I don't really want to, just remember to make a phone call every week, ask, and instruct. It's enough not to be cold and not to miss too much.
Spring is poisonous, I don't want to get drunk.
But recently, I suddenly went crazy thinking about my hometown in Sichuan. I always think of what I looked like when I was a child, I don't know why. Professional communication, other thoughts. Maybe one day I suddenly invented that my life at that time and now are completely different. There is no intersection anymore. I have become a different me. I don't know myself anymore.
I went to Suzhou and saw the long-cherished gardens, and witnessed the scenery of the water village. Unfortunately, the narrow water and light boat that once supported the gorgeous rhetoric of countless poets and lyricists were polluted by modern cities and became unbearable. Only a few relatively clean waters cannot evoke the gentle dream of the past. In the Lion Grove of Suzhou, people are really too many. I casually said that there are almost more people than stones here, which unexpectedly became a joke among the tourists who shuttle through the artificial hills.
Suzhou is a very hardworking city, with worldly comfort, and natural ease in its bones. It is not a one-time city. Saying goodnight to Suzhou is an agreement to meet again.
The temperature is just right, free from the coldness of winter and early spring, taking advantage of the summer heat not yet arriving, wearing comfortable spring clothes, walking in the vigorous atmosphere. The willow trees outside the window are sprouting, and they have now returned to the intensity of midsummer.
In the past during springtime, my hometown was filled with blooming rapeseed flowers, large patches full of vitality. When I was little, I would hide and play hide-and-seek among them. Later when I grew up a bit, I would stare blankly at them pretending to be worried. Now, there is not a trace of the once familiar scenery in my sight.
Perhaps it is so, perhaps not.
That's why I want to remember my former self and compare it with now.
I have a classmate who always misses home. She often thinks of home while talking, and sometimes she cries secretly for missing home.
There is a pretty big park next to the school, but in more than half a year in Shanghai, I have never stepped into it. It's unclear why. My classmate said the flowers in the park bloom more beautifully than in Gucun Park. I haven't been to either of these two parks, there is really no reason.
The trees here in Shanghai are the same as in my hometown, always shedding leaves crazily in the spring after standing firm through the winter. The golden yellow fallen leaves cover the tiled ground, always giving people a sense of seasonal disorientation.