I board an open-air train, but not a car, because it doesn't go on the ground; like a raft, but not on water; like a plane, but without a cabin, and a long train; it looks like an automated conveyor belt, very long and very long Long, with railings on both sides, full of passengers, galloping in the sea of ​​clouds. When I went up with the team, I was handed a sign with the right number to be seated, but the number on the sign was erased and changed several times, so I couldn't see it clearly. I followed the vague numbers: one is the teacher's seat, which is full, and there is no seat for me; one is the writer's seat, which is also full, and there is no seat for me; the other is the translator's seat, marked with English, French, German, Japanese, Western and other country names. I have searched several places, but there is no place for me. There were many stewards in gray uniforms on the conveyor belt. A steward came to ask if I was on the "tail". There was no fixed seat on the "tail", but I had a seat card in my hand. He was going to check the book, and the other steward said, forget it, it will be there in a while. They put down a stool on the side of the conveyor belt and asked me to sit down.

I met some acquaintances when I was looking for a seat, but I was busy checking the number, and the conveyor belt was constantly running, so I couldn't move and didn't have time to talk. After I sat down, I saw that the surroundings were in good order, and I didn't dare to run around looking for people. Looking forward, I saw gray and dark. A half-circle of the red sun was faintly looming in the clouds and mist behind, as if it had just risen from the east, and it seemed to be sinking towards the west, but it did not rise, nor did it set, and it was always a swollen blush. The steward shouted "Look forward! Look forward!" to the megaphone in his hand. Most of them stood on both sides of the conveyor belt by the railing.

I quietly asked a man in a gray uniform nearby for advice: "Where are we?" He said, "The old lady turned a big somersault and still hasn't woken up! It's on the West Road." He pointed back and said, " There is the world of red dust, and we are heading west." After that, he shouted: "Look forward! Look forward!" Because many passengers turned their heads frequently and wiped away their tears.

I asked again, "Where are we going?"

He ignored it and only broadcasted to the passengers through the loudspeaker: "Passengers, get ready, the next stop is the Meng Po store. The Meng Po store is coming soon, please get ready!"

There were voices of discussion from back and forth.

"Oh, go to Meng Po's shop for tea!"

"Meng Po tea can't be drunk! Drink a cup and forget everything."

"Hey! Drink a cup of Meng Po tea, and you're done!"

"I don't drink it! What a waste! A cup of tea washes away a lifetime of experience, isn't this life a waste of life?"

"Do you still want to hold on to your precious set of experiences and live another lifetime?"

"I don't drink anyway!"

"It's not up to you anyway!"

The stewards were probably used to hearing this kind of talk, and one patiently introduced Mengpo's store through a loudspeaker.

"'Meng Po Store' is a customary name, and now it is called 'Meng Dajie's Tea House'. Dajie Meng is the most democratic, and drinking tea is never forced. Dajie Meng's Tea House is a modern building, and the cafe downstairs only serves clear tea. Clear tea may be bitter If you don't like drinking clear tea, you can go upstairs. There are all kinds of teas upstairs: milk black tea, lemon black tea, mint herbal tea, rose herbal tea, everything is available, and there are various kinds of tea food that you can take at will. If you have any comments, questions, requests, or suggestions, you can go upstairs and submit them to the responsible departments and register them one by one. There is also a TV room, where you can watch your past life with a click of your finger—you don’t have to. Concerns, the TV room is isolated, not the performance."

This prompted roars of laughter.

"I don't do anything wrong in my life. I might as well perform in my whole life." This is a rhetoric.

"You have to be appreciated by the audience! Besides yourself, you have to be loved by others!" This was a cold voice.

The loudspeaker continues to explain:

"The teahouse is not an entertainment venue. Watching TV means asking for tea. Because I can't wait to watch it, I can't wait to drink tea."

I quietly asked the man in uniform nearby: "Why?"

He smiled slightly and said, "See for yourself."

I said, "I drink tea and don't go upstairs."

He said in surprise: "Everyone goes upstairs to see the excitement."

"Can I go downstairs for tea after reading it?"

"No, there is ready-made tea upstairs, and there is also clear tea. If you go up, you won't go downstairs -- only up, not down."

I hurriedly asked, "Where do you go upstairs? Where do you go if you don't go upstairs?"

With a snort in his nose, he said, "I just follow this belt, I don't know where I'm going. If you don't go upstairs, you have to prepare early. It only stops downstairs for a while, and if you miss it, you go upstairs."

"what to prepare?"

"You have to pack lightly, and no private goods are allowed."

I glanced back and forth and said, "Who else has luggage?"

He said: "Of course you can't take your luggage, but you are not allowed to carry private goods on your body, in your head, in your heart, or in your stomach. Those who go upstairs, ask your opinions, ask questions, ask for requests, and you can't put them away when you're done. It's all down. You don't want to go upstairs?"

I laughed and said, "Drink a cup of tea, won't it all melt?"

He said, "Just forget about the tea here, and don't change it. Those who go upstairs don't need to be checked. Downstairs, they leave the station after drinking tea, and they can't pass the customs with their smuggled goods."

Before he could speak, the conveyor belt had already entered Meng Po's store. Downstairs is gloomy and deserted; upstairs is brightly lit and very lively. The conveyor belt seems to be going up. I hurried over the railing and jumped down. Feeling top-heavy, he jumped, his head fell on the pillow, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on the bed safely, and he could still hear the phrase "I can't pass the border with illicit goods" in my ears.

Well, I have a lot of private goods with me, and I have to clean up early.

I board an open-air train, but not a car, because it doesn't go on the ground; like a raft, but not on water; like a plane, but without a cabin, and a long train; it looks like an automated conveyor belt, very long and very long Long, with railings on both sides, full of passengers, galloping in the sea of ​​clouds. When I went up with the team, I was handed a sign with the right number to be seated, but the number on the sign was erased and changed several times, so I couldn't see it clearly. I followed the vague numbers: one is the teacher's seat, which is full, and there is no seat for me; one is the writer's seat, which is also full, and there is no seat for me; the other is the translator's seat, marked with English, French, German, Japanese, Western and other country names. I have searched several places, but there is no place for me. There were many stewards in gray uniforms on the conveyor belt. A steward came to ask if I was on the "tail". There was no fixed seat on the "tail", but I had a seat card in my hand. He was going to check the book, and the other steward said, forget it, it will be there in a while. They put down a stool on the side of the conveyor belt and asked me to sit down.

I met some acquaintances when I was looking for a seat, but I was busy checking the number, and the conveyor belt was constantly running, so I couldn't move and didn't have time to talk. After I sat down, I saw that the surroundings were in good order, and I didn't dare to run around looking for people. Looking forward, I saw gray and dark. A half-circle of the red sun was faintly looming in the clouds and mist behind, as if it had just risen from the east, and it seemed to be sinking towards the west, but it did not rise, nor did it set, and it was always a swollen blush. The steward shouted "Look forward! Look forward!" to the megaphone in his hand. Most of them stood on both sides of the conveyor belt by the railing.

I quietly asked a man in a gray uniform nearby for advice: "Where are we?" He said, "The old lady turned a big somersault and still hasn't woken up! It's on the West Road." He pointed back and said, " There is the world of red dust, and we are heading west." After that, he shouted: "Look forward! Look forward!" Because many passengers turned their heads frequently and wiped away their tears.

I asked again, "Where are we going?"

He ignored it and only broadcasted to the passengers through the loudspeaker: "Passengers, get ready, the next stop is the Meng Po store. The Meng Po store is coming soon, please get ready!"

There were voices of discussion from back and forth.

"Oh, go to Meng Po's shop for tea!"

"Meng Po tea can't be drunk! Drink a cup and forget everything."

"Hey! Drink a cup of Meng Po tea, and you're done!"

"I don't drink it! What a waste! A cup of tea washes away a lifetime of experience, isn't this life a waste of life?"

"Do you still want to hold on to your precious set of experiences and live another lifetime?"

"I don't drink anyway!"

"It's not up to you anyway!"

The stewards were probably used to hearing this kind of talk, and one patiently introduced Mengpo's store through a loudspeaker.

"'Meng Po Store' is a customary name, and now it is called 'Meng Dajie's Tea House'. Dajie Meng is the most democratic, and drinking tea is never forced. Dajie Meng's Tea House is a modern building, and the cafe downstairs only serves clear tea. Clear tea may be bitter If you don't like drinking clear tea, you can go upstairs. There are all kinds of teas upstairs: milk black tea, lemon black tea, mint herbal tea, rose herbal tea, everything is available, and there are various kinds of tea food that you can take at will. If you have any comments, questions, requests, or suggestions, you can go upstairs and submit them to the responsible departments and register them one by one. There is also a TV room, where you can watch your past life with a click of your finger—you don’t have to. Concerns, the TV room is isolated, not the performance."

This prompted roars of laughter.

"I don't do anything wrong in my life. I might as well perform in my whole life." This is a rhetoric.

"You have to be appreciated by the audience! Besides yourself, you have to be loved by others!" This was a cold voice.

The loudspeaker continues to explain:

"The teahouse is not an entertainment venue. Watching TV means asking for tea. Because I can't wait to watch it, I can't wait to drink tea."

I quietly asked the man in uniform nearby: "Why?"

He smiled slightly and said, "See for yourself."

I said, "I drink tea and don't go upstairs."

He said in surprise: "Everyone goes upstairs to see the excitement."

"Can I go downstairs for tea after reading it?"

"No, there is ready-made tea upstairs, and there is also clear tea. If you go up, you won't go downstairs -- only up, not down."

I hurriedly asked, "Where do you go upstairs? Where do you go if you don't go upstairs?"

With a snort in his nose, he said, "I just follow this belt, I don't know where I'm going. If you don't go upstairs, you have to prepare early. It only stops downstairs for a while, and if you miss it, you go upstairs."

"what to prepare?"

"You have to pack lightly, and no private goods are allowed."

I glanced back and forth and said, "Who else has luggage?"

He said: "Of course you can't take your luggage, but you are not allowed to carry private goods on your body, in your head, in your heart, or in your stomach. Those who go upstairs, ask your opinions, ask questions, ask for requests, and you can't put them away when you're done. It's all down. You don't want to go upstairs?"

I laughed and said, "Drink a cup of tea, won't it all melt?"

He said, "Just forget about the tea here, and don't change it. Those who go upstairs don't need to be checked. Downstairs, they leave the station after drinking tea, and they can't pass the customs with their smuggled goods."

Before he could speak, the conveyor belt had already entered Meng Po's store. Downstairs is gloomy and deserted; upstairs is brightly lit and very lively. The conveyor belt seems to be going up. I hurried over the railing and jumped down. Feeling top-heavy, he jumped, his head fell on the pillow, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on the bed safely, and he could still hear the phrase "I can't pass the border with illicit goods" in my ears.

Well, I have a lot of private goods with me, and I have to clean up early.