text/Mu Yao
2019, three years have passed. But we miss that year very much.
There were so many beautiful things that year.
for the whole year, GDP is 599,086.5 billion yuan, an increase of 6.1% over the previous year.
That year, the economy was booming.
at the end of 2, the total population of mainland China was 1400.05 million, an increase of 4.67 million from the end of last year.
That year, the population was prosperous.
That year, all walks of life were making solid progress.
That year, each of us was laughing and joyful.
It’s a pity that year, we were getting further and further away from us. It seems like I can never go back.
I still remember that in 2019, I walked on the streets of Shenzhen, worry-free. The traffic is full of traffic, and everyone's busy face is filled with the spirit of struggle.
that year, we didn't expect it to be like this now.
We will not live with masks, nor will we be helpless to get along with others.
I still remember that in 2019, my friends and I drank wine and sang songs, chatted together, and imagined the future. Now, three years have passed, we go our separate ways and even gatherings have become a luxury. None of us knows
. After 2019, it will become an era where green codes and nucleic acids are needed.
That year, " Nezha: The Devil Child Comes into the World" was released, attracting 106 million viewers and earning a box office of 5 billion. From "Nezha: The Devil Child Comes into the World", we think the movie era is about to begin, and the theaters are crowded. Unfortunately, this scene has been lonely for three years.
In 2019, the number of domestic travelers was 6 billion. On average, each Chinese went out to play 4 times this year. The industry's revenue reached a historical peak - 6.63 trillion yuan, feeding 28.25 million people with direct employment, including 38,943 travel agencies and countless hotels, B&Bs, restaurants and small vendors.
Each of us thinks that the era of industry change has officially begun, and we are working hard to create, and we all think about reintegrating our industry. Unfortunately, our enthusiasm was dispelled in an instant.
I still remember that on the streets of Shenzhen, I was eating snacks at the East Gate and didn’t have to take off my mask. Everyone is real, and everyone's appearance is warm. Now, masks block our smiles and our sorrows.
I saw the thoughts of two netizens on the Internet, which made me feel a lot and have a lot of thoughts.
Netizen 1:
I may miss 2019 more than anyone else. On February 14 that year, we ended 6 years of long-distance running in another place to get married. That year, we traveled abroad twice. That year, her career entered a new stage. That year, my dearest sister was still there. Until November 2, a month after she left, the Wuhan epidemic occurred. If she were still there, as an old doctor, she would definitely be on the front line...
Netizen 2:
Netizen 2:
on the first day of 2019, my grandfather had a stroke and was sent to the hospital. But fortunately, he happened to meet me when I went home to visit him, so I was sent to the hospital in time and I am recovering well now.
That day, my sister-in-law drove me from the countryside to the hospital. I was in a very bad mood, but the cheerful Teresa Teng was broadcasting inappropriately on the radio. Such a sharp contrast ran through my 2019. At the beginning of
, in northern India, I drove by the road full of cow dung cakes; a few months later, I drank turbid and spicy local sour wine in the extremely remote Miao village in Guizhou; in the same year, I tasted the top Pu'er in a club that was not set up in Beijing (although there was nothing special about it if I didn't drink it).
That year, it was also the first feature script completed by my brothers and I. Just when we were happy that the work was completed, the project ended in vain. Then the movie dream was shattered, and the confusion of finding a job.
The summer that year seemed particularly long, but there was no sadness. I remembered that on the first day of 2019, my grandfather was lying on the hospital bed, watching his family step into the ward one by one, and his emotions were as fragile as children.
He accepted the fact that he grew up in his own way, and at that moment, I also realized the fact that I had grown up. In this way, life gave me a shot of vaccine in advance.
, however, three years have passed since 2019. I really want to go home and take a look at the poplars at the door.
After seeing the text of these two people that day, I fell into deep thought.
Yes. If time is still there, we all want to go home and have a look.
Yes. If time is still there, we all want to talk about the good things with the people around us.
Yes. That year, Kobe is still there, and my youth is still there.
Yes. Now, we can never go back.
About 2019, I miss you so much, and I believe many people are the same as me. But I never want to mention the memories of 2019 again, because I hate the current situation in the past three years and feel even more disgusted with such a lifestyle.
The contrast between beauty and sadness is often more concerned with sad stories.
