According to the stop sign, I found an empty seat in the waiting room. People waiting for the bus talked happily in different dialects. I unloaded some heavy packages from my shoulders, took a long breath, stretched myself and sat down. The clock hanging in the hall pointed to 4: 20 and left the carriage for more than an hour.
The waiting crowd began to prepare for the station. I looked at the orderly queue and was too lazy to move. Soon the crowd was stirred up. I turned to look at the electronic display. It turned out that the train was late, and many people had to drag their luggage to find seats again. After more than twenty minutes, the late bus finally came as expected.
1, the girl with long hair by the window
I pulled into the station with my luggage on my back and hurried across the corridor. I saw the train standing by the platform winding like a long queue. Autumn rain is like smoke, and the chill is coming.
Walking into the carriage, a girl with long hair by the window bumped into my sight. She enjoyed the scenery leisurely. Her dress is fashionable and simple, with beige gauze skirt, black stockings and long-sleeved denim jacket. I walked past her, quickly found my bunk and threw my luggage up.
I sat on the bunk and looked at the girl again. She is pure and flawless. Such a girl is so rare that I can't help staying on her face for a few more seconds. The lines are very soft, a face without makeup, phoenix eyes, a high nose, a small and beautiful mouth, and what is particularly striking is her supple long hair. What a clever girl, she knows the basic laws of aesthetics, and she knows how to combine classicality with modernity perfectly. I sigh in my mind that youth and nature are the best capital of beauty.
There are such beauties between heaven and earth. What does she do? White company professional model, fashion designer ... I really can't locate her accurately. I laughed at myself. I have been read by countless people for decades. How can a beautiful woman easily arouse my curiosity? I don't know how to laugh at me if she sees through it. I collapsed in bed with my eyes closed.
The song echoed in the carriage, and every word was so clear. Who is listening to this song? Why is it so loud? I opened my eyes, turned around and found that the girl with long hair was enjoying the Song Like dance music that nobody appreciated. I can't help but frown. This is a public place. The old lady in the lower berth opposite looked at her discontentedly and covered her ears with her hands. There is no sound in the car except the melody of music. Perhaps it was this special atmosphere that made her realize. She glanced into the car and turned off the music.
Just when I was secretly happy, the girl started calling again. Her words were shameful, and the last sentence "Go to hell" was loud, bright and vicious. At the moment, she is sweeping the floor politely. Who offended her? Less than a second after she answered the phone, another phone call came. This time, she is completely different from what she just did. She is gentle and gentle with a shallow smile on her face. "Don't think so much, good health is the most important thing. You see that you are all right, what else is there to worry about? "
I really don't understand what kind of girl this is. Can we simply identify her as a good girl and a bad girl? I can't. Selfishness, conceit, kindness and sincerity are harmoniously unified on her. Perhaps this is the diversity of human nature.
2. Middle-aged people who snore like thunder
My lower berth is a middle-aged man with a wide face and a knife-shaped eyebrow. When I got on the bus, he leaned on the bunk and looked at his mobile phone, his legs hanging on the edge of the bunk and kept shaking.
Jingmen station arrived and the girl with long hair got off. Darkness made all the nocturnal creatures fall asleep, and the carriage gradually became quiet. I close my eyes but I can't sleep. The sound of the lower berth is like the tide, and the waves are getting higher and higher. It is difficult for the sound of rail friction to compete with the snoring of wide face. The sound is so harsh and rhythmic that it seems to tear a gap in the night. For a person who is prone to insomnia, this note is really a torture. I really don't know if we were sitting on the train if it wasn't for the bumps when the train turned.
When I was a child, I also heard my father snore. After my little brother and I were crazy outside the door, we heard an unusual sound, loud and rhythmic. We ran back to the house and found our father taking a nap. We stood quietly watching him lying on the cane chair, his mouth slightly open, his chest undulating, and he exhaled a heavy breath from time to time, forming a powerful voice. I was surprised at this discovery. No wonder my father, a scholar, has great strength. It turns out that his snoring is so SHEN WOO. At that time, we were too young to understand that my father's snoring was caused by fatigue. Hearing his snoring, I feel very manly.
A few years later, my father died, and I can't hear that long and loud snoring anymore.
As the saying goes, eating and sleeping is bliss. I always envy those who can eat and sleep when they are hungry. I grew up weak, ate very little, and was very picky about food. I haven't changed much since I grew up. I didn't eat raw seafood, my diet was too narrow. Alas, I am destined to be a gourmet in my life. Then settle for the second best and be a sleeping fairy. Men eat and women sleep. A woman who can sleep is happy. I don't know this, but my hopes are dashed. It's not that I'm energetic or that I'm too sensitive. Growing up, I was not used to going to bed early. Although I understand that going to bed early and getting up early is good for my health, I still can't do it. Thinking makes people nervous most, so I don't like sleeping in bed with my eyes open. It seems that it is difficult for me to have such a blessing in my life.
I toss and turn, feeling that time is extremely difficult, and I only hope that this distant journey can end in an instant. The man in the bunk opposite can't sleep either. He read magazines, put them down and played mobile games by the light of a flashlight. The old lady in the lower berth tossed and turned, got up and sat for a few minutes and then fell down with her clothes on.
I know that everyone can't stand this thunderous snoring like me, but no one wants to wake him up rashly. So, I have to try my best to divert my attention.
When the conductor changed the ticket, the wide-faced man sat up and could see that he was in a good mood. After changing the ticket, he began to talk to the old lady in the opposite shop and asked her where she got on the bus and where she was going. Ask the old lady if she is sick? The old lady chatted with him without saying a word, yawning from time to time. I think he must be surprised at the old lady's listlessness. Where did he think that the old lady was so depressed because of snoring?
3. Innocent and lovely little boy
On the upper berth are a young brother and sister and a boy of two or three years old. The boy is dignified and strong, and he is very lively. There are always endless questions, and my brother and sister try to answer his questions. Even so, the little boy is still a little dissatisfied, sometimes muttering in a low voice, and sometimes saying loudly that it is not like this.
I remember my son was very clingy when he was a child, and there were always so many problems in his naughty little brain. I've always thought I'm well informed, and sometimes it's inevitable to make a fool of myself in front of my son. At first, I tried to convince him of his dissatisfaction, but I tried my best, but I didn't succeed. Later, when I met his dissatisfaction, I stopped sticking to my opinion. After discussing with him, I asked him to give his own answer. Every time this moment, he shook his head and described it solemnly. That look really makes people laugh After he started reading, I bought several copies of "100,000 Why" to show him. At this point, I was liberated from his endless questions.
The young man can't stand the snoring from his broad face. He got down from his bunk and sat by the window, his face facing the window.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Little nephew poked his head playfully.
"Stop fooling around and go to sleep." The woman patted the boy on the back to coax him, but the boy refused to sleep.
"I'm looking at the scenery." The young man looked back at his little nephew and smiled.
"Uncle, I want to come down." Little nephew stretched out his hands.
"What are you doing down there?"
"See the scenery with you." When this statement came out, the two brothers and sisters couldn't help but be overjoyed. The young man went to the bed and scraped his little nephew's nose with his finger. The little nephew bowed his head and kissed his uncle.
What children say really makes people smile. I can't help thinking, how many people are willing to accompany us to see the scenery on the road of life? When my son was a child, he followed me through many places and saw many scenery, and he was very happy every time. When he was two or three years old, he ran in the square of the railway station and looked back at me from time to time. When he was seven or eight years old, at Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in Nanjing, he ran all the way to the heights and shouted, "Mom, come on, it's so beautiful here."
The young man sat by the window with his little nephew in his arms. He pointed to the scenery that had flown away and talked to him. Little nephew kept talking excitedly. "Uncle, the cows are eating grass." "Uncle, the house is smoking." "Uncle ..." "What a clever baby!" Suddenly, the little nephew shouted, "Uncle, I want to go home." "I want to go home." "..." The young man froze for a while before he realized that the little nephew didn't want to see the scenery outside. "Baby, we are going home." The little nephew finally calmed down.
When my son was four years old, he fell down in the hotel. After getting up, he kicked the concrete floor hard, saying that the broken ground was not good at all. Mom, let's go home. Looking at my son's eager eyes, I can't help but feel distressed. Although the three of us are here, in our son's subconscious, this is not our home after all. At home, my son can also wrestle. When he gets up, he won't ask to go home. He will pat the dirt on his body and keep running.
The little boy's crying is similar to that of his son. Although Liangyuan is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time. What's more, how can such a small space not imprison children's freedom? In a distant home, there will always be a world that children are familiar with, and there will always be children's truest and truest concerns.
The train arrived at the station before zero. For those who sleep in the lower berth, the wide face of the lower berth leaves with luggage. I stuck my head out to look at the subtitles on the platform, but I couldn't see them clearly through the glass. The old lady in the lower berth across the street asked me where the car was. I shook my head to show that I didn't know. I got down from my bunk and watched many people go out with their luggage. I asked the conductor where he was. The conductor's answer surprised me. It turned out that the bus arrived at the station early, and I was unconscious. I grabbed my luggage and ran out of the carriage in panic, fearing that the train door would close again. When I stepped on the platform, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my arm. That was close. I almost missed the station.
I looked back at the train parked next to the platform and suddenly thought, isn't life just a moving train? Now that I have chosen, I will insist on waiting even if it is late. Because you know very well that it takes time and money to change other ways, and it may not be smoother than it. You should get off at the station. The consequences of missing a stop are not as simple as going back the same way. Not only did you miss the time, but you also missed the people waiting for you.
How many people gave us memories during the trip? Long-haired girls, wide-faced men, lovely boys ... aren't those stories on the train a portrayal of our lives? A beautiful melody may disturb the silence of others when it pleases you; Loud snoring is disturbing, but it makes the sleeper refreshed; The children's crying makes the home warmer in the hearts of travelers. It turns out that after being at a loss and suffering, there is still a longing in our hearts.