Yesterday morning I was tired of writing and went to the small park outside for a few laps. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when I went home, I saw a train ticket purchasing point on the street, a girl with a ponytail standing at the door with a schoolbag on her back, looking out expectantly, as if waiting for her companion, the sun was dappled through the gaps in the leaves, shining on her youthful face. From her expectant expression, she may be a recent high school graduate, ready to buy a train ticket to report to a new city university, a new and beautiful college life awaits her, or she may be a sophomore who is about to buy a ticket to go back to school, and her roommate is waiting for her in the dormitory, and she can go to rub together as soon as she returns to school.

I suddenly remembered that a summer a few years ago, it was also one such afternoon, and I also came to this train ticket purchasing point to buy tickets. I was living in another neighborhood at the time, and I had walked for a long time to get here, and I was looking forward to going back to school and eating out with my roommates. I haven't ever done a train for a year, in fact, I like to take the train, sitting in the window of the back sun and watching the world retreat rapidly outside the glass, watching myself walk through the endless wilderness, the breeze blowing the golden wheat waves, and I sleep when I am tired, and I am getting closer and closer to the end.

But now, I gradually understand that many times we have no trains, we can only go to the end step by step, and the wilderness at that time is only endless suffering, there is no time to see the poetic wheat field again, and even when we are tired, we can't stop, and we can still be in the same place when we wake up. Over time, we may retreat to the next best thing, not to go to the destination, but to find a place with good scenery along the way, and stop and live for the rest of our lives.

Half of this summer has passed, and I can hear the news of the college entrance examination score every day, and the advertisements of various universities are stained on TV, reminiscent of the distant 2008, when I was also in Shanghai, walking lightly under the camphor trees in the city. Now, stepping on the same dappled sunlight, my steps are getting heavier, and when I look at the shop windows on the street, I can only see a scraggy face full of tiredness. Behind the shop window, there is a luxury shopping mall with drunken money, and there are fashionable and beautiful girls walking by, affectionately holding successful people in suits and leather shoes. And next to the commercial building, there is a group of low-rise bungalows, where there are dense rental information, there are young face college graduates, wearing cheap suits carefully selected there, thick frames, with a pair of blank eyes, maybe he doesn't even have a job. I suddenly remembered that my house was about to expire, and I didn't know where I was going to move to it.

The world is so complex, yet so orderly, it has been running smoothly for countless days, a tired evening will be followed by an early morning awakened by an alarm clock, and we are just small and helpless members of this world. I only wish I could walk through the crowd like this, through the cities, through the old villages, through the golden wheat waves, to the end I wanted.