To love is to strive to be together. Don't believe in the so-called Japanese and Korean soap operas that they leave because they can't make each other happy. Have you ever thought that you are each other's happiness? Love is not an escape, it is an effort. It is not to evade the responsibility of giving each other happiness, but to strive to fulfill the obligation to make each other happy. When you say that leaving is not to hurt the other person, you have already caused the other person the most harm.

It's been so long, and I've been thinking about the past as if it happened yesterday, and I've wanted to write about my experiences for a long time, but I don't know how to write about it, and I don't know where to start......

I've been taking the train a lot lately, and suddenly I remembered the first time I took the train, so let's start here!

At 8:45 a.m. on September 8, 2005, the waiting room of Chengdu Railway Station. The radio plays:

"Passengers and friends, please note that the N857 train from Chengdu to Chongqing has begun to check in tickets, and passengers who have bought tickets for the N857 train should go to the No. 2 and No. 3 ticket gates in the second waiting room to check in and enter the station, and the train will stop at the third platform."

The recording was repeated on the radio, and it was repeated over and over again......

There was a long queue at the 2nd and 3rd ticket gates in the second waiting hall, a father with his son carrying a backpack slowly moved with the crowd, the little boy who looked timid was me, this was my first time going out on a long trip, my father sent me to the ticket gate, I nervously handed the ticket in my hand to the ticket inspector.

My father followed me and helped me carry my backpack and was ready to take me on the train.

At this time, the ticket inspector stopped his father and said, "Where's your ticket?" ”

"Comrade, this is my son, he took the train for the first time, and I took him on the train?" The father replied.

"I don't have a ticket, I can't enter the station, don't you see the sign next to me? The ticket inspector said.

"Can you let me get him in the car, I'll leave as soon as he gets in the car." Father pleaded again.

"I can't do it, get out of the way, there's still a queue behind the people!" The ticket inspector said.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound from behind, and it seemed that there were many people in the back who were dissatisfied.

"Then be careful yourself—Zhijun." Father instructed.

"Uh-oh, got it! Father! I replied.

I followed the crowd to the platform, it was the first time I had actually seen a train, and I had only seen a long train on TV in 17 years.

Car No. 12 seat 005, I don't know where car No. 12 is, I don't know where to look at the car number, I stupidly followed behind others, watching a group of people come to the door of the car, lined up to get on the bus.

So I walked to a carriage with few people in line and was ready to get on the train, and watched the person in front of me hand the ticket to the attendant, and I also handed the ticket in my hand to the attendant.

The flight attendant took the ticket in my hand, looked at it, and said, "Little brother! You're not from this car, you're in the back car. ”

At this time, I looked up and looked up, and it turned out to be number 11.

"Can't I go up from here?" I looked at him strangely.

"Yes! You have to get on the train according to the prescribed carriage, don't you know? He looked at me disdainfully.

"Oh! My first time on a train. With that, I turned and walked to car 12.

After getting on the bus, I followed the people in front of me, watching the people in front of me look around to find their seats, I also looked around, but my seat was relatively forward, I walked all the way to the end of the carriage and found my seat.

There is a luggage rack above the seat, and I seem to be a little scared when I watch others let me go, is it safe to put this own luggage on it? You can't keep an eye on your luggage! I had some scruples, so I didn't put my bag on the luggage rack, but put my bag at my feet, close to my feet, because my seat was the innermost, so it seemed that God was helping me, I put my luggage at my feet, and the space was still relatively large.

After putting away my luggage, I sat down. Looking at the unfamiliar faces around me, I couldn't help but think of my parents' instructions when I was leaving:

"Zhijun! Be careful when you go out, the outside is not as good as at home, the society outside is very complicated, don't easily talk to others, don't eat something from others, ......".

Thinking about the voice of his parents, he looked at the people around him, and there were two girls opposite, one with long hair and the other with short hair, who looked like they were seventeen or eighteen years old, and they seemed to be freshmen who had just been admitted to college. Next to it is a man and a woman who look very intimate, and it seems to be a couple.

The train started whining, and then a middle-aged man walked over, and one of the long-haired girls shouted, "Daddy! You're here! ”

"Yes!" A deep voice replied.

It turned out that the man was the father of the long-haired girl, and it seemed that he was sending his daughter to school, but when he bought the ticket, the seats were separated.

The middle-aged man said to another short-haired girl: "My daughter and I didn't buy tickets together, can I change seats with you?" ”

The girl replied, "Yes." ”

"Thank you!" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Thank you!" His daughter said.

The short-haired girl got up and said, "You're welcome! ”

After saying that, he left.

And so they changed seats. Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but think of my father who was in the waiting room just now, and when he sent me to the waiting room, I had to stay there for the night tonight. I knew my father's economy, and he would definitely be reluctant to go out and stay in a hotel, and he would definitely sit in the waiting room until dawn and then go home.

Thinking of this, I feel very guilty, I really shouldn't let my father suffer this kind of hardship when he is such a big man. When I was separated from my father, I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, I didn't know what I was supposed to say, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do. This is the difference between a son and a father, maybe this son is too honest, maybe he is a fool at all. , perhaps a parting word to my father:

"Dad, you and Mom have to take care of your health."

"Dad, where are you staying tonight?"

"Dad, be careful on the way home!"

……

And I didn't say anything, and I don't know what I thought at the time. Maybe it was the first time I took the train and I was too nervous to forget; Maybe I didn't think about my father's hard work at all, maybe it was ......

Looking at the father and daughter on the other side happily talking and laughing, I was silent. My parents' words kept echoing in my ears:

"Don't talk to strangers, don't eat strangers' ......".

Thinking of these words, I am even more ashamed. My parents are telling me, but what about me? What did I say at my parting? I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything. I don't know what my parents thought at the time, maybe they wanted me to say something heartwarming! But I didn't say it. Maybe I forgot, maybe I didn't think about it at all......

I don't know what parting is, because I've never been away from my parents, and I don't know what it's like to part.

But at this moment, I deeply feel what parting is and what is the sadness of parting.

At the moment, my heart is very uncomfortable, I don't know how to describe my feelings, in short, there are bursts of sadness welling up, my nose is sore, and there seems to be something in my eyes that is going to bubble out.

I endured, I endured, I forced myself not to think anymore, I looked out the window, I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black; I look around me, and everyone around me is talking and laughing, but I'm silent......

Looking at the intimate movements of the couple next to me, I couldn't control my thoughts, I fell into endless thoughts again, and I began to turn my thinking to one person - Xiaochan, the girl I have liked since junior high school, and my thoughts seemed to return to my junior high school days in an instant.

What kind of stories will I have in junior high school after the 80s? If you want to understand, or reminisce about your school days, please stay tuned to the next chapter, Junior High School Stories.