Train story

? When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went home with my parents to worship my ancestors. My old father has been hemiplegic for many years, and he can't adapt to the hardships of long-distance travel. So we took the bullet train home. This is the first time for my old father to take a bullet train. He didn't fall asleep during the four-hour bullet train. He kept staring at the scenery whizzing by the window, chanting, how fast, how fast. When the bullet train passed Shangrao, he looked very excited and pointed to the distant city and said, I have been here, that place. We got off the bullet train in yingtan and changed to a private car. It's convenient to get on and off. There are young staff at the station to help guide special passages and drive elevators. My father always nods to thank them.

My hometown is a small town in the northeast of Jiangxi. Anhui-jiangxi railway runs through the north and south, and south yingtan is connected with Zhejiang-Jiangxi line and Fujian-Jiangxi line. In the early years, people and logistics were quite prosperous. At the same time, as an important producing area of high-quality rice, a large-scale national grain reserve has been built, and a special railway directly to the reservoir area has been built. The era of high-speed rail is coming, and the county unexpectedly has no planning for networking. From the map, there are high-speed rails passing through the county, but there is a square high-speed rail vacuum area in the middle. In addition, the grain market is open, and the railway line in the busy reservoir area in the past is abandoned. The old railway station is just a passenger train between an ancient ceramic city in the north and the provincial capital.

In the mid-1980s, my father, as an employee of the county grain bureau, was assigned a set of housing allocated by the government and moved us from my grandmother's house by the Le 'an River to the county grain depot park. The reservoir area is very big, with a big fish pond, a bamboo forest that can make people get lost, and a row of pigsty. More are tall and majestic grain depots and factories. A railroad track starts from our door, all the way through the warehouse and bamboo forest, obliquely inserted into the distant railway trunk line, and then grows a gray wall from a distance, and returns to the starting point of the railroad track along the railroad track. Whenever the steam train beeps outside the wall, the steam spewed out rolls through the gray wall like a fairyland.

At first, my father worried that I was not used to such noise when I was a child. However, every day I hold the puppy, climb the gray wall happily, count the passing trains, bathe in the rolling white steam and shout loudly. Occasionally, I can see rare things loaded on the train, such as military columns full of tanks and artillery roaring past. I will blush with excitement and my heart will beat. Look, it's tanks, tanks and here.

The first intimate contact with the train came soon. Most of our relatives are located in small counties along the railway, and they always visit them on holidays. The first time I walked into the railway station, a steam locomotive was slowly pulling into the station. The huge black steam head creaked and sprayed white fog. The wheels with red background and white edges move slowly under the drive of the connecting rod. A driver on the wheel as black as coal is looking at me with a wry smile. Facing this rough and heroic mechanical behemoth for the first time, I feel so kind, like a toy that has been begging for a long time, and I can't help but rush to the front of the car and touch it. I was just about to touch it. Suddenly, a thunderbolt whistle exploded in my ear, beeping ~ ~ ~, and then a hot and humid white fog swallowed me up. I sat down on the ground, and suddenly I lost all my feelings. Only clouds and fog, mountains and tsunamis, and burning icebergs. . . . . . For a long time, Wu Bai suddenly stretched out an arm with black tea, grabbed my clothes and pulled me up, followed by an explosion: Is it a puppy? ! (Dialect: Whose son is this? Don't die, just jump on the motorcycle!

From then on, in the face of any large mechanical object, I instinctively kept a distance of about 10 meter. Even if it is stopped or abandoned, I think it can come back to life in an instant, and then it bursts into anger and growls at me.

After that, I take the steam bus from time to time every year, going north, the first stop, the second stop and coming back. It didn't take long. I arrived at the station in an hour or two. I'm curious to listen to the adults chatting around me, saying the name of the station going south to north, what is standing in the south and what is standing in the south? What is the station in the north? What is the station in the north?

In the 1990s, my sister failed in the college entrance examination. Under my father's arrangement, I went to work in a food processing factory under the Grain Bureau. Soon after the factory closed down, I went to the guest house attached to the Grain Bureau as a waiter. It didn't last long My mother is very worried. While looking for a job, she arranged a blind date with her sister. My sister takes me with her every blind date, and she is unhappy every time. So the mother and daughter began to quarrel one after another, and my sister became more and more unhappy. One day, when I was studying at night, I found my sister crying in the room, crying and writing something over and over again. Although my sister is very kind to me, she is as bad-tempered as her mother, so I dare not ask. I just finished reading the picture book and fell asleep at night. My sister disappeared the next morning, and my mother went crazy looking for her. The last two men found a letter on the table. So far, I don't know what the letter says. Wow, my sister ran away at night!

At the end of the year, I met my brother-in-law for the first time. I like his appearance very much. He looks like the announcer "Kang Hui" in the news broadcast. At that time, he was faced with the silent interrogation of his father. His father didn't say anything, looking at the front, smoking one after another, and his brother-in-law sat guiltily, curled up, awkward and handed one cigarette after another.

Many years later, my father told me that my brother-in-law was poor at that time, graduated from junior high school and just retired to do sales. He has no skills and no education. How can he trust people to give him his daughter? Later, he let his eldest brother's father-in-law, an old engineer in a state-owned machinery factory, study for several years, suffer for many years, and learn various skills. Now they are thriving in Xiamen, and my sister is in charge of the financial and administrative power of hundreds of factories. "Kang Hui" drives a million-dollar BMW around the world, inviting people to drink and beg for work and asking for project funds. My father and mother went to Xiamen to live with them more, and my mother became the chairman of their company inexplicably, the kind of chairman who was only responsible for signing.

Their wedding was held at home, and everything was simple. Several rooms have been set up at home for relatives all over the country to live in. It was winter vacation, and I borrowed quilts and plates from all my classmates who lived in the school dormitory. On their wedding day, many relatives came. There is a boy's Datong Kang and a girl's Datong Kang. It was snowing heavily outside, and I was squeezed among several elders. I didn't sleep well at night and broke out in a sweat, which woke up my uncle beside me sweating. Why didn't I sleep well, because I have been thinking, why do my brother-in-law and sister brush their teeth hard before going to bed? hahaha.

Many years later, my sister told me about her fun run that day. She got on the train with only a letter from her brother-in-law, and she didn't even know the direction. When she changed trains in yingtan, she was robbed by climbing a window. She was shivering in her seat. Someone outside the window hit the window with a big stone and smashed her face with broken glass, but she just didn't get scratched.

As far as I can remember, Spring Festival travel rush, which was rare and unforgettable in the extreme snow and ice weather in southern China from 1980s to 2008, was probably the busiest and most chaotic time for railway transportation in China. A large number of migrant workers from Sichuan and Southwest China take the railway south to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they have to reverse here. The railway system built in 1960s and 1970s needs to transport 10 million people. People in Spring Festival travel rush who have not experienced this period can't understand how moved we are when facing the bullet train.

1997, Hongkong returned to China, and I was admitted to a university in Hang Cheng, from which I started my five-year career in Spring Festival travel rush. When school started in September, my father sent me to school. We need to turn around in Guixi. As soon as we entered the station gate, we saw several men and women in rags crowded at the station gate. Everyone passing by, regardless of sex, age, has to experience their artificial crowding. They took out almost everyone's external pockets and touched them. People who are moved dare to be angry and dare not speak. The railway staff only slightly converged when they passed by. We also followed a policeman into the waiting hall. I found a seat and sat down. My father and son began to sigh that we can't just rely on luck. There are two big fat people sitting opposite us. They are tall and big, with white and black pants and black shoes. They are very clean, and the key two are exactly the same. They looked at us affectionately, and I looked at them curiously, listening to what they were saying:

? "Look at that couple. They may be father and son. "

? "Well, no, that's a pair of grandchildren."

? "I think I'm going to study."

? "Well, no, it should be work."

When getting on the bus at the ticket gate, the two fat people stood behind and pushed around to the front of the line, just behind us. I didn't know how to provoke them, so I started cursing, pushed me, and then pushed my dad. I was still standing firmly, and my father sat directly on the ground. Then the luggage we brought was directly taken out by the clown for three or four meters.

1998 After the Spring Festival, I went back to school from home, which was a real experience in Spring Festival travel rush. My classmates and I stood in the county seat, which was an overtime car temporarily modified by trucks. The platform was crowded with people with no end in sight. After the car stopped, the door of the truck opened a huge hole directly and people flocked in. Big bags and small bags, long poles and short stools kept shuttling, and soon the container truck was full. Outside the car is the freezing rain brought by the Siberian cold wave, and inside the car are all kinds of lean men and women sweating like rain. I'm wearing a standard military coat of 10 Jin cotton. Everyone looked at me like a baby. My two brothers made fun of me in their hometown dialect. Look, this poisonous gas (dialect: fool) can actually wear a military coat. Ha ha ha ha.

Because our two temporarily modified cars are overtime cars, it is only 50 kilometers from the county seat to Guixi, and it takes more than four hours to walk. When there is a car interchange, it will stop to avoid other cars. When it is a station, it will stop. It stopped when there was no car or station. For no reason, it just likes to stop. Leave at four o'clock in the afternoon and arrive at Guixi at eight o'clock in the evening. When I got off the bus and crossed the square in front of the railway station, I found people everywhere, standing, sitting, lying, smoking and drinking, drinking instant noodles and steamed bread, and looking around blankly. I wonder who blocked the front door of the waiting hall. Through the glass door, I can see that the density of people in the hall is much higher than that outside. I can use the word bedding to describe it. I was told that this is a passenger stranded for three days.

We waited anxiously. It's past eleven, and there's still no way to get into the station. I don't think we can get into the platform. Students said they could pay someone to take us to the station. We found a tea worker and begged for a long time. A man gave him ten dollars. This man told us that he couldn't take us to the station, but he could take us to the platform through the tunnel. Then we followed each other out of the square, drilled in a dark tunnel for five minutes, and then walked through several buildings, only to find that we went around the platform opposite the station, and the parked truck just blocked the line of sight of the platform staff.

After waiting for about an hour, the car kept passing quickly and didn't mean to stop. Finally, an express train from Guizhou to Hangzhou slowed down. When the car passed me, I noticed every window and found that all the windows were closed. I can see the dense crowd inside, and I am desperate. After the car stopped, we began to look for opportunities from the current car. After running for almost six cars, I didn't see the open window, let alone open the door.

? "What should I do?"

? "Get under the car and go to the other side of the car. It is not a platform. Maybe someone opened the window. "

? "Well, then we have to hurry. In case the car leaves, people will die."

Young people are always ignorant and fearless. If I am killed now, I dare not get under the car. The point is that you don't know when the car will leave. We did it. When we got there, we finally found a window open and two people were smoking here. Young people always have good physical strength. My classmates said that I would carry you up, you would climb, and then you would pull me up. I shouted and threw my luggage on the windowsill first. The man by the window was startled. As soon as I saw it was us, I threw my luggage back and closed the window after changing hands. I reached in first, grabbed the window tightly, and wouldn't let him close it, shouting:

"Uncle, uncle! Please don't close the window. We are students who are going to Hangzhou. We have missed many buses. Please let me go up. Just the two of us. Please. Please! "

I don't know if I held on tight and he couldn't close the door, or if he was really moved by compassion and really let me climb up. After I got up, I immediately turned around and took the luggage handed over by my classmates, threw it aside, and then took each other's hand and dragged it into the car. We finally got on the bus. It's good to be young!

After thanking my uncle who left the window, we settled down and turned to look into the carriage. My god, if the crowd at the station is paving the way, the crowd in the carriage can be described as cascading. The people's chests stick together and their backs stick together, just like the rice in the field during the autumn harvest, shaking and worshiping with the train. Some young men are lying or sitting on the luggage rack, the toilet door is open, and some heads are stretched out. I don't know.

Luggage? Where are our luggage? The two I threw in, mine and my classmate's, were all thrown in by me, all under my feet. A passenger found my panic and said disapprovingly, luggage is everywhere, all on my feet. Let's look for it when we get off.

The drama is coming, the drama is coming, you see, you see, I follow the voice of the crowd and see that in this world where human intimacy is beyond imagination, a car is actually being pushed. Yes, I am not mistaken, that is, the standard car is a small car.

? "Cigarettes, beer, cola, peanut and melon seeds, eight-treasure porridge, will not turn around when they move their feet, what quality!"

? "Cigarettes, beer and cola, peanuts and melon seeds eight-treasure porridge, whose bag is moving? Oh, you'll die. What are you squeezing? "

? "Cigarette beer coke, peanut melon seeds eight-treasure porridge,? Oh, who really has no quality, er, er, er, actually has shit? "

So on the way through the car, the human body is twisted in various anti-anatomical States, and various anti-physical postures are balanced, and the car actually disappears at the end of the car.

After Zhuji, people began to get off. That's a happy face. After Jinhua, I found a place to sit down, and the carriage finally began to be empty. The Siberian cold current finally showed its power. It was freezing. At 4 o'clock in the morning, I rolled up my military coat, fainted on the table, and finally found my luggage in Hangzhou. It's just like me except for a stain.

The last deep memory of the train is relaxed and happy. In 2005, Xiamen went to Xi 'an on business. For southerners who have been to the north of the Yangtze River by land, the northwest has a unique attraction.

After the car passed Nanchang, I immediately got excited, climbed up the window and stared almost intently out of the window. Yellowstone National Park? Yellowstone National Park, Yellowstone National Park, this has nothing to do with us, that is the boundary of the United States. Huarong? Huarong Road, Master Guan Huarong released Cao Cao.

Wuhan? Wuhan: There are three towns of Wu Hanyou, Wuchang and Hankou, and there is also a Hanyang Building. A big river flows into our eyes, and the sparkling river reflects the fiery sunset. Looking forward along the river, there is a mountain ridge winding in the sunset glow, shaped like a snake, with its head facing the river and its tail inserted into the downtown area. On the top of the mountain stands the Yellow Crane Tower with yellow glaze. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

After Wuhan, the terrain instantly becomes flat, which is an endless plain. Xiaogan? Xiaogan: Yong Dong's hometown, Xiaogan and sesame sugar, Zhengzhou? Zhengzhou: Where is the trip to the Central Plains? Zhengzhou Asia. After Luoyang, it was cold and rainy at night, seeing Fujian and Chu. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Who is Bai Yu? Back to Tianjin. Looking at flowers in the east disturbs Luoyang people. We arrived at Sanmenxia. There is a hydropower station in Sanmenxia. Tongguan? Tongguan: The first one to enter the customs was Wang, and the last one was Xianyang who helped to protect him.

On the endless plain, a boulder suddenly appeared, two or three, and countless boulders piled up with the rapid progress of the train, piling up higher and higher until it became a majestic mountain peak, so high that I couldn't see the whole picture of the mountain peak carefully. The train flew at the foot of the mountain for more than ten minutes. With its sudden appearance, the mountain fell down quickly, like a naughty child taking away the building blocks until. Huashan! This is Huashan, Huashan, since ancient times! The ashes of time: Nan Di Bei Gai, Guo Daxia, Yang Dage, I have arrived in Huashan. What about the sword move?

The car arrived in Weinan, full of golden wheat. When I arrived in Xi 'an, I said to myself, Qin Shihuang, Yang Yuhuan, I'm coming! Except that I really can't see the scenery at night, I recognize maps and place names all the way, recite ancient poems, allusions, lyrics and legends in my memory, and rummage through the impressions of one city after another in my mind. In 44 hours, I traveled more than half of China.

After getting off at Xi 'an, I ate tasteless rice for the first time, and then I ate all the pasta, white flour, green flour, red flour, brown flour, black flour, three-foot wide flour, two-meter long flour, mutton, beef, potatoes, mung beans, buckwheat and spinach for a month ... I gained ten pounds a month.

? Later, I started the train experience, and it is difficult to have unforgettable train memories. Trains give people a sense of speed and urgency. It's hard to have the urge to stare out of the window except watching mobile phones and sleeping along the way.

? After Tomb-Sweeping Day, I returned to Xiamen. I especially want to relive the train trip. I arrived at the railway station early in the morning. There are no green leather trains and steam trains, and short trips are also air-conditioned express passengers. It took me 50 kilometers to get there in an hour. The car is still a yellow carriage, and the mechanical joints are still creaking. Sunglow sprinkled on the car, flashing warm colors, but the car was not as cold as I expected, and there were still many short-distance guests. Open a strange but understandable dialect and Nanchang Mandarin, the flight attendants are still as mature and plump as they were ten years ago, but their faces are less domineering, but indifferent and dull. The car is still pushing and shouting "cigarettes, beer, cola, peanuts and melon seeds eight-treasure porridge". Passengers are either old people or children. Old people are talking about changing trains in yingtan and visiting their old sisters in Hunan. The children are running in the carriage. I bumped into this luggage and touched the parcel, while my grandmother was knitting a sweater and whispered. When I arrived at the station, an old man next to me stuffed some oranges and said, young man, help me with my luggage. It's too heavy for me to carry.

? From the moment I got on the long-distance train on the first day, I recorded all my experiences and thoughts on the train. It was twenty years before I really wanted to start writing. . .