I didn't think that there would be a solo trip, but at the end of the day, it was something I had been looking forward to for many years, so it was so natural.

After work, I booked a round-trip ticket on the Internet, thinking that even if I traveled casually, it was better not to delay my daily work. For the first time, I didn't have a place to stay, and most of my previous trips were business trips or trips with my family, so I always arranged all the details I could think of in advance, but this time, I wanted to be a little more casual.

Board the Z162, a direct train from Kunming to Beijing West, but the destination is not Beijing, but a place that has never been reached. The last time I took this kind of direct train was in Shihezi on a business trip, but I caught up with the heavy snow that I hadn't encountered for decades, and I stood with my colleagues on a snowy day for a night, and now I can talk to my friends as a joke, but I really don't know how to survive that night at the time. When I got on the bus, I saw a girl wearing a white dress and colored braids, and went down the stairs alone with a big box, frowned and stunned for a while, but took her box and helped her get to the platform. I saw her nervousness and took my ticket to her, she stopped looking at me when she saw that it was the same carriage, and followed me with her little head down and the bag in her hand. I carried her suitcase to the top bunk, and she smiled and said thank you, and I nodded in response.

Unlike most plots, this is the end of the intersection with this girl. The train started, and the mobile phone signal of Yungui's line was always intermittent, so I simply listened to the newly downloaded list of folk songs, leaning on the bed in a daze, and this leaning was in the early hours of the morning. At 03:56, the train entered Guiyang Station, this city gave me too many good memories, so that I have extraordinary feelings and memories for the people, things there, and things there. The train broadcasts a notice that because there is a risk of landslides due to the heavy rain ahead, it needs to be checked manually, so the train will stop indefinitely until notice. He sat by the window and stared at the city. will be nostalgic for the pot and rice skin of the Quanlin Pedestrian Street of the Great South Gate; I will think of drinking beer and eating barbecue with colleagues after work on Shaanxi Road; Will be greedy Erqi Road and wait for roasted brain flowers with friends, as well as Feishan Street and Wenhua Road. It's very close, and I've never been to Jiaxiu Building; Qingyan Ancient Town, where you can steal a night of leisure; In the past two years, the best choice for the night view of Guiyang, the future ark Bund is seven kilometers. These places carry a lot of memories, and you don't have to worry about time stopping here, because you can give yourself infinite tranquility to reminisce, and then lose consciousness unconsciously.

I have filled in a lot of software about footprints on the Internet, and I found that because I went to most of the border provinces on a business trip, I went to most of the surrounding provinces because of the proximity, so I filled in and filled in but only the two lakes in the central part of the country did not set foot in, and I also did not expect to enter Hunan for the first time in this state. It's just that there are not too many intuitive differences between provinces, and the mobile phone only realized it after receiving the message Welcome to Hunan. When I think of Xiangxi, I always think of the silver jewelry of the Miao girl, the barricade wine and the outstanding people here.

Turn right at the exit of Huaihua Station, walk for 10 minutes to reach Huaihua West Bus Station, the shuttle bus is full of men and women full of expectations, continue to wear headphones and look aimlessly at the scenery outside the window until the bus stops.

No need to navigate, walk towards the bustling river. Along the way, I found a young couple of the same age as me picking up photo tools in the trunk, the front window was wide open, and the two mobile phones were lying quietly in the middle of the charge, I pointed them out, they smiled and nodded and said something to me. "Ao Han" was playing in the headphones, and I didn't deliberately stop, just smiled and nodded in response, which seemed a little rude, but I always felt that this kind of smile was the beauty that can happen between strangers.

Walking through the two-storey Hongqiao, I couldn't help but think of Xitang's sending son to Fengqiao, when we ran to ask the locals on the side of the road, how to get the meaning of "to Feng", and then accidentally saw the graffiti with the same surname as us on the wall, looked at each other and smiled, so we said, let's take a photo. Walking along the Tuojiang River in the direction of Nanhua Gate, the unconscious scenery has become the background. I look at pedestrians or take pictures or laugh; I watched as the innkeeper and the hostess either greeted the guests or cleaned up the cooking; I watched the guests on the riverside balcony close their eyes or smile at the scenery.

Walking past an inn called Yashe, the name is cliché but apt, and the proprietress is helping a little girl to weave a headband. The inn is located on the second road by the river, which is not very noisy, but has a hidden quiet. I looked at the room and paid for it, and I felt a lot more refreshed when I went into the house and took a shower. There was no luggage to put in the room, just told the hostess that she would come back late and asked her to help keep the door.

Occasionally, the smell of pickled products and spicy aromas unique to Hunan cuisine came from the roadside, and I passed by a small restaurant and ordered local specialty side dishes, fried Tuojiang small fish and fried spring bamboo shoots. The temperature will make the forehead sweat slightly, and the humidity will make the shirt damp. Sitting underneath an old-fashioned bobblehead fan, the neckline and bangs will sway to the rhythm of the fan's swing. The dishes are very delicious, and I haven't eaten this pleasant feeling for a long time.

At dusk after dinner, the slightly higher position near the river was already occupied by people with long guns and short cannons. Sometimes there is no precise answer to the question of whether to take pictures of beautiful scenery or just keep impressions, to forget some past events or to remember something new. The crowd is accompanied by the sound of noisy conversations, and most places inevitably disturb the atmosphere. I didn't want to move aimlessly with the flow of people, and I couldn't go against the flow of people to go to an indifferent place, so I simply leaned over the stone fence along the Tuojiang River, watched the waterwheel being pushed by the river, and listened to its squeaky sound, which was different from the noisy human voice, which made me feel peaceful.

I've never been to a bar, and I want to go into a bar. Born rebellious, the more active the store is, the less favorable it is. So I went up along Anle Lane and back to the river, turned to Wangjia Lane Road, and saw a clear bar where there was no one, and I could see the location of Tuojiang and sat down on the street. As for the bar, I only fantasize about the 'forget it' in "Left Ear", there is a stage against the wall in the middle of the small place, and then a long-haired girl with green eyeshadow bows her head and whispers, "You are a model and I am Chanel." But right now, no one is singing, and I don't need to listen to it. The phone was on the table, and the time on it showed that it was 8:13 p.m.

The requirement for myself is not to look at my phone, and then willfully follow the bartending wine list from top to bottom. There was a time when I was obsessed with mixology, so I bought all kinds of base wines and went home to mix them myself, and in the end, I ended up with a few good finished products. The pleasure of bartending is probably not to follow the script, you can mix and match it according to your mood or according to the weather, and then there is no curiosity about the direction of expectation before the entrance. It's just that in many moments, my body easily backfires, sometimes I am very hungry but I don't want to eat anything, and sometimes I want to get drunk as if I suddenly increase my alcohol consumption. At this point, I'm in the second state.

In the early hours of the morning, I bypassed Dongzheng Street and walked to Dengying Street, where I saw a mist rising on the Tuojiang River. The originally noisy streets are no longer noisy, and the original neon bars are no longer bright, and the originally lively Phoenix has put on a different veil. Finally, it was no longer hot, and there was even a little breeze on the riverside in the early morning, but the effect of alcohol made me not feel any difference. Walking barefoot on the rocky beach, I only feel that this kind of drunkenness is just right with the foggy scenery in front of me. Looking up at the sky, I can't see the stars because it's not very clear. There were no cicadas, just running water and the creaking of someone pushing a cart on the stone road. The sentence that I forgot to read in which book suddenly flashed through my mind: who is the savior of whom.

Back at the inn, he dropped a note after nudging open the door. It turns out that it says how to judge that you are the last guest to come back: the proprietress will place a small potted plant with the number of rooms in the courtyard windowsill in advance, and when you come back, you can take a pot and put it in the house, if you take the last pot, it is the last person, then you have to lock the courtyard door. I immediately felt happy and intelligent. Set up the potted plants that represent me, lock the yard door, take a bath, and sleep.

The alarm clock goes off, push the window to see the weather, and the fog is still there. The longed-for phoenix sunrise seems to be unfulfilled, but it has long been understood that a journey with a little regret is often more worth remembering. When I woke up again, the noise was still the same, and I didn't want to mix, so I simply asked for a cup of weak tea, talked with the boss, talked about from work to travel, talked about Kunming from Japan, and had no purpose, it was really a rare relaxation mood. Say goodbye to the hostess and embark on the journey back.

is not in Jinling, and I don't know if Mr. Taibai's sentence that the phoenix went to the Taikong River artesian is appropriate at this time. Things are not people, white clouds and dogs, but the water of the Tuojiang River is still the same. More people will come here with more emotions, or silent, or crying, or whispering, and these will be taken by the phoenix, and then melt into the gurgling Tuo River, and finally into the ocean. Those emotions that are overwhelming for people are ultimately so unworthy of mention.

When I wait for you, I feel that I don't see you for a day, and when I see you, I feel that I don't see you for more than a day.