Far away

I went to the distance in the morning light countless times, holding the sandwich I just bought in one hand and my computer bag, jeans and flats in the other. Every time I set out, I was full of hope. When the eye contact with the sun at that moment, the pace is extremely firm. Because I know that the pursuit on the road is to better grasp their own life.

The railway station is full of people at any time, and too many people like me go from one place to another in order to live and work. On the way here, the taxi driver was a very kind man. We didn't talk. He asked me softly, "to catch the train?" I smiled and replied: on a business trip. In fact, people and things in the world exist amicably around us all the time, but sometimes we forget to feel them in a hurry.

Pedestrians with backpacks gathered at the railway station from different places to go to different places, old people, young people, young girls, middle-aged people, and everyone had their own direction, with a certain desire in their hearts. Ever since I was a child, I have known that I belong to this kind of person on the road. Study, business, writing, life, everything is inseparable from going far away.

Open the notebook, put on headphones, the single cycle "Scarborough Fair", the train starts in the morning light, the tracks continue to extend in front of the road, each sleeper is a carrier of strength, we are like this section of sleeper, carrying a lot of burden in life.

Just sitting by the window, the city's tall buildings are gradually moving away, the sun is projected on the computer through the glass window, the fingertips are in line with the temperature of the sun, and the words under the finger are moved. Occasionally, will be very emotional, moved by everything in the world.

The gentle music combs my heart, and the words blend with my life in a special form. I often indulge in the pleasure of writing, like bees smelling flowers, the kind of selfless pursuit and digging.

Far away, it is not a place to live, it has hope and request. Everyone who goes far away is with good hope and satisfaction of his own demands. Perhaps to make a living, perhaps for feelings, but also just to relax, although the purpose is different, but the desire hidden in the bottom of my heart is the same, that is to be satisfied with a certain purpose.

"Scarborough bazaar", brought me into a mood, as if walking in a market town, fresh bazaar has the most real breath of life, sunshine, air, vegetables, mood. In our lives, we all have such a market in our hearts, where there is no rush, there is freedom and the scent of flowers. I think that when I am on my way to the distance, I am also building a poetic life market for myself. Brick by brick, plant by tree, collected from different places, one day the life you want will come. This is why we go far away to build the life we want.

The train is running, and my heart moves with it. In the fields in the suburbs, large tracts of wheat seedlings are green. The field of hope has the best wishes in the world. Cities and villages appear alternately in the line of sight. The car is not full, there are still many seats, remembered a sentence: the road is not crowded, but you are not persistent enough. If, in order to want the life, adhere to pursue, no matter how far away, I think, there must be light ahead.

If one day you meet a woman typing in a white shirt on the train, please come and say hello: where are you going? I will tell you softly: far away. Walk firmly in the foundation of life, in order to be able to hold fate in your own hands. Write firmly at the end of the pen, in order to be able to leave a line of footprints in the world, indicating that the world, I have been.

The distance is not far, it is at the foot, at the end of the pen.

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