I don’t know much about Zhengzhou

Zhengzhou, just like other cities, is crowded, busy, and nothing special. After staying here for four years, I can’t tell you any unforgettable place. Even when I have friends over to visit, I always take them to Luoyang or Kaifeng, just changing trains in Zhengzhou to go to one destination after another.

I have been to Zhengzhou Railway Station again and again, but I have no deep impression. The station is just like other stations, with people getting on and off the train, dragging suitcases, carrying bags, and sitting on the train. Go to bed, watch TV, eat, and sleep. There is nothing unusual about everyday mediocre life. The huge building is always silent, the crowd keeps passing by, the crowd is noisy, but every word and sentence uttered remains on the ground like a huge building, and it will not change anything.

Zhengzhou has a variety of business districts like other cities. These business districts are also more prosperous than more prosperous. My friends and I visited one business district after another and put on clothes. We have tried them one by one, and tasted them in each store. We know where the food is delicious, which store has deep discounts on clothes, where you can get samples at the entrance of the cosmetics store, and which kiosks are hidden on the streets. Authentic noodle shop.

Still in Zhengzhou. We also looked at the lights of the community, yellow and red, when the lights first came on in the evening, and some windows were also dark. We longed for peace and thought of our distant homes. Watching people walking home at night, watching people enjoying the shade at the gate of the community, watching a family spreading a blanket on the lawn for a spring outing on weekends, watching elderly couples bringing photography equipment to the campus to take pictures of lotus flowers, watching Families living in Zhengzhou long for a home.

At this point, it seems like you can just drag the box and leave. There is nothing worth remembering, nothing worth remembering. But I still don’t know what to say. There are too many experiences and memories in this place. When I calm down, I think of many things. When I open the diary, everything becomes clear, but my emotions are even harder to express. It’s just that Said, oh, it turns out that I experienced those things that day.

I have experienced one thing after another, but my emotions only remember the current moment. For what happened before, I only remember the events one by one. There was no sigh, time was so fast that things happened one after another, and each thing was mixed with some concrete or vague thoughts. Before I had time to sigh at the occurrence of the previous thing, the next thing came again, and I could only sigh. Pretending to be relaxed and walking forward, the discarded things are left in the evening breeze of Zhengzhou, with regrets, indifference, inadequacy, and self-persuasion, leaving what cannot be taken away with the evening breeze. In the rustling leaves of the poplar trees, in the dancing shadows of the trees, in the sweat prints coming out of the thin sweatshirts of each runner, and then like everyone who strives to run forward, keep moving forward, Keep looking forward, and only the steps forward at this moment are down-to-earth and simple, with a bit of life.

I can’t write anything specific about Zhengzhou. After a few years of such dullness, when I pass through Zhengzhou, I may just tell the people around me, look, I stayed here for four years. Then I looked out the car window and watched the buildings, new or old, passing by one by one, silently. Looking at the people and things passing by outside the window, looking at the new people coming to this city, looking at the brand-new buildings, looking at the repaired roads, looking at the extra line 10 of the subway, looking at people still in a hurry busy. Memories keep emerging, but the memories only stay in the mind and belong to only one person, without wanting to tell a single word.

I can’t say anything affectionate about Zhengzhou. This feeling is like when we say goodbye to a mentor and friend we met in Zhengzhou. The content of the chat is as usual. We talk about the books we want to read, the things we want to do, what happened to each other in the days when we didn’t meet, and about We are honest and true about what we gain, what we regret, and what we pay and deserve. There is nothing to be sad about parting, because we will see each other again, and we will meet again. Maybe after a few years, maybe we met again by train just before the Chinese New Year. Maybe we keep communicating as always, it's normal.

When we meet again, just like before, we are saved by a hug. Some people are watching you from a distance, some people care about you quietly, some people love you, some people understand you, some people forgive you, some people praise you, some people give you sincere advice. And these people are all the same person.

After not seeing each other for several years, when we met again, we just sat down and talked for two hours non-stop. Then when we really wanted to say goodbye, we just said, I'm leaving. Be firm in your heart, and I will report everything that happens at every point in your life. I know that you also believe it, and I will tell you. From a girl with low self-esteem and helplessness, she slowly grew up. Every little bit of gain, a little bit of firmness, a little bit of tenderness, all happened in this city.

I originally wanted to write about the city of Zhengzhou, but I found that I didn’t understand it in the end. What I remembered was only what happened around me, which aroused vague experiences in my memory.

In the end, I found that I was pretending to be cool and hiding my deepest nostalgia in silence. Then I could only escape this emotion, shed some tears feebly, and say casual words between cups and cups. And if I say it, I can only think about it over and over in bed.

In fact, I can’t bear to let go of everyone I meet and everything I have experienced. Every road hides memories and little secrets that I am so stingy that I don’t want to share them with others. Then as long as I hear these two words from Zhengzhou Just one word, and you can't lose control on your own.

In the end, I actually need to thank Zhengzhou.

Thank you for coming here by accident, and meeting everything you should meet here; thank you for being transferred to a major, which caused a huge gap in me, allowing me to put myself on the ground, and then slowly Only by knowing this can I see the vast sky; I am grateful to the people I have missed, which makes me no longer so self-righteous and contentless; I am grateful for the setbacks I have experienced. The huge setbacks made me cry weakly in front of a group of people. After crying, I thank myself. I have made progress again. In fact, being able to cry is also a kind of progress. Thanks to the sincere people I met, I understand that peace of mind and peace of mind are the most valuable.

In the four years in Zhengzhou, time has changed a lot, but I feel like nothing has happened. Perhaps every change I make is to get closer to the truth again and again, and taste the romance in the final ordinary. Perhaps, Zhengzhou is like It is a huge transfer station that connects the past and the future. It silently accepts everyone's changes and growth. Like a silent old man, it helps others and never takes what they need. It is just assistance and witness.

A friend passed through Zhengzhou on his way to his destination and sent a message saying, "It turns out you are studying here." A stone slowly fell into my heart, heavy.

I may not know much about Zhengzhou.