The wasted time always flies by quickly, and it's time to go back to school. I wanted to call my female classmate at the same table to be a youth companion, but she had already booked a ticket back, so I had to fly solo again...... Having the painful experience of returning home, this time I made a roundabout tactic, no longer choosing a direct flight, but making a transfer in Dalini (the train journey in the imperial capital left a slap-sized shadow on my weak heart). Delays are commonplace, and in order not to miss the flight, I deliberately separated the time between the two flights by 4 hours. I don't think it's possible to be 4 hours late, right? However, this transfer plan is much cheaper than a direct flight, and there is no need to pick a flight that is not early in the morning but late in the evening.

My dad still wouldn't let me take the airport bus, he insisted on driving me, and my mom had to sit with me because she hadn't been able to do it the first few times. At that time, I didn't understand, but then I gradually understood, "My son is worried about my mother". In front of my parents, I didn't know how to express my emotions, I loved them, but I couldn't. It seems to me that it is embarrassing to say to them that I love you. Over time, I became less comfortable talking to them. Along the way, we talked about the future without saying a word, and they also hoped that I would be healthy, happy, and successful in my studies in the new semester. When I arrived at the airport, although I still had a little time to spare, I was able to pass through the security check in advance under the eyes of my parents.

At that time, flying was an extremely boring process, and the general flight would not send headphones like China Eastern Airlines, and the movies on the plane would always be interrupted by "turbulence affected by air currents", and mobile phones had to be turned off. At most, listen to an MP3 by yourself, or pull out your laptop and call the red alert like a business person. When I visited Xinhua Bookstore during the summer vacation, I bought a copy of "*** Poems" and "Tang Poems and Song Ci Yuan Qu", intending to relieve my boredom on the plane. Although I later found out that "The U.S. Army Field Survival Manual" and "Band of Brothers" were more suitable for me, I was full of ambition at that time, and I planned to memorize all the chairman's poems. While waiting for the flight, I couldn't wait, took out the red book and began to pretend to look, giving people a feeling of "this person is so serious". When I started queuing up to board the plane, I was "reluctant" to take a few more looks, hoping to attract the attention of the beautiful flight attendant. However, she was concerned about the boarding pass in my hand......

After finding a seat, I put my bag on the luggage rack and deliberately held the red book in my hand, planning to take it out when the plane entered the stratosphere. The passengers on the side are all seated, but the plane has not yet flown off, so I think this is the time to show off first, so that they can feel that they are sitting next to a high-quality passenger. I first took out the magazine in front of my seat and flipped through it, then stuffed it back into its place with a "no interest" attitude, then lit the reading lamp and opened the red book...... After a series of feel-good maneuvers, the cabin radio began to sound and began to remind us to watch the safe boarding guide. I closed the book again with a look of disappointment, then looked at the small TV above my head in the front row, and waited for the plane to slide out and take off.

Finally, after a jolt, the plane finally entered the smooth stratosphere, and I could begin to officially recite my poems. "The west wind is strong, the geese in the sky call the frost and the moon, the frost and the moon, the sound of horses' hooves is broken, and the sound of trumpets is ......swallowing" Just as I was silently reciting the song "Remembering Qin'e Loushanguan" in my heart, the beautiful stewardess began to push the dining cart to distribute drinks and meals...... Well, mental work needs nutrition, first eat and drink enough, and then talk about it, just open the book that hasn't read a few lines and close it again.

"What do you drink, sir?"

"Coffee, thank you."

"Good coffee...... Come on, your coffee, be careful to burn. ”

"Thank you......"

In a few moments, the small table was filled with drinks, snacks, meals, tissues, airline drinking water, and my red notebook. I was afraid that I would accidentally get the book dirty for a while, so I put it in my seat again and covered it with my thighs, and began to enjoy the food in front of me. After I ate and drank well, and handed the cup and lunch box back to the flight attendant sister, I began to feel a little tired. It's easy to get sleepy when you're full, but I thought about it again, maybe I got up early today, and I should indeed be a little tired. So, I put the red book back on the small table, adjusted the back of the table and chair, closed my eyes and began to "recuperate".

Squinting and squinting, I gradually lost consciousness, and it didn't seem to take long for me to wake up after the constant jolting. Alas, the feeling of being woken up as soon as I fell asleep was really uncomfortable, obviously very sleepy, and it was not so easy to fall asleep when I wanted to sleep again. After a few flights, I have become accustomed to the turbulence of airplanes, and I close my eyes in the hope that I can make up for the sleep. Who knew that the purser started broadcasting the cabin broadcast and told us that it was almost landing!? I was immediately energetic, flying so fast? It turned out that the bump just now was because the plane had already flown into the troposphere, so I could pack my things and prepare for a change of plane. Just as I was stretching and yawning, I happened to hear that the place where the plane was going to land was Jiaoao, not Dalini! Now it's a stop.

Well, it was a stopover, and the flight attendant specifically instructed us to take the items on the luggage rack. I followed the flow of people to the resting place of the passing passengers, got the boarding pass and sat down. Because of this stopover, I started to worry a little about the next schedule, for fear of missing my connecting flight. Time is such a wonderful thing, the more you want it to pass quickly, the more you want it to go slowly, the more you want it to flow slowly, and it will rush like a flood. I looked out the window at the gloomy weather, afraid that my flight would be delayed due to the weather. Every time the airport broadcasts a phrase "You attention please!" "I was anxious to urinate.

Finally the gate flight attendant started to work, and I experienced the honor of priority boarding for the first time with my boarding pass in hand, vanity is such a bad thing! Once everyone is seated, the flight attendants begin to count, followed by safety education...... This time I put the red book in my bag because I knew I wouldn't read it at all. Jiaoao's journey to Dalini was not long, so it reached the troposphere shortly after takeoff, and then circled over Dalini and descended. This kind of falling again and again had an impact on my ears and stomach, and when the plane came in, I began to have stomach reflux, and my ears hurt terribly. And the thought of having to do it all over again in a while is really a bit desperate. But I'm glad that the female classmate at the table wasn't with me, otherwise I don't know if I can take care of her.

I took the checked luggage and rushed from the exit to the check-in counter for domestic departure, because of the unplanned delay in Jiaoao, so my reserved time was not much, I could only run and sprint. After checking in and getting my boarding pass, I rushed to the boarding gate non-stop, and when I finally found the boarding gate shown on the boarding pass, I found that there were many people there, and it was raining heavily outside the window...... Naivety loves to joke with me.

Due to bad weather, many flights could not fly, so the departure hall was full of stranded passengers, and I couldn't find a place to sit. After this half-day tossing, I have already digested the meal in my stomach. However, I didn't have any appetite at all, because the after-effects of airsickness were still obvious. That's why I didn't feel hungry or vomit anything.

The rain outside the window didn't look like it was going to get any lighter, and we had to take a shuttle bus at the gate, so I thought the delay was basically unknown. The unexpected happened again, and after waiting for half an hour, the airport announced that we had changed to a boarding gate...... I couldn't help it, so I dragged my luggage and followed the crowd in the direction of the new gate. In a wave of grumbling, we finally arrived. A few passengers wanted to have a seizure, but they found that the boarding gate had actually started to board, and their faces were as if they had suddenly sunny, and their faces were full of sunshine.

It's been another bumpy ride, and this time I really can't stand it. After the flight was stable, I had to go to the toilet and vomit a lot of acidic water, and then wash my face, which was considered to be relieved. After returning to his seat and resting for a while, Cha Ha Chong was almost here again. This time it was the destination, so there was hope, and people were much more energetic.

When I left the terminal, a cold wind blew in my face, and I shivered in short sleeves. I carpooled with a few people back to school, and the day's ups and downs have finally come to an end, and the new school year is about to begin!