In this era of high-speed rail, most of the trains have gradually drifted away and entered the canopy of the times.
I miss the train, where there are mountains and rivers, there are black and white times of the past years, and there are lives I reminisce.
More than 200 years ago, a 33-year-old British man named Stevenson invented and created the first locomotive, named "Blucher", with a recumbent boiler 8 feet long, equipped with two cylinders, and the locomotive pulled 8 mine cars, with a carrying capacity of 30 tons and an average speed of only 4 miles per hour. I would like to pay my respects to this Englishman. The invention of the train has increased the speed of human migration, and their journey through thousands of rivers and mountains has the joy of meeting each other, making the aging of feelings more mellow.
In a photograph by Taiwanese photographer Ruan Yizhong, a man lies on the railroad tracks, listening to the faint sound of a train vibrating from a sleeper in the distance. This person suffers from a disease called homesickness.
My friend Zhu Er, who was in the city, closed his store when he was 50 years old and became a jobless vagrant. Zhu Erchang took the camera to the train station 5 kilometers away from the city, he likes to shoot the train**, and after sorting it out, he put it on the Internet with text. I am an avid reader of his, the ** of the trains, which are gray and white, with the nostalgic taste of a bygone era, and I look at those trains at night**, and often hear the rumbling of the train through the tunnel. And those who got off the train with big bags and small bags on their shoulders, and they looked at them in all kinds of ways: tired, searching, surprised, flustered, eager......Early one morning, I opened the network ** posted by Zhu Er, and saw a train about to leave, a young man stood outside the window, stood on tiptoe and kissed the woman in the car as if no one was around, and an old man tilted his head to read the newspaper.
Zhu Er once told me when he was drinking that one day he went to the train station to shoot **, and a gray-haired old lady got off the train, staggered towards him, looked at him in a daze, and suddenly rushed over and hugged him and cried: "My son, ......."Jiahua, I found you, I found you. Zhu Er's ghost messenger shouted that day: "Mother, I am your son!" "Zhu Er lost his mother when he was 13 years old. Zhu Er helped the eldest lady to a restaurant not far from the train station, ordered a few dishes, and chatted with the eldest lady. It turned out that the eldest lady was from her daughter in Henan, and she made a special trip back to her hometown to take a look at the old house and find the old landlord.
There is another thing, when the eldest mother was 28 years old, her 4-year-old eldest son Jiahua was lost and there was no news. The eldest mother said that the eldest son has a mole at the corner of his mouth and the root of his ear, and Zhu Er, there is also such a mole in the two places. Zhu Er said that he called "mother" that day, and suddenly felt that the heavy heart that had been pressed in his heart for many years finally fell to the ground. He went to the train station to shoot and search, it seems that he is waiting for such a meeting in the dark, a hug and shouting with tears in his eyes.
Later, Zhu Er accompanied the old man to the city to see the old house, but the old house had long been wiped out in the renovation of the old city. The old landlord found several, several families had a meal together, and a few days later, Zhu Er sent the old man to the train station, and the train went away slowly, and Zhu Er lay on the ground, taking a picture of the old lady on the train. On the old lady's blackened eyes, there were a few cloudy old tears.
I found that the nostalgia that often swells in the city comes from the distant mountains that are invisible. I was suffocated and unable to speak, like the sea swaying restlessly in the sea, and like the sea falling from the sky. I wanted to drink once and get myself drunk, but I couldn't find the old wine that poured into my heart. So, I like to go to the train station alone, as if to wait for a friend who has returned from a foreign land, or to let the wandering thoughts settle down.
One day when I went to the train station, it was dusk, and a woman with a backpack got off the train and silently followed me for a long distance. As soon as I turned around, she turned and left, I wasn't the person she was looking for. But I saw this woman without makeup, with a classical and pure appearance, and bags under her eyes, probably because she didn't sleep well on the train. When the woman was gone, I turned around and continued to hike along the railroad tracks, on both sides of the tracks, there were dog's tail grass blowing in the wind, it was the most common grass on the hillside of my hometown, I pulled a few one after another, put it in my mouth and chewed, it was a faint bitter taste.
It was on a moonlit night that I quietly left the city and went to the train station. It was late at night, the sky was slightly cool, and a middle-aged man got off the train, and he didn't take the train back to the city. I saw him strolling to the railroad tracks, and under a tree, he lit a cigarette. In the moonlight of the shadows of the trees, the shimmering light of the fireworks resembles a firefly. I was also walking along the railroad tracks, and the man came up, handed me a cigarette, lit it for me, and without saying a word, turned away. It's like two oncoming trains, nodding their heads in a hurry and going their separate ways.
Those who hesitate at the train station are nostalgic, lovesick, or, like ghosts, willing to spend time alone.
Li Xiao).