Chapter 291: Can't Wake Up (19)

The sun is warm, the years are rushing, you haven't grown up, how dare I grow old?

In the depths of winter, on a rainy night, a person took the last bus and hurried back, just to get a moment of warmth. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info got into the car and saw that there was only one driver in the huge car, and it was calm and lonely to think about the rainy night.

The night outside the car window was pitch black. Occasionally, where the street lights flicker, you can see a few leaves left on the trees, swaying in the wind and rain, are you nostalgic for the end of the season? The rain kissed on the leaves, but it drenched the heart of the tree, and dripped into the mud along the body.

The rain was getting denser and heavier, and the sound of banging on the windows was also violent. A hint of coolness, through the gap in the window, kissed my cheek, so cold: Master, why didn't you turn on the air conditioner? I shouted at the driver.

Is it cold, you look at the pedestrians outside the car. The driver smiled faintly: Besides, it's just me and you in the car, save some, okay?

Turning my head to look out the window, a pedestrian on a bicycle appeared in my sight. A middle-aged man, unable to see his face clearly, was wearing a red poncho, and vaguely saw that the inside of the raincoat was a work clothes, and in the dim light, he was pedaling his bicycle hard, running towards home. Home is warm. But maybe it shouldn't be called home, it's a place to live temporarily, right?

The heart hurts inexplicably, and it hurts indescribably. As the car passed by the man, I could clearly see that the rain was hitting his face and running down his cheeks into his clothes, but he did not have the slightest scruples and still tried to move forward. Perhaps, the delicate wife still lights a lamp and waits for him; Perhaps, after doing today's work, you can return to your hometown tomorrow; Perhaps, the child who has not slept is still waiting for him to tell a story; Perhaps, his elderly parents are still waiting for him to pay respect......

When people reach middle age, wandering in a foreign land is a kind of helplessness in itself. Hurry up early in the morning and return home in the evening, for a responsibility and a concern. Yes, in adult life, there really is no easy word. It is just like this man in the wind and rain, no matter how strong the wind, how dense the rain, how dark the night is, no matter how far the road is, he must go on without hesitation, and he cannot stay until the end of his life.

Every day and every night, we are busy with our lives, or repeated, or surprised. It is said that life needs romance, don't be too tired. However, the lack of firewood, rice, oil, salt, pots and spoons, and real substances will affect the quality of life. It's okay not to work hard? Wind and snow and moon, mountains and flowing water, poetry and poetry, talented and beautiful women, and the spiritual enjoyment of spring and snow. Who wouldn't want to hold a paper umbrella and stroll along the beautiful West Lake? Who wouldn't want to take the hand of their son and wander the ancient Great Wall for thousands of miles? Who doesn't want to sail a light boat through the beautiful waters of the Three Gorges? Who wouldn't want fireworks in March, with favorites in Yangzhou?

The car instantly threw the man riding far away, and disappeared in the vast rainy night in a blink of an eye. The man in front of me evoked a trace of my memory, and it became clear in an instant......

The same rainy night, different seasons, different young and frivolous flowers, after all, did not squeeze across the single-plank bridge, reached its other shore, and was ruthlessly left on this shore. Lost, hesitant, confused, the days of following youth!

Living in poverty, I don't want my parents to blame myself for this, and I don't want my emotions to deepen the helplessness of my relatives, so I am alone, drifting south, and traveling far away for my dream!

Knowing clearly, there is some pain, and it is a lie to say that forgetting is a lie, and there will always be a time when you can't bear it. The golden autumn in the south is a charming color. Autumn is a beautiful picture with its own unique color--- yellow. The leaves of the trees fell to the ground as if they had laid a golden carpet over the earth. The chrysanthemums opened, red as fire, white as snow, and yellow as gold, sending bursts of fragrance. On the trees, on the ground, almost all of them are yellow worlds. Ripe season, but I'm jerky! Beautiful days, but I hesitate!

That night, the rain poured down, as if trying to vent, and in an instant the sky was connected to the ground, and the earth was connected to the sky, and I could only curl up in the waiting room, hungry, sleepy, worried, dazed, all at once. The relatives who came to pick up the station were told that they had gone to other places and could not return for a short time. Where to go, where to go?

Yu'er, are you bullying people? Why can't it be warmer, I need a piece of sunshine to dispel the haze in my heart!

No matter how confused, no matter how painful, you must survive! A thought quietly rose from my heart.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. Yes, no one will listen to your suffering, God is too busy, people are too tired. Suffering is a glass of fine wine, swallowed with tears when you wake up in the middle of the night......

There are some levels that can only be passed by one person. There are some roads that can only be walked by one person. Xin'er, a little relieved!

In that foreign land where there are no relatives, a rainy night alone, a waiting room alone, I actually fell into a dream: in the dream, walking through the streets and alleys of the south, stepping all over the industrial parks of other places, sweat dripping on the wide roads in the south. No bikes, just my feet!

Time flies, a person's loneliness has long ended, a person's twists and turns have been smoothed out, and he has long left the hateful and loving south. Just know that some people's dreams are awake, some people's dreams are still going on, and some people are still half-asleep!

Everyone's youth is beautiful, but there are flaws. It is precisely for this reason that there are shortcomings to have the motivation to pursue. You can be lonely, but you can't be lonely; It can be lonely, but it is not allowed to be empty; It is permissible to be depressed, but not to be depraved; It's okay to be disappointed, but don't give up. Because, if you don't have an umbrella, running is your best choice!

A person's life, whether poor or rich; Romantic or coquettish. No matter how you live, it is a lifetime, and in the end, it will turn into a wisp of green smoke and a pile of loess. There is no smooth sailing life, always accompanied by setbacks and failures, hesitation and entanglement, adjust your mentality, think about it, there are thousands of roads, adhere to the original intention, there is always a rainbow in the sky! Even if one cries, you can look up at the sky; Even if you walk alone on the road, there is smoke, lights, concerns, expectations, and waiting in the distance, will you still not have the courage to move forward? Even if the wind blows; Even if it's rainstorming!

Tonight, the rain is scattered, evoking the slightest piece of poignant memory; Tonight, the rain returns, evoking wisps of sweet images of the past. Rainy nights, not cold. Just for, there is warmth in the heart!

Go all the way, return on a rainy night; Happy to move forward, red dust passerby.

Because, life is a war book without regrets! You, I, don't admit defeat! (To be continued.) )