Qingdao Travel Notes: Intoxicating spring breeze, humidity and waves

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GALA "Song of Beidaihe"

A "Song of Beidaihe" is given to the city where I live now - Qingdao.

I have been in Qingdao for nine months. I was in a daze during class today. I still can’t believe that I am now studying in Qingdao. I came back from having a late-night snack a few days ago and was riding my electric bike on the campus of Hainan University at 11 o’clock. Suddenly, Thinking of the "City Series" article I had thought about before, I would always forget the city I was in, so I came up with the idea of ​​writing an article for Qingdao - and then of course There will also be Tianjin, Tangshan...

I used my nine months in Qingdao to write this travel diary.

one

In my memory, the first time I came to Qingdao was in 2012.

That time, I came with my dad to do some business. It happened to be a break during the holidays when I was studying painting in Tianjin, so I drove to Qingdao.

That time did not leave a deep impression in my memory, because I only stayed here for one afternoon and left the next morning; but I still walked around May Fourth Square, the May Fourth Square at that time The square looked so big, and in my memory it was green sea water, with a fishy smell steaming into the air.

In this way, there is no longer any memory of the chance encounter with Qingdao in 2012.

The second time I came to Qingdao was September 2020 - the beginning of my university semester.

This is the first photo I took when I came to Qingdao. After driving for a day, I got off the expressway and arrived at the entrance of the university. I just started to feel fresh and took this photo as a starting point - little did I know at the time that I would be in and out of the university in the future. I have been through this door several times, but I don’t know how many stories related to me will happen inside and outside this door.

I longed for universities, especially Qingdao, which was not close to home; I was eager to leave the Central Plains area and wanted to see the distance by myself.

Like all tourists who come to Qingdao, we must see the sea - so we went to the seaside closest to our school - Old Man Shi ; I thought at the time, and still do now, that Old Man Shi and Beidaihe's Golden Coast is not much different, but the sea is clearer.

Later, Mr. Shi gradually became an acquaintance of mine. I went to see Mr. Shi at different times, with different people, saying different words, with different purposes, and with different emotions... Mr. Shi seemed to have witnessed it. Different me, and the ever-changing self.

In Old Man Shi, although it is the same sea, it is different every time I see it; just like it sees me.

"I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me."

two

Qingdao's historical heritage is not too rich, but this makes it feel like it's just a taste of things.

Walking on the road in the old city, I feel like time has slowed down. It seemed like one minute turned into one hundred and eighty seconds, one hour turned into one hundred and eighty minutes, everything was slow. Especially the orange roofs there seem to be experiencing sunset all the time.

I really like to soak in the sunset.

This is the first sunset I have watched since coming to Qingdao. Such a sunset is so majestic that it seems to burn the sky;

This is a sunset at a subway station in autumn. Such a sunset looks gentle and wants people to be immersed in the orange-purple ocean;

It was a summer evening a few days ago. Tomorrow was about to end. I came out of District 7 of the school and saw the faint shadow of the distant mountains, a sunset like prose;

This is yesterday, burning up the sky, a sunset like a magical reality. It seems that we are not in the earth, maybe in a dream, unable to walk gently into that good night.

Sometimes I envy the little prince who can see more than forty sunsets a day. How could he get tired of watching them? If the sunset is infinitely better, what about dusk?

three

When I feel so helpless and intoxicated by the spring breeze at night, I always have to walk around until dawn before returning home.

Yu Dafu's "Intoxicating Spring Breeze Evening"

The night in Qingdao is cold and emotionless, and the waves are lifeless in this cold night.

The night at Hong Kong Middle Road is a blend of roaring sounds and empty sounds; the night at Lu Xun Park is the intercourse between the rocks and the waves; the night at Old Man Shi is the tranquility of the bright moon and the sea.

When I have nothing to do or something to do, I always like to walk alone in the night, playing some music in my headphones, blending into a moment of tranquility, and making peace with this city without nightlife.

The same goes for summer.

Qingdao has been hot recently, unlike the sweltering heat in North China. The heat here is filled with water mist, which gets into your clothes or sprinkles on the pages of books. Because there is no air conditioning, you can only let the electric fan spin at will. Spread the dampness out so it's evenly distributed in every corner.

The spring breeze is intoxicating, why not the summer breeze?

I always like to sit on the balcony, reading a book or watching the rain. I can always be in a daze, feel the salty wind, and breathe in the smell of the Yellow Sea.

end

Regarding Qingdao, I don’t want to share too much. I may realize that I am neither a guest nor a host to this city. This place is just like a nomadland, so I am speechless.

Then soak in the sea breeze and feel the tolerance and growth of this city.

"A kind of decayed beauty, a kind of beauty that allows people to live in peace and sink unconsciously, can be felt in every corner of this port city."

——Yu Dafu "Intoxicating Spring Breeze Evening"