My sister and I met a beautiful woman on our way home. She is like an angel in my heart. I was really touched when I saw her. I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at her quietly. Then, it was raining outside, and she fell asleep next to me. I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I'll never forget it, except that she never contacted me after we got off the bus.

The car was carrying only a few people in the car, dragging its tired body and running reluctantly on the expressway, along the way? Flourishing? Cry, sigh, get angry. The carriage was horribly quiet, and a few passengers were listless, like a plague.

I'm no exception, maybe it's carsick. I have a terrible headache. I can only lean against the window and try to look at the world outside with my eyes. The deserted rice fields and small houses on the roadside flashed by my eyes without mercy, leaving no room for memories. I can't help feeling from time to time: the motherland is really big, but it can't accommodate me, a passionate young man full of ambitions.

I fell asleep unconsciously, and the car bumped for a long time and suddenly stopped moving. I was awakened by a rush, and I barely tried to open my eyes. At this time, I found that the sky was no longer bright. Instead, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and it was dark everywhere. In the dim light of the carriage, I vaguely saw the driver talking to several passengers in extremely nonstandard Mandarin.