City · illusion

This is the city we live in. We are busy all day long and our eyes are closed in the exhaust gas. When people walk, they capture and inadvertently pass by. While we are in it, we are unconsciously infected with assimilation and can't help ourselves. We are endowed with the unique temperament of the city.

All cities are becoming more and more similar. There are almost high-rise buildings, almost people, cities are copying, people are imitating, and the climate is getting better and better?

Everything is getting bored ......

When I was not 20, I expected to encounter such a thing. When I was young, I was infatuated with the wonders of fate, and I felt that even if it was really bumpy at that time, I could smile happily alone.

There is no reason for some things. To put it bluntly, they are all self-comforting words. Who cares about the process when they believe it? When they don't believe it, they can leave the game early before it ends.

What about people in 1970s? More, I think it's calm.

You love and hate your city calmly, and have some culture and consciousness related to you.

I think more people are beginning to find root in their cities. Look for memories and traces of life, and use the city to express your own views and meanings of the city.

The city is always the main body, and they can only be integrated into it.

I do not like the title of 1980s, but I find that there are no other words that are more relevant to people. In 1980s, we were absolutely soloism. We are better at choosing our own city, and whether we love and create, or indulge ourselves with our hormones. The consciousness of the region is fading away, and the city under our feet is collapsed one by one in the beautiful ponran image as the shallow of memory.

What we are looking for is actually the feeling. The city has become a background, and we are brand new to everything.

But where is your city that won't say goodbye to everyone?

The typical modern city faces require the city to be blurred, so the same drama can be staged in any city, because they all have the same prosperous buildings and the same surging and radical youth. It is said that a person can be shaped by the city and life, but he does not understand why, in the eyes of others, I am regarded as a different person from the thought to the soul.

I always make myself believe that even if there is darkness around me, I will also be a star with a faint light. (Laugh, it's too literary ~)

But I have never been proud of it. I am neither proud of myself nor proud of my elders.

The adults still require us to be a new generation of shanghaiese, Beijingers, and residents, and a new generation of migrants. However, the difference in life demands and cultural gaps between the two generations seem to have to dilute everything that comes from the blood. Sometimes, I am so bitter and worried that I will stay in my room to make a coush potato.

Escaping is the best medicine to fight against all pain points.

But what about later? The most failed part is not later.

I can always see many people with the same smell as me in a strange place. Some people laugh at the bugs in cities that consume youth and vigor. Of course, some people do not care how the worms try to whitewash the shells they carry. Like me, we will not take the initiative to be involved in the air of city machine manufacturing. Haha, maybe one day the gear of this machine will be stuck, maybe one day, it will be OK.

The images of all cities are vague. Therefore, many people want to pursue their own ideals. This is a lot of similar explanations that I can think.

The Buddhist saying goes that in the world, the fame and the changing of the Dynasties seem to be nothing but a flash of the spirit of the Buddha. In fact, in such a city, it is just the illusion of life.

By the way, I am in Quanzhou, a small city in Southeast China. I have been here for almost four years.