城隅蚰蜒 SCUTIGERA COLEOPTRATA in CORNER OF THE CITY

Maybe it’s because I’ve been exposed to the topic of returning home last year, prompting me to sneak back to my second hometown. It’s a small town I’ve lived in for many years. It’s called Wafangdian. I lived in those years. The eastern side of the county is a typical urban-rural junction.

Did not inform anyone, quietly walked there for a whole day, hoping to retrieve the familiar shadow in memory to confirm the evidence of life. Unfortunately, once familiar scenes disappeared. A small city has already developed into a steel forest. We did not encounter familiar figures in the past. Therefore, we did not find anything. This made me question memories.

After returning to Beijing, I repeatedly thought about where my “what” was and finally realized that it only existed in time, time changed one place, and changed people in one place. Fortunately, my youth was in a great period of change in New China. When I grew up as a young man, this change was still not over.

Since then I have begun to look for memories of "there" in other cities.

This bug looks very much like a cockroach, although it doesn't meet people like it but it doesn't attack people and it's not toxic. This kind of worm is very small and afraid of people. When he was a child, he often played it with his playing staff with a wooden stick.

When I was grown up, I was like all the ideals of small local teenagers. I was admitted to the best university in the country, stayed in a super big city, had a decent job, and the income was not too much, but it did not interfere with food and clothing. For a long time, I felt that this big city was unfamiliar and icy. Although I lived for many years, I could not be familiar with it. After careful consideration, I gradually discovered that I was similar to any of us. I grew up in the corner zone of the city. I can not only touch the fresh things coming from the big cities, but also preserve the rustic warmth of the countryside. The road is not wide enough. I am willing to walk, although the land is not large can also be willing to toss with me, even if often by a small wooden stick fiddle, but as long as there is room for survival, but also live comfortably.

I used my own self-report to walk around the corner of the city, looking for the same kind, looking for memories, and looking for myself that has begun to blur slowly.