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Either read a book or travel. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf the fast pace of city life almost overwhelms you, then travel alone......

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On the noisy train, create a quiet sky with a quiet music, look at smiling or blank faces, listen to clear or vague language, and enjoy the scenery all the way back.

A man rides a train crookedly on the latitude of an unknown number of degrees north latitude, the train draws an irregular arc on the earth, there are pedestrians in a hurry on the road, and the scenery of retreat. -

The train passes by abandoned factories, vast wheat fields and lotus ponds, passing quiet villages, green hills and desolate ...... See the rustic villagers and the dim lights. The large lotus pond follows the pace of the train, opening another scenery in the clear water, the lotus that was brilliant and slim in the past is also listless and dilapidated at the moment, the stems that have lost their heart bones are staggered on the water surface, and the whole lotus leaf hangs its head weakly...-

Perhaps, everything will eventually lose to time, just as love loses to distance...

-Patches of wheat fields spread everywhere, the green stretched out unscrupulously, the air was filled with a grand and gorgeous vitality, the lush wheat seedlings annihilated the ridges, the hoe-carrying woman came from a distance, the straw hat on her head had long been dull to cover half of her cheeks, the scorching sun was like a pair of strong hands bending the woman's back, at this moment, I seemed to see two lines of sweat falling from her temples, perhaps to her jaw about to drip, her dark skin glowing a strange color in the sun, her man may be busy in another land, or working as a coolie at a distant construction site, or perhaps, just a drunk, gambling, lazy man, at this time, he is "daydreaming" on the soil resistance at home......

The wheat field under the scorching sun and the woman walking in the field form a tranquil picture...

-I forgot how many times I played the song looped in the single in the earbuds, when I was bored, I saw an abandoned factory everywhere, the ruins and ruins seemed so desolate, through the broken glass windows on the ground, I couldn't see the busyness and luxury, but from the rumbling sound of the train, I could faintly hear the roar of the machine, and suddenly I thought about a certain piece of clothing worn in my childhood, a certain milk bottle used, a certain can of milk powder that I drank... Many, many things that were used in the past may have been produced by this abandoned factory before it went down. Well, these days, it looks so sloppy-...

Just like those memories of Fan Huang, will eventually disappear in the torrent of time, right?

-After dusk, the darkness came with teeth and claws, and the train passed through the quiet mountain village at this moment, the rumbling roar broke the silence in the mountains, and the scattered houses on the hillside were lit up, and the dim lights made the whole mountain village exude a strange color...-

In a distant house, a child who was doing his homework under a kerosene lamp heard the roar of the train, raised his head and said to his mother:-

"Mom, when I grow up, I want to take the train. ”-

"Oh, where are you going by train?"

"Go to a distant place!"

"Where is the distance?"

"Far away is far, far away......

The child's voice disappeared into the night, and in the night, there seemed to be the loving gaze of the young mother and the serene smile......

In another family, a man in his forties complained in a gloomy voice: "Damn, when will I not hear the disturbing voice, when will I leave the ghost place and live in the city!!!" The woman carefully cleaned up the house, for fear of increasing the man's anger...-

In this world, there always seems to be a group of people who live in the same environment and live in different moods......-

-The darkness is always long, maybe a good sleep can make time go a little faster, but I would rather look at the rusty railroad tracks in the dark by the bright and extinguished lights, all the way forward, watch it stretch all the way to the side, and finally, at another turn, disappear into the endless darkness... I don't know where it comes from, I don't know where it leads, so it also appears and disappears like the thousands of pedestrians I met on the journey, and then disappears, its identity is just a passerby, so for me, so for tens of millions of travelers, so I remembered a sentence: I'm just a passerby, why accompany you to the end of the world... Ridiculous and sad truth -.

This is true for everyone, so for everything.

Dawn always carries some kind of hope, but different dates, for different people, the content of the hope it entrusts is different, for a long time, it means a new day for me, a new beginning, forget my pain, forget all helplessness, forget all kinds including happiness, forget my former self, then well, there will always be new hope-

The bits and pieces of the journey along the way, in the torrent of memory, open a large piece of beauty.

I think I like this kind of travel, it's simple, I look at the scenery passing by, listen to unfamiliar stories, meet different pedestrians, and slowly, let myself grow!

Don't forget the original intention, you have to always.

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