Excellent prose travel in Shanghai

Later, I often told others about our self-driving trips.

I have been to so many places, many of which I can’t remember clearly. "I prophesy to others. "But there are two places that I always remember. One is Suzhou because it is elegant; the other is Shanghai - a Shanghai that cannot be summed up in one word. ”

The first meal we had in Shanghai was Japanese rice bowl.

The person who brought us to this fast food restaurant was a former student of our colleague Uncle Han, now a white-collar worker in Shanghai. .

At noon when the sun was shining brightly, he took us on a Shanghai bus with his briefcase in hand. I sat in the last seat of the bus and looked at the green trees and trees along the way. It was a luxury car that I didn’t recognize. The ground was so clean that I almost wanted to describe it as “spotless”.

I heard “arrived” and “next stop” several times. We arrived at the place where he took us for lunch.

I kept smelling the tea in the coffee-colored cup, but it didn’t taste that good. Fragrant.

After lunch, he held his briefcase and said he was going to work.

Uncle Han asked him if he was too busy to take a lunch break. He smiled sadly and said, "It's okay in the subway. Sleep for half an hour. "After that, he told us the way to the hotel, and then left in a hurry.

I was wondering if at the same moment, or when I was writing these words, there were thousands more Shanghai's white-collar workers are in a hurry, running around huge subway stations for work without knowing the purpose, and then fall asleep lightly in the cold core of these monsters like subways or buses, and wake up naturally after hearing the reminder sound saying that they have arrived at the station. Come on, keep running.

I think it must be like this.

What were Uncle Han’s students like when they first came to Shanghai? I can't imagine it. But at least he won't have a stable job and family like he does now, and he can skillfully guide us from which station to which station to find a certain corresponding place. Terrible busy. ”

The next day’s dinner was enjoyed at the hotel.

When we were halfway through the meal, the white-collar worker’s wife hurried over after working overtime.

She is one of the most elegant young women I have ever seen, with slightly curly long flaxen hair, a delicate face with light makeup, a chiffon top and a knee-length black skirt that can be either serious or casual. . She smiled, introduced herself to us, and then sat down to eat.

She was obviously used to this kind of dinner. She picked up the frog very skillfully and her movements were perfect.

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But I’m not used to it.

That’s why I picked up a lobster and exclaimed when I saw its “belly” – that part looked very similar to me.

Fortunately, the heated conversation at the dinner did not stop. I looked up and met her smiling face.

Partly surprised, partly comforted. The seven-point smile was just a superficial one, but it was comforting. I smiled in embarrassment and lowered my head again.

She must not know that I have never had the idea of ??"becoming someone". At that time, I really wanted to be a woman like her. She had the demeanor tempered by the big city. She was well-mannered no matter what the occasion. She could accept almost everyone and be accepted by everyone.

"If one day, I can become a woman like her..." ． "

During the day, I rode an open-top tour bus around the busiest neighborhoods in Shanghai. I saw the Jin Mao Tower, the Oriental Pearl Tower, and buildings taller than the once iconic Pearl Tower.

From the tour guide in the car, we learned about the land prices in Lujiazui Financial District, so I secretly made a funny calculation: If I sell all my family’s assets, I can only buy less than three cents of the Jinmao Tower. I don’t think there’s anything sad or admirable about the four-square-meter space. I just think it’s funny. From the time we got off the convertible to the time we took the Huangpu River sightseeing boat, we were constantly being asked to travel. Children were surrounded by flyers. The environment along the riverside was not as good as in the city center. Flyers and garbage bags were scattered all over the ground, but no one was cleaning them up. The children only wore sweat-stained sweatshirts. The hand holding the flyer reached out to the passers-by who came from other places, looking at it from a distance, as if begging.

I didn’t accept a flyer because I knew I would still throw it away.

It is said that there is a slum composed of migrant workers not far from the busiest Nanjing Road in Shanghai. When I went to Nanjing Road, I did not deliberately inquire or think about it. "The idea was just to stand on the riverside and watch the Western-style buildings left behind from the former concessions of various countries being plated with gold. I heard from others that this place is now used as a bank.

That day At night, any bustling street corner on Nanjing Road is surrounded by gold, and every pedestrian's face is illuminated by gold. I just don't know if the children handing out flyers are still repeating their work.

"Since. If Shanghai is prosperous, then it must also be Shanghai if it is dilapidated. ”

I have learned the truth without a teacher a long time ago.

I never thought that one day I would be able to stand on the highest observation tower in the world and overlook this confused man. Shanghai with eyes and hearts.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows, what I saw was stripes of gray dividing the large green area into blocks. Buildings that were once out of reach can now be seen and enjoyed. Even though I knew I was just an insignificant passerby in this city, I still felt happy in my heart.

It feels really good to stand on a high place.

I figured out a problem at that moment. It turns out that many things can only be understood through personal experience in one way or another.

Later I saw a photo of Shanghai on the cover of a political textbook, in which the tallest building was just the Oriental Pearl Tower.

"And I have been to higher places." I have to admit that when I think of this, I can't help but feel proud.

“Why do so many people try their best to climb to seemingly unreachable heights?”

This is the question.

The first time I saw the sea was in a non-tourist place.

The beauty that is not packaged naturally has the ruggedness that washes away the beauty.

There are not many pedestrians, no seagulls, and no so-called "astringent sea breeze". There is only the gray-blue sea, which leads to the horizon. Unlike what many people describe as "water and sky connected", the horizon is very clear.

The road leading to the seaside is made of hard and angular cement-like waste materials, and the seawater laps over and over again on this uneven road. When we walked up, we could still see the words "Eternal Life" carved by a couple at some point.

I knelt down and reached out to touch the cold seawater for the first time, feeling the rhythm of the waves. I thought to myself , is this the end of Shanghai?

Looking up, there was a roar that had not yet reached a certain height.

Where is it going?

Following the direction of the plane, I only see a gray-blue sea, a few ships of unknown purpose, and a lonely blue sky.

The sea is still calm and a little-known footnote in this prosperous city.

“Look, this is the end of Shanghai. ”

It was long after I left Shanghai that I learned from a friend that Shanghai was also known as the “Magic City”.

The Magic City.

Prosperity , desolate, busy, dilapidated, or anything else, everything is the ultimate, giving people a feeling of perfection.

"Yeah. Shanghai——"

"It is indeed a magical city.

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