At the railway station, people always move. In all these years, I have never seen an empty waiting hall, never. Only the platform can integrate hustle and loneliness so naturally.

You see the reunion and parting, the visible, the subtle, and everything behind it, you can perceive life as a potpourri, blend in, blend in, and then, it is the loss of self.

Walking on the train with people means a farewell. And farewell is also the beginning of another drama, isn’t it?

From Shangrao, Jiangxi to Kunming, Yunnan, this is my first 30-hour train ride, like a sleepless dream.

The hard seat all night is really not a kind of enjoyment, I only have to walk to the smoking place from time to time. Therefore, when I stepped into the carriage, I never realized that this would become a luxury in the future.

The train traversed Jiangxi and Hunan to the night when I arrived in Guizhou. I woke up and slept alone, walking around in the aisle, throwing garbage for a while and pouring hot water for a while.

Finally returned to the state on the road. This is a way to detach yourself from the crowd and purify yourself. It can be attributed to nature, and the quiet and impetuous mind in the city is quiet.

Pack yourself carefully, apply colorful nail polish, hit a few long distances to friends, and apply black mascara that is not commonly used. Only in this way can you let yourself go out with your head on your head.

I remember that I walked alone in a strange land, with a black backpack and a simple dress. I was so proud that I passed the shoulders of everyone.

At this time, sitting in the waiting room of Kunming Bus Station with Aliang, the green seats were so humble and peaceful. In front of and behind, there are people with different expressions, and no one can see who is impetuous inside.

I think I like this way from the bottom of my heart. Even if you are face-to-face, you can hide all your little secrets, and pack your emotions in your backpack without overflowing.

Kunming, this city has a healthy lifestyle. At night, there are busy people running on the streets, and many people sitting on the bus rush to work.

I wonder if our city is too lazy, or because our work schedule is too upside down, we are very surprised by this early rise. In their view, it is already commonplace.

On the long-distance bus from Kunming to Lijiang, I actually had a feeling of vicissitudes.

If it can be maintained, I want to drift like this forever.

When we arrived in the ancient town of Dayan, it was already full of night. Looking at the courtyard houses in front of me, I was speechless. Looking at Aliang in a blink, he smiled faintly, as if to prove our existence.

It is said that this ancient town was built in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. Once the ruler’s surname was wood, if the city wall was built, it would become a “sleepy” word. Since ancient times, no one is willing to be trapped in prison. Therefore, the ancient town of Dayan has no city walls, but only small courtyards separated by blue and white stone roads.

We found a quieter inn to live in. Listening to the sound of the quiet piano coming from the hospital, I fell asleep.

It is ten o’clock the next day to get up. This is the first time in the travel time, not to rush to any scenic spot, not to calculate the return journey, just let yourself be, and leave the plan like home.

The sun shone warmly into the courtyard, and the temperature was very different from last night. A Liang asked me, after leaving a familiar place for a long time, will he think of someone, will there be a feeling of being empty, will he feel an inexplicable voice in his ear when he is alone?

I think everything has nothing to do with location and time. We are just looking, or blindly. Come to this long-awaited place, how can you still be entangled and lingering in memory of the unforgettable past?

And I may have been expecting too long, too long, and have forgotten my original intention.

Walking on the smooth blue stone path, you will unconsciously notice the delicate stone patterns. I heard that this is a kind of red rock called breccia. No matter it is rainy or dry, it is not stained with mud or dust, and it is always as clean as new. Walk along it, and you come to the Sifang Street in the ancient town.

If the waterwheel is the sign of the entrance of Dayan Ancient Town, Sifang Street is the center and soul of the whole ancient town. The four corners of this flat land extend into the four main roads of the ancient town, Zhongyi Street, Qiyi Street, Wuyi Street, and Xinhua Street. The main roads are intertwined, and countless alleys and alleys connect the ancient town into a whole.

As the temperature gradually increased during the day, the town’s crowd quickly filled the streets. Walking on the stone path of the ancient town, I can no longer find the tranquility of the genius. There are so many pedestrians, so many, I have to turn sideways to pass through at a constant speed smoothly.

The stones were polished by tourists. I often feel that I can’t walk well on this trail that has lasted for thousands of years, is it right? I can’t bear the burden of this enduring thousand years?

I do n’t know if it ’s because I did n’t bring a book that I liked, or because the way I walked has changed. During this trip, my inner uneasiness never settles. Walking around or walking with people is not what I want. You can’t feel the beauty of every detail, you can’t protect your sensitive kindness.

We return to the inn with a large bouquet of flowers every day.

Sitting in a quiet small courtyard, living indifferent to the world, occasionally taking the dog out. This is the basic lifestyle of people in the ancient town of Lijiang.

A country that has forgotten time needs to live quietly before she can appreciate her unique beauty. During my stay in Lijiang, I obviously lost my sensitivity and sharpness.

Only the sun shines so gorgeously on this colorful world, on the faces of people with different skin tones, on the veins of green leaves and red flowers …

I started to go in and out of different shops, bought all kinds of bracelets and dresses, and then sat in the courtyard, let the paper absorb the full smell of sunlight, then wrote a few words, and sent them to Tiannan and Haibei together with gifts Friends. This is a wonderful way of sharing, just like going through these years with them.

On the third day, when Liang raised his easel, his smile became gentle. And I still didn’t find the feeling I had expected.

On the third day, I have begun to avoid direct sunlight. At this moment, I saw the sun shining on an unknown bridge. The 80-year-old man was wearing a coarse black cloth and crutches, but looked calm. I saw Xingjiao merchants walking from Miao Village in Guizhou with their backs on their backs, selling clothes and accessories sewn by women at home to support their families. I saw the girl wearing a tie-dye skirt and walked through the streets with her heart in mind. I wondered if she would meet her sweetheart.

Everything shows me peace and harmony. They are not afraid of the sun and live peacefully, because there is not much expectation, so there will not be too many conflicts and wandering.