station

station

Standing at the station waiting for the Kxx road bus, the rain is interpreting the autumn with a few minutes, a car passing by in front of my eyes, the dead are like this, the crowds come and go, I don’t know where these people will be in the next moment. I don't know if these people will meet me again. If they are still here, will they still remember?

A car passes through the passengers and has a good order. People rushed past, a car came over, left, and then the next one. Cycles again and again, although people are different, they look so similar. Anxious, sad, sad, happy filled the station, the faint moonlight sprinkled on the dark asphalt road, sprinkled among the sentimental hearts of people. With only the moon, the steps of the bluestone slab and the deep station remember the history. The night sky, the moon, the station, the car, the people actually formed a leisurely and peaceful painting.

Getting on the bus, leaving the station that had been stationed for a long time, it seems that I am already alone. Sitting in the mottled chair and looking out the window, I don’t know what to meet next, what I will see. Suddenly I thought that life is not like a car or a car, no one will know where to stand next, what will be done at the next stop. Will you be separated from the people you know at the next stop, and will you know each other again?

There is also an old and a small in the car, one long and one young. The little girl is playing in the car, the old man is sitting in the air, watching the old and the young, the heart is twitching, the little girl is old, isn’t the old man the same, the old man is not the same as the little girl when he was a child. . This is life like a dream. What I think about today is a coincidence.

The car stopped and got off, and the open umbrella disappeared in the dark night, leaving behind the twists and turns of the fate.

Maybe different people will have different experiences, but there will be a similar life.

Although the car stopped, I met my confidant on the trajectory of life.

Third day: Wu Xuwei VIP