Twenty years ago, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon after the exam, the peculiar gloom of autumn blew away the little heat on my body, the afterglow of the sunset seemed so thin, everything around me was cold with a pale yellow glow, although my hands and feet were cold, I was just immersed in the pleasure of the end, like a giant filled with an inflatable balloon, all difficulties could not stump me, but I could not avoid a practical problem in front of me, which made people can't help but fall into a short period of contemplation. The last bus from the city back to the countryside had already whizz by. I don't believe in evil, and I even have a fluke mentality, trying to hope that the bus driver will come a little bit on this night, but the ending will of course be disappointing, facing the dark night shrouded in a black curtain... I had to choose to face it independently, but fortunately I still have a bike. By calculating that I would ride 30 kilometers home from the city, I would run at a normal level for 1,000 meters, and I would run for four minutes, although at the end of the day, I would be like a dead dog lying on the ground and gasping for breath, enduring the huge pain caused by the high load of the body. Thirty kilometers can be counted as half of the bicycle for two to three minutes, counting the uphill and downhill slopes, the loss of physical strength, and the blocking of the wind, and finally the second half of the physical exhaustion of each kilometer takes seven or eight minutes. Lin Lin came to the conclusion that it would take nearly three hours to get home at this time. In the face of huge physical exertion, he secretly gritted his teeth and retreated, and it was too late. If you delay any longer, don't say that you can't get home at six o'clock at this time, you can't get home at eight o'clock, and maybe you won't be able to arrive at nine o'clock. The road ahead was bumpy and bumpy, and all I was left with was a choice to go or not. I picked up my phone and wanted to call my family, but I took it and put it down, and I took it and put it down. With a deep sigh, he stepped on the bicycle, put the not heavy schoolbag on his back, and faced the wind, with a mocking tone of the wind, and embarked on the return journey this time

At the beginning of life, a group of people go on the road, and there is often only one person on the way back. It's also something I can't understand, just like stepping on the footboard happily at this time, and there is an inexhaustible strength all over my body. I can't help but chant a poem: "Red Cliff"

The broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold,

Since the grinding and washing recognize the previous dynasty.

Dongfeng does not have a convenient relationship with Zhou Lang

Copper Bird Spring Deep Lock Two Qiao.

Half an hour later, it was unclear whether the bike was me or whether I was the bike. Night had fallen, and the mobile phone showed the time at six o'clock in the evening. It was still early autumn, and I was already sweating profusely while doing manual labor, and the sins that sweat had done on my back and the bits and pieces left behind were all so clear. The two hands are somewhat insufficient to hold the handlebars. His legs were unconscious, and he mechanically repeated the seemingly simple task of thirty minutes ago. Nothing has changed, and it's the bike moving forward, not the muscular body on the bike. As time progresses, it becomes more and more profound. The cars whizzing around me with their high beams seemed to be spying on me walking alone on my way home.

An hour later, what I hoped I saw was an illusion, the white fox had fallen straight down the road, staring at me with sapphire blue eyes, surrounded by whizzing cars, but not paying attention to it, I guessed it was too fast, surrounded by barren mountains and forests, large forests, wastelands, and guardrails, and no vehicle wanted to stay here for too long. Speeding by, under the gathering of the lights of the vehicles that did not pass, the surrounding area was black and oppressive. Leaving me behind, I didn't continue to be curious, and I was about to stop when I was curious?

An hour later, I didn't know where I was looking for a store, got off my bike and almost fell. Only then did I find that my legs were numb and trembling uncontrollably. I bought water and drank it all. The body seemed to be pierced by countless spikes, forming one small hole after another, so that the water drunk instantly excreted from every pore. There is nothing left in the body, it is really a desperate process, like my own sourness, I don't know how to talk about life.

An hour and a half later, passing by a section of the road without street lights, my buttocks were shaken, and my hands were numb from the handlebars, which was indescribable.

Two hours later, I haven't arrived home yet, but I can see the familiar villages, the familiar rivers, everything is so familiar, and the familiar evening breeze, even the public cemetery is so familiar, it no longer looks so eerie and terrible in the moonlight, and even a little cute.