Time is in a hurry, time is light, with smoke-like nostalgia, mixed with affectionate thoughts, like a dream, but also like a wind and rain, but also scattered very quickly, a person, an umbrella, waiting for a burst of wind and rain, is the whole world.
It is the post-autumn season, the world is mostly bursts of bleak, autumn wind with dreamy colors, decorated with the season of parting, every fallen leaf, every kind of withered yellow, carrying their years. If the cloud knew, I think it would say to the season that this is the season of love, but also a person's years.
A person, carrying luggage to go on a long journey, do not know where to go, may only want to go far away, to a place I do not know. I wanted to find the scenery in my heart along the road, but too much silence made me a scenery along the way. I thought I was just in my own world, but I didn't expect that I was still the most familiar shadow in other people's stories. maybe all this is fate, the so-called doomed.
I don't know how many trains I turned around, but my mind was full of shaking sounds. At first, I opened my eyes and wanted to watch the world quietly, but after a long time, I closed my eyes. I could feel my eyelashes and collided gently, but I was tired. I don't have the energy to open my eyes any more. With the shaking, I felt as if I had gone to sleep. I just blinked, and the car stopped on a platform. I knew that this platform would stop for at least ten minutes. I wanted to get some air outside the car, so I got up and packed my backpack. I got out of the car, and the air outside was really good compared with that inside the car. I breathed deeply, closed my eyes, and felt the gift from top to bottom. People who got off and had a rest at the door boarded the car one after another, perhaps because they were so absorbed in the world outside the car that the conductor never urged me to get on the bus. Seeing that the bus was about to leave, he opened his mouth to urge the bus to leave. After getting on the bus, the car started before it reached his seat.
There were more people on the bus. Although there were a lot of people getting off just now, there were obviously more people coming up than going down. In a hurry, we always ask what life is. In fact, life is a car. We have been on it since we were born. One day we will arrive at our own platform. I squeezed through the crowd and walked in the direction of my seat. In the distance I saw that someone was already sitting on it. My seat was taken by a man of the same age. He seemed very tired and the car had just started. He had fallen asleep on the small table. I could not see his face clearly, but he was sleeping on his stomach. I think there's nothing wrong with standing after sitting for so long. Through the window, I saw the scenery of the train flying by, a little blurry and a little far away, and it dispersed far away before I could take a closer look. A shake, he did not hold steady, the body followed the rhythm of the car, shaking a few times, it happened that the shaking of the train woke him up.
He raised his head slightly, feeling very light, black hair, thick and stylish, the sea on his forehead was slightly squeezed, encountered a little sweat, then stuck to his head, with hazy sleeping eyes, a closed look around, maybe he saw me, maybe our eyes mingled together, or he read what was on his mind in my eyes and asked, "is this your seat?" Hearing his question, I smiled and said yes, he quickly got up and thought to a child who had made a mistake and said he was sorry. How could I see that no one was sitting, so I wanted to sit for a while, but I fell asleep unexpectedly. Maybe I was really too tired. Hearing what he said, and whether I had blamed him or not, my affection for him immediately increased a lot.
Like a person, or like a person, just for a moment. He insisted that I sit down, but I saw that he was really tired, so I asked him to sit down again. He shirked, but I gave way again and again, but he never shirked. After sitting down, I don't know if it was because of my appearance or because of his inner uneasiness, he didn't go back to sleep, but took the initiative to chat with me. I am a person who doesn't like to talk in my life, but I don't know why. When I see him and listen to him, I have a lot of things I want to say and listen to. I didn't expect that this lecture lasted for a few hours, and it was only when I realized that we were actually going the same way. we all have to go far away and start a place where we don't know ourselves. We talked a lot, and he stood when I was tired, and I gave way to him when he was tired. in this way, we walked together for more than ten hours. During this period, we have gone from strangers, to familiarity, and even to the point of talking about everything. I don't know where I am in his heart, but he is my friend on this road.
When I went to the bathroom, he said he was watching things for me, so I went. At the end of the car, I saw him lying on the small table, but I couldn't see what he was doing. When I came back, the seat was empty and only my bag was still there. the first reaction was where he went, not that my things were lost or not. There was nothing in the bag, just the clothes I brought out. I waited in my seat for a long time, but he didn't show up, and I didn't look for it. I just looked quietly at the scenery flashing out of the window.
The train arrived at another platform, and many people got off, and the car was a little empty. I leaned against my seat and watched the crowd disperse. suddenly, there was a knock on the window. I turned around and saw that it was him. It was just that he was outside the car and I was in the car. I saw him carrying his bag on his back. it turned out that he had got out of the car and just told me he was going to the same place with me. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I just saw his hand pointing down. I picked up my bag and pointed. He smiled and waved away. Watching him leave, I opened the bag and saw that there was a piece of paper inside, unfolded, and the black font came into view.
Hi, hello, when you saw this note, I had already got off. I'm sorry I told you I was going to the same place. Actually, I would get off early. I had a seat, but when I saw you, I had an impulse to get to know you. But I didn't know how to know you. Fortunately, you got off at the front platform and gave me a chance, so I sat in your seat. Nice to meet you. We'll see each other again if we have the chance. Seeing the contact information he left, he smiled.
The crowd outside the window began to get on the train again, and the train is about to start again. I know that this station is just a scenery after autumn, and there are many platforms and scenery in life.
(original creator: Shenying messenger)
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