Xiao Xia, mom will stay in the big city for a few days from today. In the south at the end of summer, the air is still sticky. The group went out of the station together, there were students, youth workers, and middle-aged people, and in any case, everyone was now crowded together, their hair was greasy, and their skin was not shiny.

Mom saw a schoolgirl with cheap shoes on her feet, and Mom knew what it was like. Mom still remembers when she was younger, with cheap shoes on her feet. At that time, I worked hard, and until now, I still have thick calluses on my feet that were left more than ten years ago.

The hand is also dating, now dating, pretending that the skin of the whole body is delicate, but the thick callus in the palm of the hand is saying, Cinderella has just put away the fireplace and cleaned the courtyard.

Mom still remembers these feelings.

The big city, read in the story, is picked up by the car with the door open when you go out, it is not a fairy tale, it is a reality that can be seen everywhere here, and the greasy crowding in the queue, listening to the afternoon when the children behind you cry in the cramped environment, is also the real life of many people.

Be content and happy, and say to yourself, I am better than someone who can't afford to get a car, can't find a job, can't eat, and can't come to this flashy life. After many years, the self-comforting spirit of Ah Q will still live forever, otherwise everyone will not be able to get along with themselves.

After many years, my mother's mature heart, when facing a city, I still remember the feeling of cowardice when I was a child, and everything around me is like a small wooden stick that domesticates an elephant, and will always leave a shadow in my mother's heart.

The hope and despair brought by the big city left a scar in the heart of the girl in the cheap sandals. I thought that maybe I could try my best to experience the good things that everyone could experience in this city, but then I found that when the sun went down, my feet were already swollen from running, and my efforts became empty words, cheap sandals cut my skin, and whether a prince would come, it became a gamble that had nothing to do with the city. Losing herself, my mother always looked at that girl this way.

But the big cities are good, great. Like the transformation variety show that suddenly became popular before, no matter what kind of mountain village you come from, you will have the opportunity to take on a new look, learn aristocratic etiquette in the show, put on makeup, wash your greasy hair, and fluffy and flowing for a whole hour. This city uses magic to make you experience everything. You can make your dreams come true every day. But remember, don't get addicted, get used to the green hair, go back at night, and get back to the greasy leaning on the pillow, you won't get used to it.

Xiao Xia, grandparents' generation, is the inheritor of Ah Q's spirit, they can live well in such a big city, their hearts are down-to-earth and not impatient, because they know that greasy is better than many people, and the purpose of life is to be more than less than the above, and to be content and happy.

But it's hard for moms to do that.

Mom was afraid to show her fox tail from time to time, and lined up in a crowded line in cheap sandals. In front of him stood tall and handsome male students carrying expensive and disproportionate designer bags. Mom and he huddled together, creating an atmosphere of mutual comfort between the escapees, tacitly, and immediately became teammates, and even had ambiguous feelings. After all, everyone is pretty much the same.

In a big city, through the veil of invisible air, you can't see the real master of the city.

Xiao Xia, in the past, my mother looked down on people who hooked good and evil with rich and poor, and drew them as equals, but later, I have to say that a group of people, this group of similar people together, is of some group level.

The more relaxed group that Mom never came into contact with, who probably had less greasy hair, and who showed a little less reason to be irritable about many things, maybe a little less. Mom didn't know them like that.

Grandma often said, you have to find a way to get to know each other. Grandpa would say that there will be a way if you want to. But none of this can help my mother to remove the invisible veil and see what the different world is like, and where the people inside are hiding every day.

Inspirational words are too abstract for my mother, ambition and desire, my mother has it, and the Cinderella who gritted her teeth on TV in the books is the same as my mother, but my mother has no playwright to write a lingering plot and a happy ending for herself, and my mother's heart is facing a real and magnificent big city. Mom never knew when, where, with whom, or what to do, in order to lift the veil and get a glimpse of what was in the heart of the city. The words of encouragement that grandpa said were the same as chanting scriptures, and I couldn't hear what I was saying in a blur, and my voice faded away without a trace of echo.

Mom stays on this side, we seem to be the kind of people who hate more, after getting used to hate, we are not very willing to change, Mom has been one of them for a long time. In order to survive, I really can't take care of so much, greasy or not greasy or something, bad temper, startled or something, everyone is huddled together, what can be done. Mom doesn't blame the world on her side, nor does she blame herself for being once herself.

Big cities are compatible, the world is on the left, the world is on the right, and the fun is also harmonious, as if nothing is wrong.

In the heart of this bustling city, there is a fake and quaint man-made walled city, and there is a chain of fast-food cafes here. Turning around, it always seems to be a storyline that doesn't fit in place at all. Now my mother sits in the café, looking at the classical building, through the gray glass window, looking at the people living in this big city, it feels as if she has lived in this city for a long time, and she has been looking at others for a long time, but in fact, she has stayed here for no more than 20 hours.

Sitting next to my mother, I heard that there were two local girlfriends, who were different from my mother's previous impression of women in the city. Even though they were in the coffee shop, they sounded as if they were drunk. When discussing marriage, we must look at the other party's economic conditions, and discuss how the family does not give them relief and face. Big cities, small places, and older women's discussions are mostly stagnant in the scope of these topics. Mom was a little disappointed.

Later, my mother thought that maybe we had been looking at ordinary life too stressfully. Thinking, confusion, is the daily life that we should have, it seems to have the essence of irritability, but since it is daily, we have to live like this every day, so it is best to be bitter and sweet, savor and enjoy this boredom, maybe it is a good way to digest.

After eating a snack and drinking, my mother was ready to leave the big city, and when she left, she was just in time for the traffic jam, and the rows of cars, no matter whether they were good or bad, had to be lined up with each other, crowded tightly, and it was impossible to even add a stopper. Big cities, everyone flocks to them, there are more opportunities, and there is more time on the road. My mother thought to herself, when I come to the big city, I will also buy a car, and I will be in this queue, lying on the road and blocking it indiscriminately, and at that time, I will tell myself that this city already belongs to me.