Lanzhou: The end of the dream is the entrance to the sea.

turned down my parents' proposal to send me to the university, sent my luggage, and I came to this city, which is thousands of miles away from home and is a little loved by Ye Gong. The underground passage of Lanzhou Railway Station is covered with tourist advertisements with northwest customs. I look at the vastness of the desert, the colorful Danxia and the vicissitudes of grottoes, grinning: The northwest you like has so many demagogic forces besides the scorching sun and sandstorm.

In fact, the initial impression of Lanzhou in my mind is nothing more than the inland transportation hub in geography textbooks and the Silk Road in history textbooks, a yellow river, a bowl of beef noodles and a Reader. But later, I learned that Lanzhou is where Shen Shishu's whole belief lies. There are his northwest dreams, his folk songs, his soul hometown and hotbed.

and I yearn for a city just because of one person.

when I arrived, it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the morning in Lanzhou came late. I broke into the lazy morning light without authorization and walked into the city with an indescribable mood. Saw an unknown street with genuine beef noodles; I saw a rushing river, which is the mother river praised in my composition since I was a child; I saw an iron bridge that leaped north and south, and watched its century-old history ...

I looked at this strange land in a hurry, as if I was trying to prove something, but as if I didn't. The headphones are still listening to Lanzhou, Lanzhou for more than two years, but in a familiar melody, today and yesterday, staggered and dizzy.

second

when I was promoted to the second year of senior high school, the school held a welcome party for freshmen in senior high school. At that time, Nan Shannan was not born, and folk songs were not so widely sung. But that night, after the lively rock and handsome street dance, Shen Shishu quietly sang "Lanzhou, Lanzhou", which has been sung to my heart.

It's probably only that age. We can easily fall in love with someone because of a song.

that year, Shen Shishu was a senior three. One year older than me

I have paid attention to all his social platforms, although almost all of them are about folk songs, about travel and distance. But I still try to collect all kinds of fragments related to him, trying to piece together a relatively complete book of Shen Shi. Gradually, I know that he not only loves folk songs and travel, but also likes reading calligraphy, writing beautiful articles and handsome small letters; He likes the massiness and broadness of the northwest, and he decided to go to Lanzhou since he was in high school. He has a clean face and a beautiful guitar ... In the grade when boys were addicted to basketball and online games and girls were keen on dressing up and fantasy, Shen Shishu appeared in my life, and even his name was full of romanticism.

As the college entrance examination approaches, the school has launched the activity of "helping the college entrance examination". Each class of Grade Two is connected to a class of Grade Three, and the junior students write some blessings and encouragement for the senior students. When I saw Shen Shishu's class written at the back of my own class, I did not hesitate to accept this formalized and wasteful work. Moreover, in order to give a few words of exclusive Shen Shishu without being aware of my own thoughts, I actually spent a whole week in the evening and wrote a letter to everyone in their class of 45.

at that time, I finally understood what it was like to have a thousand words but I couldn't say them. I thought about it for a long time and finally wrote down one by one: When I am tired of preparing for the exam, tell me about your Lanzhou.

In order not to waste my week's work, I have pondered over such a story that there will be a sequel. During those days, it was like a huge gamble, which abruptly put all my feelings on the line.

He wrote back to me. Of course, many people in his class wrote back. When the monitor handed me a pile of various pieces of paper, I really trembled and dug out the light green stationery from a pile of "thank you":

I don't know what attracted me. The heroism in ancient times is still the slow pace now, and the happy-go-lucky lifestyle is still a straightforward western character. Anyway, every time,

After reading it, I changed the college entrance examination goal in the upper right corner of my desk from my seaside to his inland.

"Lanzhou always leaves in the early morning; Lanzhou, warm and drunk at night; Lanzhou, the endless Yellow River flows eastward; Lanzhou, the end of the dream is the entrance to the sea ... "Some people say that the best way to ruin a song is to use it as an alarm clock. But no one knows that in the year of preparing for the third year of high school, in every sleepless morning, as long as the song "Lanzhou, Lanzhou" rings in a low voice, it will be enough to light up my strength and mood for the whole day.

In those days, I dared not be arrogant, and it was inevitable to belittle myself. I constantly denied myself and comforted myself. I looked at the corner of the table wait for a while for a while every day, and then I continued to fight for victory.

that year, I seemed to have spent all my life's heroism.

At the end of the college entrance examination, no matter whether the scores were good or bad, most of the students around me rushed to fill in their volunteers in Beishangguang. On the admission list, I was the only one who chose Northwest China and Lanzhou.

At that time, my grades were enough to go to the best school in Lanzhou, but like an oath, I filled all the blanks in the volunteer list with the school with the word "Lan", from one to three.

"Lanzhou Lanzhou, all Lanzhou. Are you crazy? Is beef noodles so attractive? Or is your family heirloom buried in Lanzhou? Or does your ancestral enemy live in Lanzhou? " Bai Ze, my deskmate, insisted that I send a screenshot of my volunteer. After reading it, I threw several question marks.

Yes, even Bai Ze, who has been sitting at the same table for two years, doesn't know that you are my secretive mind.

I just want to go to a lonely land and pay for my long secret love.

Third

Probably because we are young, we can have unlimited possibilities, and our dreams always have plenty of opportunities to come true. In 213, Shen Shishu graduated from high school and went to Lanzhou with an acoustic guitar stuffed in his backpack. In 214, I graduated from high school with a Shen Shishu in my heart and arrived at his university.

I walked several streets of a city on the first day of my arrival, so how much I expected from it. I look at this completely strange land, at the crowds coming and going, where there is the purest sun and the most sincere smile, and the people I miss with my youth.

but at some moments, I was a little confused. I fell in love with this city, whether it was love me, love my dog, or an inseparable harmony.

On that ordinary afternoon, I sat in the dormitory for a whole afternoon. I don't know if I couldn't find an excuse to contact Shen Shishu, or I was nervous and flustered. It got dark very late in the northwest, just as the night fell, the cell phone bell suddenly rang, and it was still Lanzhou, Lanzhou-

Hello, I'm Shen Shishu. I heard that you came to Lanzhou. Let's meet.

the voice is still gentle and pure, but it is enough to make me feel at a loss.

Under the ambiguous street lamp, the boys I have looked up to and fantasized about for countless times come slowly, and the girls around me are gentle and beautiful. He stopped in front of me, enthusiastic enough and alienated enough, and said, "Little fellow, our class teacher called me and said that you were the only one in the whole grade who came to Lanzhou. Let me know if you need help. "

I want to ask who the girl around you is, whether you remember me who wrote more than forty letters to your class before the college entrance examination, whether you were free in Lanzhou, and whether the folk songs were on the way ... But a "little fellow villager" shattered all my desires to ask.

Yes, I'm the only one in a grade who came to Lanzhou.

that night, I was sitting on a bench by the Yellow River, with the lights on the street behind me, the Yellow River rushing eastward in front of me, the domineering Zhongshan Bridge on the left and the half-empty bench on the right.

I don't listen to Miss Dong, and no stranger gave me a Lanzhou. I only bought two cans of Yellow River beer, because I believe that even if three people become tigers, it must be reasonable to drown their sorrows by drinking.

The song is still in my ear. Oh, it turns out that I have been deceiving myself and ignoring the other two sentences in that song: I can't see the corner of the juvenile plaid shirt raised again, and it has been raining quietly on the back hill of Baita since then. The Yellow River water, which has not gone eastward, has rippled for a moment, and you have stayed up all night in the tall building thousands of miles away ...

The night in Lanzhou is beautiful and lively. I thought I had walked in. I feel awkward in my heart. I don't know if I lost the person in my heart or myself who likes that person. Every time the northwest evening breeze blows, it is an empty echo.

There is a great temperature difference in Lanzhou. It is still a blazing sun at noon, but the wind at night is a little cool. I'm sure it would be refreshing without those two cans of Yellow River beer. But at the moment, just dizzy, and cold. I clicked on the mobile phone map to find a more lively place in Lanzhou to warm up.

Similar to what the book says, Lanzhou is a place where there is no banquet without wine, and there is no Jianghu without wine. I think what I saw that day must be the Yellow River Beer Square. Thousands of plastic tables gathered together, punching and drinking, chatting and bragging loudly, fighting for wine is like a sword, shaking hands is sworn, and this northwest city is full of a kind of unrestrained romanticism in this late summer night with alcohol.

The first time I drank, I was probably the whole person who followed the rhythm, and suddenly I felt that I was also a chivalrous man riding a horse to raise dust, and I just let go of an old story of being happy in the Jianghu.

on Thursday

I sat in the square until late at night, and then I went back to my campus, which belongs to me. Attend class properly, after class, call my mother and stay in the library for hours.

Later, when I saw Gone with the Wind, I read a passage: I sewed a beautiful suit and fell in love with it. Later, Ashley came riding a horse. He looked so beautiful and different, so I put that suit on him, regardless of whether it was suitable or not, and I didn't want to see what it was like. I've always loved that beautiful suit, not him at all.

I almost shed tears.

Maybe, as many books say, what I like is just myself. Playing the role of a director in a romantic fantasy, he always tries to write a beautiful script, shape a beautiful protagonist and all kinds of picturesque stories. It happened that he came at this moment, so all the stories had a logical reason to start. Later, knowing that the story was lame, he still chose to deceive himself, not because he had to play it, but because he was used to being with his dreams.

At that moment, the little emotion that I had hidden for several years was suddenly relieved. I took out the corner hidden in the cupboard and wrote the last diary for him. Although there were only two sentences, I said goodbye to my past self-

Why should I mistake meeting by chance as destiny takes a hand?

Five

Probably, Lanzhou is like the Yellow River that runs through the city. You never know whether there is sediment, undercurrent or vortex under this seemingly calm river. Therefore, the story that is probably put in will always turn a thousand times, full of mystery and confusion.

at 15: 8 on April 15th, 215, an earthquake of magnitude 4.5 occurred in Lintao County, Dingxi City, Gansu Province, and at 15: 39, an earthquake of magnitude 5.8 occurred in Alashan Zuoqi, Alashan League, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region. I can still tell the time of the two news items I saw on April 15th to every minute, because Lanzhou is between the two places.

Our campus is a distance from the center of Lanzhou, so I felt a stronger earthquake than the city. At that time, I was holding my computer in my dormitory and knocked on an exclusive interview with actual sound. The wooden bed above my head suddenly shook. I took a conditioned look at my roommate who likes pranks and found that she looked at me with the same consternation. We didn't realize the earthquake until we ruled out that my roommate was making trouble and that the car crashed into the building.

aftershocks, big or small, shook our teaching building from time to time. The earthquake was not very big, but it instantly brushed the screen in the circle of friends, Weibo and space. Just as I was bored to worship the segment hand shaped by the earthquake, my mobile phone suddenly rang. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Bai Ze, an old deskmate whom the university had not contacted for nearly a year.

"hello? Where are you now? Did the earthquake affect you there? How about now? " He is still used to throwing a few question marks straight to the point.

"Brother, you are more excited than I am about the earthquake of magnitude 4 or 5. As for Yao ... "I silently turned supercilious look in my mind.

"I didn't get through the first call, and I thought ..." Maybe it was a little noisy around me, maybe I was just a little nervous and hallucinated, and Bai Ze's voice came to my ears and I was a little choked up.

"You don't think I was killed." I put my dirty eyes Ctrl+C+V at this end.

"I wish I were in Lanzhou, too. I'm afraid you pig will still sleep under the covers after the earthquake." Bai Ze ignored my teasing and simply said, "But I tell you, volunteering for the college entrance examination is just like playing me. The first three are Lanzhou, and the first three are not accepted. Is it a pit? ！”

after the college entrance examination, he only told me that he had gone to Jinan and nothing else. This is the first time I mentioned it. "What's the pit? You don't like the northwest much anyway."

"But I like you."

I haven't seen each other for more than a semester. On weekdays, the old deskmate who demolished each other every day suddenly said this sentence. I just stood in the northwest sun and hung up the phone at a loss.

SMS came soon, with several messages in succession:

Do you know it's rude to hang up in the middle?

I have followed QQ, WeChat and Weibo of almost everyone around you, and the whole world knows that I am looking at you.

actually, I'm not afraid of the size of the earthquake, but I'm afraid that even if the earthquake is not big, I'm far away from you.

......

I never thought that such poetry and warmth came from Bai Ze. Fragments of the past stumbled towards me. Perhaps, people with eyes on distant mountains were too busy to take care of the trees nearby. However, just like when I was a child, the composition I worked so hard to write was torn up by the teacher. Even though I remember the beginning and the process, I have no mood and strength to rewrite an ending.

"I ... I'm sorry."

"I can wait."

6

"Lanzhou always leaves in the early morning; Lanzhou, warm and drunk at night; Lanzhou, the endless Yellow River flows eastward; Lanzhou, the end of the dream is the entrance to the sea ... "The song is still in my ear, but it took me two years to finally realize the meaning of this last sentence. Probably every understanding in this world is a story that varies from person to person. I used two beautiful dreams woven in the spring and autumn to come to an end in this city, but it is also here that a sea of long love tells me that he is always waiting for my entrance.

I'm not sure whether it's emotion or emotion, and I don't know whether it's a new dream. Most of the time, I look at the Yellow River with several characters on the map, Lanzhou at one end and Jinan at the other, and I don't know what the mother river can hold back. However, in this slow-paced land, some people are used to thinking, wait.

Unconsciously, I have been fascinated by the rhyme of this city.