The car rolled along the track, and it was already late at night, and the car began to quiet down. The train lingers on the edge of the city, and occasionally it can see a few flashing lights, which seems so boring. Maybe I slept too much during the day, which gave me enough energy to watch the whole return trip. Everyone in the car is sleepy, and the world outside the car is peaceful and quiet. I have always had an idea: I just hope to wait until dawn. I didn't expect to get what I wanted tonight. I used to think it didn't light until 5 o'clock. I didn't see it until tonight. It will light up at 4: 15. As the saying goes, it is dark at dawn, but it seems too late tonight. Unconsciously, I arrived in Xinyang, and the senior sister next to me didn't seem to wake up. Fortunately, there is a schoolmate who didn't sleep in the middle of the night next to her, so that she won't be full of sorrow when she stood on the bus last time. After all, not everyone is asleep, and someone may appear to wake you up.
The car passed station after station, up and down, but there were fewer and fewer people in the car, which seemed a little sloppy. There will always be people going up and down during the journey. The more you get to your destination, the fewer people there will be, but don't worry, because someone will accompany you to the end. Accompanied by the train, there is the rising sun in Ran Ran, Ran Ran. It's getting brighter and brighter, and you can already see things outside the window. A mountain is coming slowly, powerful and powerful, which makes me eager to see this behemoth clearly. So I stared at him, and he finally looked into my eyes. However, in an instant, he jumped up behind me and watched Dashan leave, but I never saw his face clearly. He remembered the admission notice of that year, and looked forward to it for a long time, but only left the memories of the next moment. I looked down and wondered if the distant mountain was also the object of some fool's gaze in the next carriage.
There is no moment to look up at the sky humorously to surprise me! Today's sky is blue, like blue crystal, delicate. Of course, there are many clouds. Are you like me? Haven't you seen these lonely clouds? They keep the same speed as the train. We saw the mountains leave, but we didn't notice the white clouds. Feel it, I took out a book "Low Eyebrows" borrowed from the library and opened a page casually. When I saw writing Sanmao literature, my sadness was between the lines, and my heart was sad for a while. Suddenly, my eyes went black and a series of harsh voices appeared. I am eager to read the following, but the darkness is so long that it seems to extend infinitely and hurt people's whole hearts. Now I have a superficial understanding of the days like years. The tunnel finally ended, and the long-lost light stung my eyes. Darkness came at the right time and prevented me from being swallowed up by light. The timely darkness in life is the most sincere lesson for us.
The train finally entered the boundary of Hubei, and I felt a sense of belonging. The flight attendants began to collect garbage. There were few people on the bus, so he did it very neatly. In the blink of an eye, he threw away a bag of food on my desk. You know, that's the only dry food for me 14 hours In this way, he threw it away as garbage without mercy. What we cherish is just rubbish in some people's eyes. Fortunately, he didn't kill my book, after all, some things are still related.
The train on the track will soon enter his terminal, Hankou Station, and die under the shackles stipulated by people. But my journey is still going on, and I still have to go. The word "Lu" is of great significance in this era, and Mr. Lu Xun has made the best definition of it. The road was built by people. However, I have a little idea of my own. The way to split the road in two is "foot" and "each", which means to walk out with your feet. This is like saying that everyone's way out depends on their own feet, just like taking a train together. Everyone is completely different, at least everyone's neighbors are different.
Trains have their own tracks, even if other cars pass by occasionally. We should go our own way, whether it is famous in ancient and modern times or rich. We can only look, not describe. We have been moving forward, leaving many deep or shallow footprints on this road. As time goes by, layers of dust cover our past. We galloped along the road pioneered by our predecessors, but we never thought of letting ourselves go like this. In this sense, murderers may be more advanced, but they do not pay attention to the rules of the game, so they can only be eliminated early. We all long for unfettered freedom, but this is just a bargaining chip in the rules. If we go our own way, we will get very little, but this does not prevent us from making efforts to move forward.
The distance a person walks is very important to his voice, because he can only understand it if he walks. I can't forget the surging feeling of rapid heartbeat on the Yellow River Bridge, and I can't erase the feeling of oxygen inhalation on the snowy mountain. Is the hot sand in the desert comparable to a stove? At the end of the sea, the wonder of yacht flying in the sky is not imaginary. We are unique because we have stepped out of our own pace. Because we understand that even if we put aside everyone's advice, as long as our feet are still walking, there is a road, and the end of the road is still a road.
The train is still running. I am glad that in this exciting youth, it left me a beautiful journey, with my full hope to the horizon, with no beginning and no end.