In my heart, there are two gentle towns.
Beijing, No. 22 Wangfujing Street. Beijing People's Art Theater, where I can't forget it. Every play is over, I will always stand in the human art compound and look up to see the bright moon, and the bright moonlight that has been a thousand miles away. Whether it is noisy summer, or cold winter, the moonlight is as always, and the hometown is not full.
Zhanjiang, Jinfu Automobile Theme Hotel. If you think the name is too long, you might as well call it ”small stack” like me. It is the first time to visit Zhanjiang. This small city on the shore of the South China Sea will always remind me of my yearning. Longing for this land; longing for people here; Longing, small stack, this traveler's haven.
I don't know if everyone has this feeling. In recent years, the haze in the sky has become lighter and lighter, but the haze in our hearts has become heavier and heavier. Inner volume, ”run” ...... Every time these words appear in front of you, you always feel that your nerves are stung. We need “emotional value” more than ever. Everyone needs a hot, strong, firm, and constant light that passes through the haze and reaches our atrium. Let the hidden corners of our hearts be illuminated, and let the colder heart be hot again.
The small stack is that beam of light. Or, it is the energy condensed by ignition light. The never-changing phrase ”Welcome home” when you check in is a little firelight; the cup of rich siphon coffee in the morning is a little firelight; the fruit and hot milk delivered to the room every night is a little firelight; The biscuits and drinks in the fridge were a bit of a firelight. Every wonderful little thing seemed so trivial. Together, they represent sincerity, beauty, concern and trust, and the energy field of the upward sun, which hangs over everyone's atrium.
The small stack is light in itself; the small stack is light everywhere. Every day, the bright sunlight passes through the shadow of the trees and lazily shines on the wooden floor in front of the small stack door. There are a few pairs of tables and chairs, adults and children talk and laugh, bathed in light, from dawn to sunsetthis is the natural light; In the room, in the corridor, the lamps hand-built by small stackers with auto parts emit a lightthis is the light of humanities; from sand paintings on old tiles to hand-woven bags, of course, and books written by the small stack proprietress, Mr. Yu. All that can be seen is a unique small stack of literary creationsthis is the light of literature and art; just on the first floor of the mini-lobby, the owner of the small stack cooked ginger syrup and shared it with the guests. Guests from all over the world saw that oranges and apples were also given to the owner, and cut by the owner to share with more people - this is the light of humanity.
Behind the light, what? In my opinion, is simple but not simple two words - go heart. Going heart means love, means feelings, means opening. Needless to say, the small stack's strict hygiene standards and generous room accessories and linen, the lovely message wall on the third floor observation deck alone. The small stack treats guests with heart and the guests leave their own words there. These words, or quotes, or straight to their chests. But the most moving thing I found was the date of an unintentionally glimpsed message:
In 2016.
Eight years on, I don't know how far the guest has gone, but the sentence that Ta wrote is still in the small stack, safe. Cold winter is more likely to make people feel bad.
Come here and chase a light.
Because, the stack, there is light.
Outstanding
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