Dormitory: the epitome of an era

On a cold night, I passed the dormitory where I had lived for many years. Stopping and looking, I saw a dark building silently, and some windows were wide open, hanging in the air. Have a empty, people have changed feeling. This three-story Soviet-style building seems so small, so old and so vicissitudes in the buildings with high buildings, which seems to be incompatible with this era. The bustling scene of the past has vanished, and the crowded scene has gone away. Only a lonely building stood quietly in the cold wind, looking up at those far-away children. A cold wind blew, making the building more gloomy. Scenes of the past came to my mind again. More than a decade ago, it was from entering this building that I entered this city, which opened my life. Since then, I began to struggle in a foreign country, leaving my green face, footprints of struggle and my stumbling steps here. Pure friendship was left here, and laughter seemed to be still echoing in the building. At that time, there were more than 200 rooms in this three-story building, each of which had an area of 18 square meters. There were four people living in each room, and all the rooms were basically full, with about 1,000 people living in it, among them, there is a female dormitory in the west of the third floor. There are welfare facilities such as water room, canteen, reading room and TV screening room in the building. At that time, we could say that we ate a pot of rice, drank a pot of water, watched the same TV play, worked in the same factory, and sucked the same air. They didn’t know each other, but also seemed to be familiar with each other. They carved familiar faces, so that they even couldn’t name each other when they met, and they also knew that they belonged to the dormitory. A kind of intimacy came into being. Get along day and night, passing by, like brothers and sisters. People living in dormitories can be said to come from all directions, from all over the world, with different accents and dialects. Some graduated from colleges, some changed jobs as soldiers, some took over, some implemented policies, some practiced, some studied (Qinghai aluminum Commission training Technical School), some came from rural areas, some came from cities, some on black land, and some on Loess Plateau. They gathered together because of the same goal. There were long-lived guests and hurried passers-by who got together because of fate. At that time, they were all vigorous young people, struggling in this land with ideals and dreams. Unconsciously, The Edge gathered and dispersed. Some of them had a good career, some had a family and a career, and they all went out of the dormitory one after another, starting another journey of life. Time went by quietly, and there were fewer and fewer people living in the dormitory. Later, some rooms were rented out, and later, most of the rooms were rented out (doing retail stores, running study classes, opening karaoke halls, etc.). Later, it will be rented to migrant workers, migrant workers, nursing homes, chessboard houses, intermediary companies, etc. Later, the building was silent and dilapidated, waiting for demolition. The dormitory is also full of bustle, calm and desolate, and its nature is broken silently from the semi-commercial commercialization of residence. People who walk out of the dormitory are also getting old from their youth and Prime. The development process of dormitory witnessed the development of an era and the growth of a generation. The past prosperity and the scene have gone away. What remains in my mind is lingering warmth and several bitter memories.

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