Platform

I waited for the notice at home after the college entrance examination that year, and there was still no news near the beginning of school. I felt agitated and decadent during that period. My father didn’t blame me and encouraged me to retake the exam for one year. On the afternoon when my classmates started school, I picked up all the water tanks at home, cleaned the front and back of the house, and left home early the next day. I headed north to Inner Mongolia. The thought at that time was very simple. Since we had to go, we should go to the farthest horizon. At that time, I thought Inner Mongolia was the Northern Xinjiang of China, probably the farthest end of the world. I climbed the continuous green mountains, and I saw the blue sky and endless grassland. I worked as a cement worker, sold gold, and fought hard. Just like that, I traveled in the land of North China for four months. When I left Inner Mongolia, it was the winter in the north. The railway station in Hohhot was covered by a thick layer of snow. I stood on the cold platform and waited for the train. Suddenly, I was fanned up by a strong cold wind, and a flood of snowflakes rose around. That scene was like a fragment in the movie deeply branded in my memory, and even appeared repeatedly. Many years later, I can still remember clearly that I once had such a colorful platform on my way back. That is the platform of my youth. It flew like snow that day, and was so fearless. That year, I resigned from my job as a manager of a private enterprise for five years and prepared to do something by myself. At the beginning of the new century, the market-oriented business tide was still in full swing. I registered my own company and chose the health care product industry which was particularly popular at that time. After a simple market survey, I quickly positioned the company’s business on women’s slimming health care products, and imported a large number of products from Hainan duozi company. I recruited a lot of salesmen from the labor market and began to distribute goods on a large scale in my own agent areas. My entrepreneurial path is going on vigorously. A few months later, market feedback hit me hard. The efficacy of the product is seriously exaggerated by the manufacturer, and even the users will have adverse reactions. The most fatal thing was that the bankruptcy of Hainan company completely cut off my way to return the goods. Admitting the failure and destroying the source of goods was carried out at that dusk on a small wharf near Yao River. The strong smell of gasoline mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine emitted when the product was burning, choked me to suffocation. I sat down and sat on the platform of the small dock. My eyes are wet and my hair is messy. This impression is that I can still feel a little hesitation and sadness when I occasionally look back on the road, a step. That is my dream platform. It was as warm as the fire at dusk, and it was so cruel and magnificent. That was a small station 40 kilometers west of Panjin, so far I can’t remember the name of that station. In the vague impression, its last one is called ditch character. That year happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. I took a hard-seat train from Jiangnan for 33 hours to see a person. Until now, some of my old friends still refused to believe that I would go to see her regardless of everything. I remember they said I must be crazy at that time. In fact, I clearly understand that I must go. Because, she is a love in my soul. That station was not her home, but a place where we broke up and said goodbye. She goes north while I go south. Her ticket was three hours earlier than mine. When I sent her into the platform, I told the security personnel at the ticket gate that I would send her lover. The wind and sand in the North were a little hard. The long train disappeared in the vision of going north. When I was alone on the platform, I remembered that I forgot the most reluctant hug. In the winter when I came back, I divorced and began to live quietly in Jiangnan. Many years have passed, and I still live alone in Jiangnan. But many years later, the wind and sand in the small station had been blowing all the time in my life, and I couldn’t bear to disperse for a long time. I can’t tell my friends what kind of feelings I met that I couldn’t give up in my short life and at that station. Maybe, since then, I can never give her a hug, but for me, I have been there. Only I know that it is the platform I love, dancing like the wind and sand in the north, which is so deep and unforgettable.

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