Wudaokou, Shuangqing Road, and Qinghua East Road in memory

After leaving Wudaokou Station, a golden light shot down, dazzling everything, and it took a while to calm down. Looking around, the bustling crowds of people are like steamed buns freshly baked in the shop, with uncontrollable energy. A petite woman with a rosy face and a tall, erect foreigner with velvety arms and a plaid shirt stopped in front of the store to talk in English. A young man with a middle-parted shaggy hair and a guitar on his back rode a bicycle and flashed across the crossroads. The eyes of the man in a suit and glasses were clearly that of the bright-lipped girl opposite him, who slightly raised the corner of his mouth. I am convinced that I have arrived in Beijing.

I heard people say that Wudaokou is a place where good and bad people are mixed. To put it another way, it means that a hundred flowers are blooming. People walking here include cute and unkempt students lingering at old bookstalls; rock singers who shout for their ideals and beliefs of freedom; foreigners riding old-fashioned 28 bicycles; and clubs composed of international students from all over the world in groups and fancy clothes. ; There is also a middle-aged photographer who never leaves his hand with his camera and looks around like a police dog. Under the dense steel and concrete, countless pairs of eager eyes passed by in an instant, leaving behind a golden and cheerful back. Many prestigious institutions of higher learning are hidden in the surroundings. Students filing out of the school gates meet here, like thousands of running streams, pouring into the roaring rivers and seas. The passion of life cannot be hidden. .

If you want to go back and forth between Zhongguancun and Qinghe, you must pass Shuangqing Road. According to friends, Shuangqing Road starts from the east gate of Tsinghua University in the south, passes through an unabashed railway line in the north, and then passes through the villages of the first eight and the last eight, and then connects with the Fifth Ring Road outside Qinghe.

Standing on the side of Shuangqing Road, you can see your shadow everywhere.

Shuangqing Road is just one of the many ordinary roads in Beijing, and it is just another road that has the flavor of Beijing in its bones. Northern drifters, scavengers, hawkers, aborigines...this is what they love and hate. The black train rumbled past, leaving the sleepy early risers waiting anxiously. get away? Don't want to escape. There is still unfinished business here, and there are still unquenched dreams. Even though everything is in a mess, even though unsatisfactory things follow, at least in this place where countless possibilities are nurtured, the friendly calls of wild cats can still be heard from the darkest corners.

At the traffic light stop, the words "Relocation and Reconstruction" are printed on the wall. Behind these four words are the disappearance of supermarkets that the elderly people here once visited, and the demolition of a large number of dilapidated houses. Those remaining traces tell the story of the city's development step by step, conflicts and sentiments, compromise and reconciliation. Old people go and new people come. Faces like the dry land of the Loess Plateau are still lurking. Beijing is a fast-moving city, and nostalgic and slow people either hide in campuses or stick to their own cramped corners.

But under the rapids of yellow sand and gray mist, tens of thousands of heroic young people are willing to enter this imperial city. There is a reason why Beijing is regarded as one of the holy places for Chinese idealists to practice their ideals. Overlooking the high-spirited fighters on Shuangqing Road, punk music, Langerage, GRE, HSK, Santiago, Beijing-Tianjin Derby and other indescribable words linger in your ears, and the rhythmic sound makes you can't help but feel I want to embrace it all with open arms. Yes, this is Beijing, a tolerant and enterprising place, a bizarre and fantasy city. Here are the most unbridgeable divides, here are the most paranoid daydreamers. How many people work hard to move forward. When they are stuck and frustrated, they curse life with their partners, drink to drown their sorrows, vent themselves in front of the enthusiastic music, and then go back on the road the next day. They will never be discouraged or accept their fate. They foolishly work hard for their beliefs and stick to it. There is no end to the ancient city in sight.

In sharp contrast to Shuangqing Road is Qinghua East Road. Tsinghua East Road starts from Tsinghua University in the west and ends at Beishatan Bridge in the east. In the depths of it are Tsinghua University, Beijing Forestry University, China University of Mining and Technology, and China Agricultural University. Xueyuan Road, which gathers eight universities, is right next to Tsinghua East Road. . It is no exaggeration to say that this is one of the most bookish places in China. But if it weren’t for the name of the road and the signs on the roadside, people arriving here for the first time would probably be confused and wonder if they went the wrong way, because compared to Shuangqing Road, Qinghua East Road is too quiet and too "depressed" "Yes. It feels like I have arrived at the early morning streets of Hokkaido in a literary movie, rather than a place where many well-known universities live.

But on second thought, the quiet and deserted Tsinghua East Road is what it should be. Although universities are described by some people as "small societies," they are fundamentally different from society after all. For a university, it needs to be a place where people can settle down. They need to cherish its strong academic atmosphere, independence, freedom, and tranquility. If it really ends up being noisy, pour all the real diseases of society into the university so that "students" can experience it early. In life, I am afraid that people in society have developed it, and there are no scholars or people engaged in scientific research. Tsinghua East Road is like a barrier that separates the society of Beijing from the universities clustered on this road. It allows the university to truly feel that it is part of society but not trapped in it, allowing both parties to live in harmony at just the right distance. .

Qinghua East Road is quiet and has the inherent benefit of being quiet. The ancients said: Traveling a long way brings many worries. Walking on Tsinghua East Road, the long silence is really a philosopher who forces you to sit for a while and think. Perhaps, on the bricks I walked past, there were footprints of Zhou Guangzhao, Tang Aoqing, Zhu Kezhen, Mei Yiqi, Ji Xianlin and other predecessors who lingered in meditation.

Thinking of this, the idea of ??studying came to me again. Wudaokou, Shuangqing Road, Qinghua East Road, my first impression in Beijing, relying on the index of memory, I am copying them here now, just to see if my feeling will change next time I pass by them.

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