The free time when the epidemic has not resumed work is not yet over, and the three questions of the soul have continued, "What is happiness?" Oh, no, I am not a philosopher, and I am not going to have a long explanation, but I just follow my memory to pursue it.
Well, happiness is when I was young, I thought red is sweet and blue is salty; happiness is unswervingly thinking that because I like to eat chicken legs, chickens have four legs.
After growing up, happiness is just acquainted friends, with many common hobbies like brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years. Happiness is walking alone on the road, a beam of sunshine blowing over the head warmly. Happiness is the joy that is almost missed by those who are careless during the journey, but fortunately they did not miss it.
In 2016-2017, Yunnan was our frequent travel destination because it has the best condiment in the world, sunshine.
The cup by the South Lake
The destination of the 2016 National Day is Mengzi-Jianshui. On the night of arriving in Mengzi, we stayed at the Guanfang Hotel on the shore of Nanhu Lake. Nanhu Lake is to Mengzi, just like Green Lake is to Kunming, and West Lake is to Hangzhou. One of the advantages of living by the lake is that it is very suitable for night running. Night running around the lake will never feel boring. Although the altitude of Yunnan is a little over 1,000, for us in the plains, it will still be tiring. It's a sad reminder to become a dog, but tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and those steaming rice noodles tomorrow are the biggest driving force for progress.
Far away by the lake, there seems to be a two-story western-style villa. The Yunnan-Vietnam Railway has left many European imprints on this southwestern border city, so western-style buildings are not uncommon in Mengzi, but at this time, the windows of the villa are hazy There were dim lights flickering, and there seemed to be still shadows. While jogging, we tacitly searched in the direction of the lights, whether this building is a restaurant or a bar. A little closer, the small sign reads "Historical Preservation Building French Garden restaurant and bar".
Keep walking, make eye contact, continue to move forward, it seems that the motivation of running has become stronger, the second lap of the French Garden is close at hand, and the two panting people stopped in front of the small sign, "If you can Alipay WeChat , let's go have a drink." Xin Ran pushed the door open and walked in. The young man and woman at the bar probably didn't expect the two sweaty and flushed customers, "Do you support Alipay and WeChat? We didn't bring a wallet when we went out." He hesitated for a few seconds, the boy bowed his head slightly, "Well, okay, let's go to the balcony on the second floor."
Walk up the wooden stairs to the second floor, and there are some old photos hanging on the wall. I know a little that this "French Garden" is the former site of the French Yunnan-Vietnam Railway General Administration. The light is dim at night, and with the photos, it can be roughly restored as a two-story French-style building with yellow walls and red roofs. The balcony on the second floor still retains wooden shutters, white gauze curtains, and black cast iron outdoor wall lamps. .
Sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony, with Yunnan coffee in his left hand, and the legendary Roosevelt No. 10 in his right hand. The wine bottle is placed on the edge of the balcony, and big transparent bubbles pop out. Through the bubbles, one can see the sharp customs bell tower not far away, the whirling palm trees in the south, and the unextinguished South Lake beating far away. lights. The body exuding heat just after running, and the cool breeze rubbing the tip of the nose at night, half hot and cool, half awake and half intoxicated. The wine bottle is lightly touched, "a glass to the past, a glass to tomorrow".
Grandmother and Eldest Sister of Xianghui Bridge
As mentioned in the previous travel note, Yunnan is the only area in China where the narrow gauge (meter-gauge and inch-gauge) is still in operation. In Jianshui County, about 100 kilometers away from Mengzi, the small train from Jianshui Lin'an Station to Tuanshan, less than 13 kilometers away, still runs on the Gebishi Railway (the Gebishi section of the original branch line of the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway in 1913. I should write again separately) on the reserved route. The meter-gauge car is more miniature than the regular car. Two adults sit facing each other, knees on knees, which is very suitable for us two childish kicks and bumps.
Departing from Jianshui Lin'an Station, passing through Shuanglong Bridge, Xianghui Bridge, and finally arriving at Tuanshan Station, the speed is less than 30 kilometers, the road is swaying, the bright sunshine shines through the white curtains, jumping on the wooden seat , the electric fan above his head was spinning lazily, and the slightly steaming green grass outside the window caressed his face. Overhead is the clear blue sky and soft white clouds that are often seen in Yunnan. The red land is fertile and strong, and the vegetation grows freely.
Xianghuiqiao Station and those existing, non-existing, and abandoned stations on the entire Yunnan-Vietnam Railway have a similar French style, with a raised main building in the middle of the station building, a triangular front roof, bright yellow walls, dark green floor-to-ceiling window frames and The window sills outlined by white bricks, and the heavy dark red door. However, the stations between the countryside have their own special characteristics of mixing and matching. Along the two sides of the main building in the middle, the waiting room that extends symmetrically is a typical Chinese-style gable roof, which is different from the red roof of the French-style building and is covered with Chinese-style gray. The tiles and the pillars of the waiting porch are traditional red lacquer wood. Looking up and looking closely, there are still some dousheng components of traditional Chinese architecture on the small woodwork.
The small train stopped at Xianghui Bridge. In the open space next to the railroad tracks in front of the station, there were a few locals setting up stalls, waiting for tourists who got off the train to visit. An older sister, with bare feet and a pair of plastic slippers, swayed rhythmically from side to side, straddling the railway tracks, carrying a burden. The pink floral clothes and blue tight pants are as bright and splendid as the Gesang flowers fluttering in the wind beside the railway tracks. Through the camera, I can chase after the eldest sister without any shyness.
"Hey, little sister, I'm not good-looking." The eldest sister seemed to ask shyly, but a smiling face overflowed in front of me without any shyness.
"It's beautiful, you look very beautiful when you carry the burden, I can take a picture of you"
"Hey, I'm not as good-looking as you people in the city. I look good when I carry the burden. Show me the way you took the picture. Are you so good-looking?" I turned the camera to let the elder sister appreciate her beautiful moment, and the eldest sister Covering his face falsely, "Then you can give me the photo, I'll show it to my son", "Oh, yes, yes, sister, do you have WeChat".
The eldest sister called her son with a happy face, and she was probably asking how to turn on the mobile phone network. I looked at the grandma who was squatting steadily next to the eldest sister, with a straw hat behind her back, and a bamboo basket of fresh fruits in front of her, light yellow with a little green, and a few drops of water rolling, "Grandma, this is What kind of fruit?" Grandma wrinkled her dark face and spoke a language I couldn't understand at all, "You grew this yourself? Picked it yourself? Fresh?" I have always claimed to be very good at communicating between chickens and ducks.
"This is wild guava." The elder sister had obviously finished calling, "It's delicious and very fragrant." Grandma couldn't help saying that she gave me one, and looked at me expectantly. When you take a bite, you can see the light pink flesh under the light yellow skin, and the unique aroma of guava is more intense than usual and fills the tip of the tongue.
The eldest sister is naturally warm-hearted, "Come on, I will pack it for you, five yuan a catty", while quickly helping the grandmother to pack the guava, "Can I take a picture for you?" Non-stop, grinning, grandma responded. Click, click, the camera rang, the grandma holding the scale and smiling contentedly, and ah, I am the eldest sister who is full of beauty.
Children at Lin'an Station
The slow train took us from Tuanshan back to Lin'an Station, it was already the color of dusk, we got off on the platform and bid farewell to the rice rails (the original words of a friend) that I played badly.
There are three children in front of the green gate at the exit, a young lady in a bright blue dress with long legs, a beautiful little sister with a hollow bowknot hairpin in floret pants, and a little brother in a bright yellow T-shirt and bright yellow duck slippers.
The three of them were lying on the ground playing with a bunch of red and white flowers and three tickets, as if no one else was there, they should have their own rules of the game. Head to head, shoulder to shoulder, pat here, touch there, hey, did someone lose? The little brother in bright yellow stood against the wall, the little sister in the bow tie raised a smiling face of the winner, and the little sister in the blue dress sat on the other side of the gate, carefully counting the "gamble".
Maybe it was my presumptuous shutter sound that alarmed them. The little sister in a dress looked at me a little nervously, and the little yellow duck brother flashed a pair of round eyes curiously, "Can I take pictures of you? You continue to play." The young lady looked at the two younger brothers and sisters as if asking questions, and the three of them faced me at the same time.
Click, the first one. The young lady pursed her lips and smiled with one hand on her long legs, the little sister crossed her hands and stretched forward, smiling shyly, the little brother was next to the little sister, ah, squinting and laughing to reveal a mouthful of white teeth. One is dignified, the other is shy, and the other is, ha, extremely, possessive, and expressive.
Click, the second picture. The little sister turned her head and covered her mouth with the back of her hand in embarrassment. The little sister looked at the little sister, oh, what should I do if you are so shy, and pursed her lips even more tightly. Little brother, oops, I'm really shy, covering my face with my hands.
Click, the third one. The young lady shyly turned sideways and buried her face in her long legs, the little sister turned to face the door, her little shoulders trembled with a smile, and the little brother took advantage of the situation and threw the rogue on the little sister, giggling, that's not shy, It is clearly a show for me.
The moment of the children is recorded by my camera, and I am obsessed with hoping to leave this moment to them. Take out tickets, train tickets, ID cards, all evidence that can prove that I am not Grandma Wolf, leave my name, contact information and accommodation hotel, please children let parents contact me, so that I can send them the photos.
Fortunately for me, the child's father called me at around ten o'clock in the evening. Although he had a strong accent and had some doubts at the beginning, the father on the other end of the phone quickly gave me his email address. After the photos were sent, I breathed a sigh of relief. Except for the moment of the three consecutive shots, I have never met their parents. I am just an unknown passer-by in the lives of the children. I have never met before, and I will never meet again in the future.