You know, sometimes I’m particularly afraid of that kind of “check-in” trip.
Just like completing a KPI, I hurried to Victoria Peak and waited for the sunset among the crowd. The moment I pressed the shutter, I felt like I owned Victoria Harbor. But was that light really embraced?
I tried it once and went to sit on the top of the mountain at four o'clock in the afternoon.
The wind was so strong that it blew hard, messing up my hair and even sticking to my lipstick. There was a couple arguing next to them. What happened? It turned out that the boy chose the wrong corner of the viewing platform. I never moved, just watching quietly, watching the light in the sky dimming little by little, and then looking at the lights in the city, as if I had received an order, they all lit up with a "pop", bright and bright.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that it was not me hugging the light, but the city, which accepted me, a stranger, and hid in its arms for a while.
Is Mong Kok really "Hong Kong style"?
People on the Internet say that Mong Kok has a "retro Hong Kong style", with neon lights, minibuses, and dense signboards.
But I went during the day and the sun was very poisonous.
Many shops facing the street are open for business. Merchants selling goldfish hang bags of colorful little creatures on the frames. The light reflected from the water makes people's eyes dizzy. The ground was unclean to a certain extent, with vegetable leaves and unnamed water stains. An old woman pushed a cart and pushed past my feet without even turning her head.
But somehow I stood there for ten minutes.
Then I thought, what exactly is "Hong Kong"?
It's that kind of irrelevant indifference, hiding a little tacit order.
Even if the elevator is extremely crowded, the left side is always reserved for those who are in a hurry. When sharing a table in a tea restaurant, there were four people sitting in four different directions. They all just lowered their heads to eat the plate of rice in front of them. During this period, their chopsticks touched each other, but no one looked at the others. However, once you need to ask for directions, they will put down their spoons and say in extremely fluent Mandarin, "Go ahead and turn right, trouble."
I don't want that kind of trip where I'm well served.
I want this kind of real moment of being thrown into the market, feeling helpless.
Yau Ma Tei Temple Street, before and after dark, there are two worlds
We went there when it was still bright. The vendors had just begun to build their tents, and the iron rods made a thumping sound on the ground. It was impossible to tell that this place was a "movie filming location."
But once it gets dark, things are different.
It's not different from the "Wow, so beautiful" situation. It's that kind of thing - you will remember some people and things that should not be remembered. The lights stretched people's shadows extremely long, and the smoke from claypot rice rose up, covering half of the street. There was an old man wearing slippers, sitting on a plastic stool and falling into a daze over a bowl of wonton noodles.
I wonder what he is hiding in his heart.
Maybe he didn’t hide anything, he just got tired from walking and sat down to eat a bowl of noodles.
Repulse Bay, where Zhang Ailing visited
The day we went to Repulse Bay was actually an accident.
I originally planned to go to Causeway Bay for a shopping spree, but for some unknown reason I boarded the bus and then drove all the way south. The bus passed through a tunnel, and when it exited again, the sky and sea seemed wider and wider.
There were very few people on the beach. After all, it was the end of February and it was still a bit cold.
First, I took off my shoes. Then I found that the sand was very fine, but it was a little bit prickly on my feet. Then, I saw a sister who was a Filipino maid, and she was building a sandcastle with her two children. The children were speaking English, while the Filipino maid sister was speaking Tagalog, but the sounds they made when they laughed were the same.
The Repulse Bay Hotel is still there, the place Zhang Ailing wrote about.
I did not go inside, but sat on the bench outside, looking at the white corridors, thinking in my mind whether the sea she saw then and what I saw now were the same sea.
It must be the same piece. But it's definitely different.
Central, not only the Ferris wheel
Went to Central again in the evening.
The lights in the office building were still on, arranged in grids like a honeycomb. Some of them are working overtime, some may be quietly checking their mobile phones, and some have just been scolded by their boss.
I took the Star Ferry once, from Tsim Sha Tsui to Central, and it only cost a few dollars.
The ship was rocking extremely hard, and the engine made a loud roar, covering up everything everyone said. No one spoke anymore, everyone looked out the window. Outside the window, there are lights getting closer and closer, and the mountains on the other side are in a dark state.
That feeling is amazing.
You are not looking at a scenic spot, you are really "crossing" the sea.
Just like this sea that countless people in this city pass every day.
Top ten attractions in Hong Kong in one day?
To be honest, I only went to two or three.
Located on Victoria Peak, in Mong Kok, in Repulse Bay, in Central, in Temple Street... just counting them one by one, it seems that there are only five or six. I have never been to Disney, and I was just passing by the Avenue of Stars. I saw those palm prints, but I didn’t squat down to compare them one by one.
Because I suddenly felt that my hands should be placed where they should be.
A strong wind was blowing on the Avenue of Stars, and the light show on the other side kicked off exactly at the specified time. The laser projection was fixed on the sky, showing a bright effect. After I stood there for a moment, I turned around and left.
Turning into the side road, there is a sweet shop that is still open. Several young people who have just finished work are sitting in the shop, smiling, vying for a bowl of poplar nectar.
That picture is much more moving than the light show.
You see, what I have said so much is actually all nonsense.
There is no guide, there is no must-go, there is no must-eat.
Even if you have been to Victoria Peak, Hong Kong will not accept you because of it. Even if you miss Temple Street, Hong Kong will not reject you because of it.
It's there.
The mountains are there, the sea is there, and the tracks of the jingle car are there.
All you have to do is walk in, get lost, and find your way.
When you are tired from walking, sit down, drink a cup of frozen lemon tea when you are thirsty, and when it gets dark, find a place to look at the lights.
This city can withstand indifference, but it cannot.
So be it.
The word count should be enough. I am also tired from writing.
Next time I go there, I plan to go to Sham Shui Po. I heard that there are many old electrical appliances stored in Apliu Street here, and there is also a fabric market called "Peng Tsai", which is about to be demolished.
Want to take a look.
Not for anything.
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