Although it is always rainy, it is already the middle of April, and the green of Jiangnan has dyed the land, and everything has returned to life, and there are even magnolia flowers on both sides of the road. And it was in this season when the kites flew and the grass grew that I embarked on the journey back to the north again.

Before walking out of the arrival hall, I didn't feel the temperature difference between north and south at all, until the moment the automatic sensor door opened, the cold wind completely drove away my laziness in the afternoon, and the bleak scene outside the airport reminded me again: this is the Great Northeast!

I dragged my luggage and walked on the overpass to the high-speed rail station, and the cold wind on both sides kept pouring in, and I suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of running wildly on the overpass with Konishi-classmate a few months ago, and I laughed unconsciously. The "flutter" immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and I quickly made a fake gesture of rubbing my nose to make them mistakenly think that I was sneezing. Actually, I don't need to be so self-deceptive at all, because everyone is busy buying tickets, and no one will stop to see if I am a fool.

Since I didn't need to catch a plane again, I was able to walk on the flyover at my own pace this time, and although the north wind was shivering, I still wanted to take a good look at this lovely city, my second home, and I don't know when the next time I will come back.

Through the flyover, you can see the overall construction of the airport square, and some large equipment has already entered the site. Probably due to the fact that it was still in the freezing period, there were few workers to be seen at the site. Looking at the progress of this project, I guess I won't be able to complete it when I graduate. I don't know why, when I ran from the high-speed rail station to the airport, I felt that the flyover was very long, but this time it took me a while to walk back from the airport to the high-speed rail station.

The waiting hall of the high-speed rail station is full of people, probably because the facilities are not perfect, and it feels like it is not much warmer, but at least it will not be attacked by the cold wind anymore. I followed the flow of people to the ticket office, at that time online ticketing was not yet popular, and there were only two ticket windows at the high-speed rail station, and the queue to buy tickets had already lined up at the security check outside. With so many people in the background, I naturally can't take out my wallet full of "hard-earned money" with a super high sense of crisis. I put my hand into the warm underwear pocket, touched the bulging wallet, and laboriously used three fingers to clip out a "Grandpa Mao" from the opening of the wallet, I wanted to get a blue one out, but I drew a red one, anyway, it will have to bloom in the future, so let the young lady who sells the ticket make change, so I quickly zipped up my clothes, for fear of being remembered by the "caring person". I put my two hands into the pockets on both sides, one is to keep warm, and more importantly, I can hold the "red hairy grandpa" tightly.

The line slowly squirmed ahead, and I was finally able to step into the door of the ticket hall, probably because there were many small people in the space, and it was much warmer than the hall outside, and I soon began to sweat, and the Mao Grandpa in my hand was slowly soaked. Just when there were five or six people left in front of me, the staff responsible for maintaining order next to me told us to prepare change, and those who had change bought tickets first, saying that the ticket window could not be opened. The price of the ticket back to Cha Hachong is 10.5 yuan, 10 yuan in my wallet, but these five cents are really hard to find, in order to pass the security check conveniently, I have already put the coins on my body in the piggy bank at home.

I didn't have any change, so I kept running backwards and couldn't reach the window. I was a little unwilling, so I simply took off my schoolbag and began to rummage through the corners, hoping that I could find a "lucky coin". While I was rummaging through my bag, the nearest train had closed for sale, and the second train was almost sold out. Although I am not in such a hurry for a moment, I always feel a little uncomfortable watching the tickets being sold one by one. In order to be able to buy tickets, some people next to them began to exchange change with each other, or buy tickets together. I don't like to trouble others very much, so I still rummaged through all corners of my schoolbag, and finally found the golden "emblem of the Republic" in my side pocket, and then took out the 10 yuan in my wallet, and squeezed to the window excitedly......

"Lucky Coin" allowed me to buy the ticket I had always wanted, and I was able to sit and experience the feeling of speeding. The high-speed rail platform is underground and there is no heating, so it is extremely cold. After a while, the chill came up with the soles of my feet, and I shivered on the spot. Fortunately, the interval between the high-speed trains to Chahachong is relatively short, and a bell rang, and a pair of bright headlights slowly illuminated the dim platform with the carriage. The staff on the platform kept reminding passengers to keep a safe distance, but even so, people began to get excited, and the originally loose queue spontaneously formed up and slowly approached the tracks.

Because I have a ticket, I don't care if I can be the first to get on the bus, I stand at the end of the line very indifferently, and by the way, see if there are any beautiful young ladies in the line to feast my eyes on. However, I was careless......

When the train came to a standstill, the doors of each carriage opened one after another, and before the passengers inside could finish, everyone rushed up and squeezed into the warm carriage desperately. Finally, after showing the ticket to the ticket inspector, I also got on the bus with my suitcase, and when I put down my luggage and was about to pull out the lever and continue walking, I was dumbfounded when I saw the scene in front of me: the aisle was full of people and suitcases, there was no room for passage at all, and there were passengers constantly squeezing up behind me, and I was simply in a dilemma. I really wanted to complain to the conductor, but I was shy and didn't do it in the end, but a big brother next to me who had a similar experience said to me: "Fuck, how can you leave if you squeeze into this **!" I'm still in front of me! ”

"Bear with me, it'll be ...... in a moment," the train attendant who was squeezed into the corner whispered to reassure him.

I also couldn't move, and I kept muttering in my heart, and it wasn't the peak time to return to school, why are there still so many people on this high-speed train? Taking the high-speed rail actually made me feel like a green car. I glanced at the seat number of the ticket with difficulty, and then at the nearest seat number, completely gave up resistance, and obediently clubbed the aisle with everyone. The speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour greatly shortened our riding time, and the train entered the urban area of Cha Ha Chong in less than ten minutes.

The train station was still being renovated, and I followed the flow of people through one underground passage after another with my suitcase, watching the crowds come and go, and I groped my chest from time to time to make sure my thick wallet was still on me. After about 20 minutes, I finally found a familiar way around the huge underground network of the train station. Sitting on the two-dollar rail transit, the distance from the school is getting shorter and shorter. It takes about half an hour from the train station to the school, and the train station is the starting station, so I can just sit and enjoy the downtown area of Cha Ha Chong. After a day of traveling, the time was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was dark, the gloomy sky was drifting with light snow, and the scenery outside the window was bare tree trunks except for the gray buildings, and there were some snow embellishments on them. This oppressive environment made me, a senior in the middle of my graduation season, feel a little sad unconsciously: Alas, it's the last semester......