Take a book to travel

Xing Yushan

Life is like a trip, never know where the next stop will stop, but if you can't change the direction of the train, let's put down your burden, change your mood, look at the scenery outside the window, read a few beautiful poems, A sip of green tea, a cool breeze through your ears, mixed with the faint scent of tea and flowers, and a book with ink stains left in your hand. Although the journey is boring, you can find it from the book. A little warmth and fun, along the way along with the train bumps, while being amused by a few interesting words in the book, you will find that life is like this, do not care about the final return, but pay attention to all the way A drop of good...

I slowly set foot on a train. The snoring of the iron under my feet made me inexplicably feel the vicissitudes of time. I listened to the train sending a low-pitched respite, shaking its heavy body and slowly moving forward. Grabbing a railing, he walked carefully and step by step, for fear that he accidentally took me out. I looked down at the ticket and went forward. Most of the people around me were sleeping. I carefully put my footsteps lighter. The journey along the way has made them very tired, but I don’t know how long it will take. To reach their destination...

In the middle of it, I have found my seat, very good, it is a window seat. Sitting next to me is a little girl who, like everyone else, is falling asleep, and there is an adult's helplessness and tiredness on her young face. I picked up my toes and carefully squeezed in from her side and stuffed the suitcase under the seat. I sat there for a while, suddenly thinking of something, and I found a book from the backpack next to me. . On the cover, a little man with a watercolor painted his big mouth and smiled at me. I can't help but also provoke a slight resounding response to it. The book's name is Thirteen Pirates. There are no extra modifications. The only three words are enough to immerse me in the country from the country to the country. To the flow of water, my book is a testimony to me. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the book. The yellowed paper was already broken. I carefully put it together, reading it one word at a time, for fear of missing something, as if I was also in The island with only four people in the book ran along the hills full of rivers, chasing on the criss-crossing tracks, screaming in the king's castle, I was crazy enough to lie in Luska On the uphill, look at the sky, feel the grace of nature to me...

On the bumpy train, I laughed and enjoyed the beauty of the fairy tale. The tiredness and worries of my life were swept away. The rest was just the warm afternoon and the book in my hand. When the train came to the station, I didn’t realize that the time was almost over. I tried to close the book, dragging my suitcase and walking outwards, letting go, striding forward, even though I don’t know this station. Where is the way, but with the book in hand is enough, I opened my mouth, smiled at the little man who painted the ink on the book, the sun shone in, a heart, a book, life is like this...

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