Pingguo remembered an essay he had written, the title of which was: Unintentional Clouds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the prose, Pingguo sighed like this:

It is true that sometimes you cannot resist reality, but you can ignore it, sometimes you can ignore people's judgments but cannot make people stop talking about you, sometimes you are frustrated, you have mistakes, misfortunes and even serious blows, and you know that crying alone will not solve everything.

Only by learning from the pain, finding your position again, determining your role, and opening up a new life.

At this time, you have a deeper understanding of life: more awakening, more maturity, and a more thorough appreciation of the connotation of success.

So, you know, no matter when and where, never forget to bring your sound and flexible mind, so that you will be a true wise man.

When you read all this, you will be liberated.

Isn't it? It's like fog, thinking it is covering the peaks, but in fact it dots the peaks.

If what you yearn for is that kind of quiet and far-reaching life, and you want to be that unintentional cloud, then what can the fog and mountains do for you? You will be a new self-improvement and service to the society!

Hehe, think about Pingguo at that time, just a little bit of life experience, so I often sigh.

She often overlooks Tonghai City, where she has lived for nearly 20 years, and understands her charm.

In her eyes, this city with a 3,600-year-old history is both secular and transparent.

When Pingguo's family first arrived in the city, her father took her to ride a bicycle to the ruins of the Shangdu 3,600 years ago to pursue her dream.

It wasn't until I grew up that I didn't know that 3,600 years ago, Shang Tang built a capital in the early days, with an area of about 25 square kilometers, which was the largest and earliest royal capital in China, and the first ancient capital in history to be built with a city wall, even far larger than the ancient Babylonian city (contemporary).

The ancient capital city is composed of an outer city, an inner city, and a palace city, and the layout is strictly organized.

What Pingguo saw is a part of the inner city wall, which is now planned by Tsinghua University and invested by the city government, it is like a green necklace dotted with 12 pearls, which is the City Museum, Sunset Building Park, Bauhinia Mountain Park and so on.

Many bronze, porcelain, jade and other exquisite relics have been unearthed, and many handicraft workshops, burial areas, and sacrificial sites have been excavated, so the city has been declared one of the ancient capitals of China.

Only then did she feel a little proud in her heart.

Looking up at the sky, it seems that the world outside the sky is more beautiful, unpredictable, and mysterious: the white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the horses are running under the white clouds...... This lullaby that Pingguo has heard since she was a child evokes her infinite feelings and memories......

Maybe it was because he was born in Chongqing, and Pingguo disdained the city since he was a child...... City man. In her eyes, every city man seems to be a "profiteer" who feels good.

There is a fable about a king who had only a beautiful princess, and she used to go to the well to play with the "golden ball". One day, the princess's "golden ball" fell into the well, and she cried sadly, and the frog in the well was woken up and helped her bite and throw out the "golden ball", but there was one condition that he would live with her, eat and live.

When the princess got the golden ball, she got disgusted with the frog and fled. Unexpectedly, the frog chased all the way to the palace, and he was cheeky and had to eat with the princess and sleep together.

The king said, "What you have promised must be done!" The princess had no choice but to eat with him at a table.

At night, the frog had to go to the princess's bed, but he was too tired and too small to jump on it, and he looked very pitiful, and begged the princess.

The princess hesitated for a long time, but then made up her mind: I must keep my promise.

So, the frog was put on the pillow - and at that moment, the frog suddenly turned into a handsome prince: it turned out that an abominable wizard had trapped the prince with a spell, and only the princess could rescue him!

…… The princess and the prince finally live happily and sweetly in the end.

After reading this fable, Pingguo always felt that the men in this city were like the frogs: they always had to be exchanged before they were willing to help others, a typical portrayal of the image of a shrewd, cunning, and persistent businessman who was pitiful and sympathetic.

In particular, since the reform and opening up, urban businessmen have taken advantage of the transportation hub, going north to Heihe, south to Guangzhou, east to Shanghai, west to Urumqi, small business in exchange for big business war, reproducing the economic prosperity of 3,600 years ago.

The city filled with gunsmoke seemed to be a real battlefield every day, and everyone was loading and unloading ammunition, raising guns and strafing, trying their best to win every war.

As a result, large wholesale markets, car markets, trade centers, etc. have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, breaking the ground, and the momentum is unstoppable.

In this kind of commercial and trade city, which has more than 100 large shopping malls and dozens of large-scale trade and wholesale markets and has a permanent population of only 5 million, it has stood in the position of the leader of large-scale development, and in addition to Shenzhen, which immigrant city, is there any provincial capital city with a small urban area that can still retain nearly 10 million floating population? In particular, on those prosperous trade routes, people come and go every day, bustling and bustling, and people who have been digging for gold in the past have really made a small number of urban men take the lead in becoming rich.

As a result, the city man who "businessman values profit over separation" and is free and easy is suddenly divided into three types of people by Pingguo:

A kind of man, trapped in the spiritual homeland accumulated by a long history and culture, proudly argues: Why are we the mothers of the Chinese? Most of them live on the level of poverty alleviation, and their hearts are unwilling to be lonely, but they despise the poor knowledge and vulgar behavior of those "nouveau riche" throughout the country; they proudly guard their spiritual homeland, after all, there is a vast and profound so-called humanistic culture, but their own family is so poor and exclusive to the poor cultural race. Only a few cultural people can go to a dirty, humble restaurant or teahouse to eat a bowl of mutton stewed noodles or drink a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Of course, this is not possible, and it is not a long-term solution. What should I do? I have to try my best to "sugar daddy", although I despise it spiritually, but I have to live honestly in reality, go to the sea - sugar daddy;

A kind of man, who is sloppy and lazy day by day building the "Great Wall", the quintessence of China, despises the outsiders who come and go from the north to the south in a macho voice, and who are higher or lower than them: look at the roughness and informality of the northern man, and look at the feminine and bird-like style of the southern man! They have private cars, private houses, and people who work for them, and they only need to go to their own "point" in the morning, and their spare time is dinner, bathing, massage, pedicure, and construction." The Great Wall", belonging to the nouveau riche clan of "the golden phoenix flew out of the chicken nest", enjoy it - indulge;

There is also a kind of man who dreams of "Sister Lin falling from the sky". They longed for the "stuffing" to fall from the sky and smash right on top of their heads. Although there are many more ideals and dreams than diligence and hard work, God just does not open a window for them, let alone another window. In any case, these masters are running around happily all day long, enthusiastically helping others - those floating populations also have to survive, or a cup of tea, and carefully reading the newspapers that are also famous on the world's circulation list, it is not leisurely, comfortable, and helpful - leisurely.

You know, Pingguo was born in Chongqing, the foggy capital, and likes clear water, green mountains, moist air and dreamy mist, and loves red peppers and white crystalline rice.

However, she couldn't be stationed alone in the fog because her father's unit had to be transferred to the city.

At the age of 8, Pingguo cried and screamed as he was dragged onto the train by his father, who was dressed in military uniform. Fortunately, she was soon fascinated by the new environment: the swaying train for three days and three nights, the endless tunnels through the mountains, the three-story bed, and even the tomatoes and eggs in her sick father's bowl, as well as the long noodles and wine-red dates, all outlined the excitement and yearning of her childlike heart, and even the little roundworm in her stomach......

The approaching city doesn't seem to be so disappointing and terrifying.

It's just that Pingguo still has a condescending look, looking at the men and women of the city from afar, alienated from each other's feelings.

In fact, Pingguo couldn't figure out why it was so difficult for her to identify with the humanities there, and why couldn't she inherit and carry forward such a profound and long-standing history?

After many years, Pingguo still feels that he is still a wanderer in this trade city.

has always rejected everything in the city from the bottom of his heart, especially when he was looking for a love partner, Pingguo has a belief, that is: resolutely do not consider city men, so let Battle take advantage of it.

Pingguo doesn't like the wind and sand here, doesn't like the cold here, and doesn't like the earthy tone of the people who speak.

Pingguo often thinks that if the future is full of such a taste at home and outside the home, it is better to die! After all, the wet, dreamy, and beautiful future is still so far away.

In the future, Pingguo at that time was very confident that all the good things would belong to him.

Therefore, Pingguo and the eldest sister did not follow their parents to continue their "southern expedition and northern war".

To say, the coconut city where my parents are going to was also a foothold for my father's "Southern Expedition and Northern War". During the Liberation War, my father was an officer in the army that liberated Hainan Island.

In fact, at the beginning, the city that Pingguo was most unaccustomed to was the nourishing stewed noodles filled with "Yufengyuan" in a sea bowl. But now she can swallow that bowl alone, and often enjoy it together.

This is not just because the owner of the "Yufengyuan" nourishing stewed noodles on Huaihe Road is a man of great taste...... He likes to raise bonsai and appreciate calligraphy and painting, so the restaurant makes him decorate it like a bonsai garden in Hangzhou Park, and because in the sound of the babbling stream, diners can leisurely look down and enjoy the white quail eggs, red wolfberries, green coriander vegetables in the sea bowl, and one-third of the soft mutton slices in the thick mutton soup, two-thirds of the braised noodles with wide strips, plus pale yellow ginseng or angelica slices, hehe, no one can resist this salivating temptation, right?

Even the most unaccustomed and repulsive dialects often despise her, reject her, and prevent her from tasting its connotations. To be honest, Pingguo has never been able to tolerate that kind of earthy tone, not because it is too infuriating to learn.

Or perhaps, in Pingguo's subconscious, he didn't think about learning it at all?

When she was a child, Pingguo thought that if she came from it, she would learn it, but after several setbacks, she just couldn't learn it, and she was always ridiculed by city people. Sarcasm. Despise.

Pingguo made up his mind: he didn't bother to say such ugly words!

There was once a crosstalk joke that said: The most concise dialect spoken by Chinese is the language of this city.

Say: When I got up in the middle of the night, the people in the other room heard the movement and asked, "Who?"

Answer: "Me!"

"Laos?"

"Pee!"

Hehe, indeed, most of the men in this city speak simply and neatly, and act decisively. Words like delicate and soft are hardly in their dictionaries.

Yes, they have vast yellow soil, yellow crops all over the field, and thick and clotted rivers, so what are they afraid of? The so-called water and soil on one side and people on the other side are naturally calmer and gentler than the northerners, and they are more generous and tough than the southerners.

However, the dry air and the short spring created their irritable temper.

Occasionally, someone is quite self-contained, but also because of the cultural shaping of the hometown of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

In this way, Pingguo had no choice but to get together with Battle.

Yes, two strangers got married in Tonghai City.