city for dinner, we will immediately feel very rich. Singing K in a diamond and silver cabinet is a luxury, not a luxury of money, but a supreme enjoyment of the spirit.

I once ran a few miles by taxi just to buy some magazines. The special edition of Elle18th anniversary was published, and I also sent an ELLE fashion bag. I told Candice I'd give it to you, but she said it was useless and she didn't have time to read it. I feel a little bitter after listening to it, and my heart is a little bitter. This can't be made up by a few sumptuous meals at home or a cupboard full of high-end fashion.

Although the environment has changed people, those things that have been deeply rooted in my heart are being stripped away bit by bit, leaving only numbness except thinking. They all said, get used to it Actually, the word adaptation is really too light. If young people lose their cutting-edge and sensitivity, but gain silence and habits, is this also growth? I don't understand. There is no such chapter in the ideological education books of universities, and it has never been talked about in the melting pot of society. However, I know in my heart that it is not worth thinking about whether I am happy or unhappy at first, and whether it is correct or not has become the only slogan.

I stood at both ends of the balance, at a loss.

My brother kept saying that he would come to see me. Stan can't stand it for long. He wants to see what the scenery and temperament of this city are like. I thank them for their kindness and concern. Maybe Han Han is right. Every city has its own story. When the eyes can't see, feel it with your heart.

Perhaps, every city has its own personality. So, what is Liling's character?

In a big factory in the Science and Technology Park, the thirteenth prohibition is that you are not allowed to participate in the underground. The young lady in the foot washing city said excitedly at around eight o'clock that the yard is going to open today. There are scattered mahjong halls around the gas station of South Station. When I took the 1 bus across the north and south of the city, I saw the poker friends sitting around a table and fighting fiercely through the open door more than once.

I have never seen the slogan of family planning. The same slogan for boys and girls is flying all over the street. The sign written in red letters at the entrance of the First Hospital prohibiting non-medical fetal sex identification is unforgettable. I still don't understand what a pure woman is. Barber shops, restaurants and leisure centers often have less than 20 waiters, and most of them require high school education or below. None of the girls told me that they are eager to learn, and their habits are terrible, and the habits in some environments are even more suffocating.

Banners and slogans actually exposed the deepest pain in this city.

The forbidden behavior and the arbitrary dispersion of grey rules seem contradictory but true.

When I was reading a personnel punishment order, I vaguely smelled the breath of 83 years of repression.

If everything is just the baptism of the environment and a habit, why not keep some simple and fresh things?

I have never told anyone that the bustling signboard opposite the exit of the railway station is the biggest irony of this city, and the indifference of the window industry and the enthusiasm and simplicity of the citizens may explain everything.

When the whirlwind was abandoned in the darkness of an unknown toll station, she would not fall in love with the city.

When Shan had an argument with the taxi driver for fifty cents, I knew that he was not only defending his rights, but also defending the driver's dying professional ethics.

When whirlwind came home, he found that the Goldlion he had just bought was a defective product, and the conspiracy was the creator of business myth. What happened to a shopkeeper like me can only be that a scar is heavily engraved on the unformed face of this new industrial tourist city. The pain is gone, but the scar can last for a long time.

Candice has always been very tolerant. Very important party, very important person, but she chose a very ordinary restaurant. If you can't buy anything, you can go to Changsha. Maybe she's right. I should learn to understand and enjoy.

Perhaps one day in the future, when I look back on this experience in the A-A office building in Beijing, I will suddenly find that time flies and lead China is washed away, leaving me with unique happiness and emotion.

Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I will listen to very quiet and sensational Portuguese music and recall the days I spent in Africa. That kind of feeling moves me like heaven.

Liling is not materialistic in Shanghai, there is no room opposite the Huangpu River, there is no Brony overlooking Pudong Avenue, there is no Isetan, there is no snobbery in the museum, and there is no tall beauty like bean sprouts.

Liling has no heavy culture of Beijing flavor, no great impact brought by the green flag of the Forbidden City, no endless crosstalk and laughter in Qianmen Teahouse, no axle children in Tiananmen Square, no prosperity of Dongdan Xidan and the baking taste of Starbucks, no northbound avenue familiar with the East Fourth Ring Road, no delicious mutton kebabs in Liyuan town, no cold mug of Yanjing draft beer, and no temptation for Chaoyang Soho to infect CBD business district.

Yes, there are only streets full of rubbish, only greasy dining tables, only tattered 1 buses that take us from one end to the other, only taxi drivers always have to repeat the meter or bargain, only a quaint city is firmly and stubbornly close to material civilization, only a short girl speaks a brisk dialect, flashing naughty eyes, and only a good car passing by me occasionally can be seen by me. Only that long river bank reminds Candice and I of the days when we crossed each other in middle school. Only when we put tens of thousands of laptops and a lot of cash safely in a room that is almost unlocked, do we begin to think about the whole team, if we are unhappy. Just today, we are repeating yesterday's life but desperately looking for fresh happiness and happiness. It's just that we talked with Rui all night, and no one said Liling. Actually, I don't love her. Only sometimes do I miss home, Stan in Changsha, Ed in Beijing, and J flying around the world. I only recall my past life and dare not compare it with my present life. Only when I firmly remember my friend's advice, everything is just a process. It doesn't matter whether you are happy or not. I just often chat with Candice at night, thinking about the past days, the present life and the future century. Only Maggie's happiness and ease make me envy. Only the small fist that the whirlwind swings from time to time makes people happy. It's just that Jeff and Kindness sit in a long car and squeeze a long way every day to smell many strange smells and bask in many vicious suns. Only chess runs around every day and can't understand or see clearly. When I come back, I lament the importance of language. Only Rui is as cool and smart as ever, working silently for this small group. Only Candice's cold but always warm face inspires me. I only get short messages from Beijing occasionally. Some people tell us to pay more attention to our health. Someone said they would drive to see us. Some people pay attention to our every move. Some people just call from time to time. Some people just say they miss you. It's just, it's just, it's just these piles of words lying around. Only this very irrelevant title-Liling map.

It often takes a lifetime to fall in love with someone.

And falling in love with a city, maybe a map is enough.