Young people live in the present, so their lives are full of ideals, dreams and fantasies, and they focus on the present, the present and the future.

Elderly people live in the past, so their minds are full of memories, and the past scenes will be replayed in front of them from time to time.

I'm thirty now, and I feel a little "old".

The ancients said: "Parents are here, don't say old" I have never said this unscrupulous thing in front of my parents, but in front of my classmates and friends, I will often say: "I am old!" ”。 Although I don't feel like Han Yu said "head boy with open teeth" now, I really feel a little "old". In saying this, it is not a lie, nor is it pretending to be deep. There is a basis for saying this: that is, in me, there is always the phenomenon of everything in the past being playing movies in my head.

Today, I don't know what touched me, but I remember the picture of Baotou Railway Station that year.

I can still clearly remember that time, in order to have a settlement in life, I was on the train for five or six days from Xiamen to Fuzhou, from Fuzhou to Qingdao, from Qingdao to Beijing, and from Beijing to Baotou. At that time, it was just in time for the summer vacation of the students, and the train was very, very crowded. Because I am shy in my pocket and I have to be in a hurry, I can only buy a platform ticket to get on the train every time, and then make up the station ticket on the bus. Along the way, most of the time, there are no seats, only standing. After standing for a long time, I couldn't stand it, so I squatted in the aisle for a while. Or, in the gap between others' departures, I recline in their seats for a moment. After two or three days of tossing and turning like this, I was half sleepy and could take a nap while standing.

On the train to Beijing, a woman in the seat next to me laughed and said:

"I think you're amazing, you can sleep while sitting, you can sleep while squatting, and you can sleep while standing!"

"I haven't had a break in days."

I could only answer with a wry smile.

After wandering around Baotou for a while, nothing came of it, so I bought my ticket and stayed at the station. It was still early, and I didn't have the strength to go shopping, so I sat in the seats in the waiting room. Fortunately, there were very few people at Baotou Railway Station, so I found a seat and sat down, and within a few minutes, I was groggy and entered the land of nothing.

I didn't sleep long, but when I woke up, I felt much better. I was too lazy to move, so I continued to sit in my seat in a daze.

Across the seat from which I was sitting, there were three people: a young woman, a young boy of six or seven years old with glasses, and a little boy of about three years old.

The woman told the boy, who was six or seven years old, what to watch out of the car, as if to send the child out.

The bespectacled child held a colorful book in his hand, read it carefully, and occasionally nodded, not knowing whether he was answering the woman's advice or acknowledging the contents of the book.

A three-year-old boy with food in his hand dangled back and forth around his seat.

The three-year-old little guy was very cute, and when a student-like girl passed by the seat, she was fascinated by his lovely coquettishness, and took out a jelly and handed it to him, and the little guy took it unequivocally.

And when the woman saw it from the side, she said to the little one,

"Thank you, sister!"

"Thank you, sister!"

The little one said angrily, and ran away again.

"That's good!"

The girl tried to touch the cute little face, but he ran away.

I kept staring at the little one, and he seemed to realize. After running around the woman's seat for a while, the little one ran up to me, holding a lollipop in one hand and the jelly the girl had given him in the other. He smiled and asked me:

"Will you eat?"

Give me half of the jelly first.

I smiled and said:

"Thank you, eat it yourself!"

With that, I shook my hand and signaled that I didn't want to.

The cute little guy didn't leave, and took the lollipop out of his mouth and handed it to me. I say:

"Eat it yourself......"

The little guy saw that I really didn't want it and ran away.

At that moment, my heart suddenly moved, and a warm current filled my heart.

Baotou is already vague in my memory, but the little guy at the station often flashes in my mind.

I'm about really old......