Beijing Travel Notes: Youth with Fireworks

introduction

I really never thought that the epidemic would happen again.

I hate the epidemic so much.

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Beijing is not new to me, nor is it familiar to me. If you ask me to introduce this city, I really can’t think of where to start.

Maybe the Forbidden City with red bricks and gold tiles? Maybe it’s the traffic that’s stuck all the time? Maybe it’s Sanlitun, a place where people are obsessed with life and money?

…

I have no idea.

It is difficult for me to define this city. I can say that it is jeweled, or that it has outstanding people; it has what all cities have, and it also has what no city has.

What is buried under this land is not history, and this land cannot be defined by its housing prices. In today's materialistic society, we focus on material things, but the spirit of this land is always greater than material things.

This section is more like an introduction, citing He Yong's "Bell and Drum Tower" as the leading music of this section, just like the opening of He Yong's concert:

"Sanxian playing, He Yusheng, my father; flute, Dou Wei, Dou Wei!"

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"Memory is neither a short-lived cloud nor a dry transparency, but a scab formed by charred creatures on the surface of the city. It is a sponge soaked in the liquid of life that no longer flows. It is a mixture of past, present and future. Made into a jam, the existence in motion is calcified and sealed: this is what you find at the end of your journey." - Calvino's "Invisible Cities".

I have never experienced living in Beijing like this.

This summer I came to Tencent for an internship, which gave me a taste of the work of a media person, and I continued to work from nine to six.

I originally thought that the morning and evening rush hours of the Beijing subway were just scaremongering. Based on personal practice, I came to the conclusion that everything said on the Internet is true. It was so crowded that I didn’t take any photos to record this moment.

On the last day, I put a celebrity card on the signboard of Line 4, which I ride on every day.

In fact, if you want to know a region, you don’t need to walk through the streets and alleys to residential buildings or small parks, just take the subway. Eighty percent of the people in the subway are people who live in this city every day, because we can see There is no light in their eyes. It does not mean that they have lost hope in life, but that they have become accustomed to this kind of two-point and one-line life, repeating all the activities of the day every day - getting up early, going to work, and getting off work.

You will see all kinds of people on the subway. Generally speaking, they have only one common goal - to work hard in this city that does not belong to them and finally integrate into this city. It is difficult for human beings to have too many ideals when they cannot solve the problem of food and clothing, so they are so numb; not only in Beijing, everything is the same.

I have seen workers carrying sacks on their backs, aunts after buying groceries, children running in the carriages, young people in suits... The soul in the subway is always tired. I have never seen this on the subway. Any energetic look in the eyes seems as if the subway has sucked away all the energy of people and penetrated people's state with its coldness.

Big cities are tiring.

I was born in a third-tier city and grew up in one new first-tier or first-tier city. I understand that big cities are tiring.

But with such a fast pace and such great pressure in life, why do they attract so many people to make pilgrimages here?

This is what I said above:

It has what all cities have and what no city has.

Other cities are too small compared to these cities.

That day Ma Yucheng drove me all the way through Beijing. We recalled the 2008 Olympics, Jay Chou in the car, and the office buildings that were still brightly lit at night... We didn’t know how to think about this city.

The pace of this city is too fast and never gives you time to think.

"You know, Han Xu, although Sydney is good, I just like Beijing."

"Here, you have to have money and live happily; if you don't have money, then you have to be insignificant."

"There is no way. This is the center of China, and life is too stressful."

Ma Yucheng said on the road that day that the Third Ring Road was no longer blocked at this time.

Attached is a handsome photo of Ma Yucheng.

I don't know whether we should talk about the necessity of material things at our age. It would seem impetuous and uneducated; but sooner or later we will have to think about this issue clearly.

If we talk about the importance of matter and consciousness, we can’t finish it in three days and three nights. Otherwise, there would be no philosophical pairing that makes people think about it for a long time. I can only say that I still see it superficially, and this half Months are not living in this city at all, just like traveling.

When traveling, we always want to see beautiful scenery or scenic spots, with the purpose of cleansing the soul. It seems that the meaning of travel is to improve one's inner self, that is, from the aspect of consciousness, but in fact, I think traveling is just to cleanse first. Eyes, that is, material things, we have a fresh sense of this city, so we get spiritual pleasure; but if we really want to improve our consciousness, what we need is thinking after traveling - from literary and artistic works , from yourself.

For example, I wrote an article "Nanjing Travel Notes" :

【Human】"Nanjing Travel Notes: Jinling Summer Night, Rain and French Plane Trees"

After returning from Nanjing, I watched two movies about Nanjing.

One is called "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling" .

One is called "A Night Intoxicated by the Spring Breeze" .

I gave both movies four stars.

If it hadn't been for the trip to Nanjing, I might not have felt that these two movies were so good; if it hadn't been for these two movies, I might not have felt the taste of Nanjing lingering in my mouth.

I discussed this feeling with Zhou Xin who was studying in Nanjing.

Because I have read too many literary and artistic works about Beijing, and there are also many modern urban pictures, it gave people the illusion of a fast pace, which was a false blow to me.

In the end, when I think about it, I find that no one work can completely reflect this city. Most of them are either In the Forbidden City or In Chaoyang District. Perhaps they are too inclusive, so they have lost their relevance. Characteristics that appear in literary and artistic works; but on second thought, we still have Jiang Wen.

Two volumes with a humanistic feel.

One is "The Evil Will Not Suppress the Right" .

What's this?

In 1953, Liang Sicheng cried and wanted to keep the city of Beijing.

But what is the common problem between this movie and the original work "The Hidden Heroes" ?

Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, we only see the skin.

One is "Sunny Day" .

This movie is so awesome, I feel the same way whenever you show it to me.

What's this?

The spirit of Beijing during the revolutionary period, the confusion, ignorance, and tragedy of the teenagers of that era; the idleness of the children in the courtyard; the eggs under the red flag.

I also remember the opening paragraph:

"My stories always happen in the summer. The hot climate makes people more naked and able to demonstrate their inner desires. At that time, it seemed like it was always summer, and the sun was always free to accompany me. There was enough sunshine. It was too bright, making my eyes go dark."

I regret and blame myself for never reading Wang Shuo. When I was in elementary school, I always had a copy of "Half Seawater and Half Fire" on the record player at home. The promise was mine My parents read it. I put it under several Han Han books, and the book next to it that I remember the most is "The Lovely Flood Beast" . Be sure to read it when you have free time.

On my second day at work, I didn’t come out of Sigma Building until 7:30 in the evening. After one stop on the subway, I chose to ride a bicycle to eat braised pork. It was raining lightly outside, and the lanterns were just beginning to turn on. I was in Haidian, and I felt so small, so insignificant.

(Photo taken on the road that day)

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"If there is no torch from now on, I will be the only light." - Lu Xun

This sentence has been my WeChat signature for many years. At that time, I was full of enthusiasm and thought I could change the world. I dreamed of being a human Jesus and guiding people on how to move forward.

As I grew up, I began to gradually understand that our opinions are only insignificant and exist in our own heads. Maybe you will express your opinions when chatting with friends, but in most cases others will forget them.

I was worried about this for a while - How do I let others see my thoughts?

You may ask: Why do you have to let others see your thoughts?

Going back to the beginning, I want to be someone who moves the world.

In fact, everyone is promoting the development of the world, from different fields. It’s just that some people are self-aware and some people are not; some people are more powerful and some people are less powerful.

I want to be a self-aware, powerful person.

This is also the original intention of writing this article - to let more people see some of my opinions .

I believe that movies can promote the development of society. A good literary and artistic work has a profound impact on people, but the audience may be a small number, or the influence of movies is far less than that of books in the same literary genre;

On the other hand, why am I so interested in the media career? It’s not that my dream is to be a reporter or copywriter, but I regard the media as a medium, just like a signal tower that transmits signals. This is just a bridge for me to cross the river.

Originally, I would think that I wanted to become an influential person; others might say, there are so many people in the world, why do you become that great person?

At that time, I simply thought - there are so many influential people in this world, so why can't it be me?

Just like the cheesy questions we always answer:

"Do you love me?"

"I love you."

"Love is such a heavy word. How can you say you love me so easily?"

Crab is not meat, but instead ask why that person can't be me?

As I grew up, I discovered that there were always people born in Rome. After my fireworks cooled down a bit, I became less radical, but I still wouldn’t give in. Idealism keeps people young.

But slowly, I suddenly began to admit my mediocrity and insignificance.

"I hope that all the young people in China will get rid of the air-conditioning and just move up, without having to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves. Those who can do things will do things and those who can speak out. With a little heat and a little light, they can be like fireflies and can shine in the dark. A little light, no need to wait for the torch.”

Select the previous paragraph from Lu Xun that I quoted at the beginning, which is familiar to all of us.

Why did you write these thoughts in the article "Beijing Travel Notes" ? Because the majesty of this city always makes me feel small.

Nanjing is a prose, Tianjin is a cross talk, Qingdao is an argumentative essay, and Beijing is an epic.

Its majesty makes me feel oppression that I have never felt before; maybe the rhythm is too tense? I watched everyone in a hurry, and the clouds I saw when I got out of the subway were so beautiful.

I have never felt this city. The strong smell of this city makes my nose difficult to use. It is definitely no longer the gray-black smell of industry. This smell is like a piece of armor that makes it difficult for me to get close; but it is also like poppy, It makes me drunk.

Beijing has this kind of magic power. It turns clouds and rain, abandons thinking, sings and sings every night, and has nowhere to hide.

end

I don’t know which song to insert. After much deliberation, this song Dou Wei is more suitable for the occasion.

I finally returned home to escape the epidemic. I really don’t miss anything about Beijing these past ten days. Maybe it’s because it’s too close and too familiar, just like I never thought about what I did in Qinhuangdao; but it feels so strange at the same time. , not very good evaluation.

I was really dizzy. I really didn’t know what to write anymore, so I had to give up.

Hope the epidemic will pass soon!