I just stepped on the car with one foot, but the other leg couldn't move up. It seemed that a group of people and I had fallen into the water. I was lucky enough to climb up the side of the boat, and the others grabbed my legs to save themselves. The difference is that this is a train, not a ship. The person under the car wanted to rush in, and shouted in the voice of a Northeastern person: "Go up! Go up!" I suddenly remembered the trumpet sound at the critical moment of the battle in the black and white film, and my courage doubled. I no longer considered the leg under the car, relying on the one I could control at the moment, and jumped forward arrogantly. Fortunately, that leg followed naturally, otherwise I might have used a cane at home to go around New Year greetings to get some New Year's money, and then beg for pocket money after the New Year. After getting in the car, I realized that being arrogant was really just an act of selfishness. At this moment, there are squirming figures above and below the eyes, left and right, and there are still many figures when you close your eyes. I think of a foreign so-called expert who opposed family planning. He took the 300 bus in Beijing and immediately changed his ways. If he had also taken the bus once, he would probably die to apologize and make a great contribution to reducing the number of people.
Stayed in Beijing for a few more days during the winter vacation. After fully experiencing the fake spring in Beijing, I was preparing to go home and enjoy the real winter, but it was hard to get a ticket. It wasn't until the Spring Festival was approaching that I begged God and earth to get a standing ticket. I regretted it as soon as I got on the bus, and prayed to heaven and earth to get off. With the heaven-like getting on the bus and the highly dense crowd, my clothes quickly drank enough sweat and fed the earth. I looked down and saw that the ground was flooded and everyone was sweating profusely. Suddenly I felt like crying without tears. After the train miraculously accommodated what it couldn't accommodate without any adverse reactions, it drove out of the station. It turns out that the products of large-scale industry can also give people profound moral enlightenment.
In the car. Struggle, everyone is struggling, like a swarm of involuntary insects gathered on a small spider web. Even regardless of the actual danger, the unbearable crowding is enough to consume the limited vitality. Or it can be said that a small fishing net covers a group of big fish, and the wet fish are unwilling to break free. But after all, they had fallen into a trap, and people stabilized their emotions as the train moved forward smoothly, gradually settling into normalcy. Under the envious eyes, I took out the small stool I had prepared, sat down and drank water to replenish the praiseworthy sweat I had shed along the way, and gently rubbed my pinched leg. Occasionally, I heard a gentle gentleman apologize to a dignified lady for accidentally stepping on her when he got in the car. The lady was also very generous and not only said it was okay but also apologized to an unknown person she stepped on. My heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly looked around, expecting someone to stand up and hold my hand with joy: "Young man, I accidentally pinched your leg when I got on the bus. I'm sorry! I was in a hurry when I got on the bus. I'm sorry!" It turned out that I didn't apologize in my mind. An aunt who was standing in front of the seat to cool off saw my anxious expression and hurriedly sat down, staring at me with a look of resentment.
Through the car window, the exposed land of the North China Plain does not have the atmosphere of the year at all. If you imagine it is covered with snow in the Northeast, it will immediately become more colorful. After all, it is winter. But the land under our feet did not accept the imaginary snow, and suddenly revealed a piece of red soil that stretched into the distance. Hallucination? I craned my neck to take a closer look. It was so real and breathtaking that it was endless. Maybe it was a brick factory. I forgot about the story in the novel about a peasant entrepreneur’s brick factory being of this size.
"Classmate, can you play poker?" This sentence interrupted my random thoughts and changed my entire itinerary. Only then did I observe my neighbors. One of them was a man and a woman, and the other man and a woman were siblings. The husband and wife wanted to play cards with the siblings. Unfortunately, my sister didn't know how to play cards, but luckily, I did.
Time passes in this great game. The trouble when getting in the car and the unfamiliarity with each other also disappeared with time. After a few rounds, my sister insisted that I sit on my seat. The reason was that my stool was too low and it was easy for people to see my cards. I couldn't resist. I was as excited as an emperor ascending the throne, and I suddenly sank into the hard seat. Then, when people are happy, they never lose.
At this moment, I am secretly grateful to my mother. She is usually as ruthless to me as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, and her idioms are limited to saying that I am lazy, not enterprising, and talkative. When she smelled that I was going to stand all the way home, she first criticized me for not going back in time, then scolded me for not making plans early, and finally, for the first time, she wished me a safe journey. Sure enough, this smooth journey is even crazier than having a ticket. She didn't do anything specific, but what I needed most psychologically at critical moments was someone I was used to relying on.
When the car wandered into the northeastern boundary, our poker game took a break. I leaned on my seat and fell asleep in a trance, because my sister had already fallen asleep on my little stool. Suddenly, there was a shocking voice: "We are entering Shenyang!" The momentum was not inferior to that of the Shenyang revolutionary masses who lined the streets to welcome the People's Liberation Army entering the city after the Liaoshen Campaign. The children were frightened and cried, and some people were cursing and looking for the source of the sound. The worst thing was that several men who had returned home and were enjoying their family in their dreams were suddenly pulled back and grabbed the man next to them and stared at the wife who was not their own for a long time. They were in great pain. I understood the meaning of the shouting. Through the icy car window, I could see that the outside was completely white, and there was no moonlight but it still reflected a slight snowy brightness. It did not have the feeling of a fairy tale world that is often artificially described in compositions. Instead, it gave rise to a hypnotic sense of solidity, and I headed straight towards the increasingly hazy distance.………
I have a dream: to go home for dinner and simply eat without any food. A bowl of steaming rice looks delicious, unlike a canteen that controls prices in a monopoly market but adopts planned economy rationing. Of course it can't be that simple in fact. I once shattered my classmates’ illusions about Northeastern cuisine because my mother never gave me such illusions. When I added my brother was pretty good. As an amateur, he adheres to the spirit of his ancestors to taste hundreds of herbs, starts from scratch, has the courage to practice, and often has fun planning a cooking plan and implementing it secretly. The result was good, and everyone was happy with me, so I cleaned up the mess. The experiment failed, and the puppy at home shook his head and cleaned up without leaving any traces. The family suspected that there was a giant rat in the kitchen, so they borrowed a powerful cat. When the cat was returned less than half a month old, the little owner could no longer hold and caress it, and it was developing into Garfield's body shape and personality. This time, my brother prepared a pig's trotters dish early and waited for my return. Unfortunately, I did not encounter this long-favorite scene in advance in my dream, and I don’t know if the predictions in the past few days are accurate.
It was midnight. The couple got out of the car and solemnly handed their seats to me like a royal family. Then they took courageous steps, crossed the mountains and ridges, crossed the seas of people and rivers, and moved towards the car door. I was obviously no longer excited about ascending the throne for the second time, which was in line with human nature, but at the same time I still watched them get off the bus with gratitude, but they seemed unwilling to get off, and kept swaying there, which finally became a very effective hypnotic agent.
When I woke up, it was already bright, and the left side of my face was pressed so hard that it felt like it was sunk in. When I tried to move around, I realized that my legs and feet were above me, and I was so arrogant that I was motionless. I hurriedly rubbed the pinched leg, fearing any sequelae. At this time, a black shadow came straight towards me. I groaned secretly and couldn't dodge, but the black shadow suddenly stopped in mid-air. It turned out that a friend was standing and fell asleep, floating like a leaf. Therefore, the limbs are highly coordinated to complete a series of actions such as getting up, waking up, giving up the seat, pushing, and walking around. Looking into the distance, the sun shining on the snow is so full of vitality that it's hard to look out. I was looking around in the car and found two extra bottles of water on my schoolbag. Then I suddenly remembered the scene when my sister and I got off the bus, my brother pushed me to say goodbye to me. I couldn't remember what they looked like, I just remembered how nice they were. I also hope that when they think of me, they will compete to see who remembers more of my good qualities. Along the way, no matter what kind of road it is, whether there are many people walking on it or not, as long as you have good people walking with you, it is a blessing.
You have grown so old and still use the words "good guy" or "bad guy" when talking, which seems quite immature. But there are some people that we are far from familiar with and can only understand them from a subconscious detail. Perhaps it is already difficult to evaluate them in this way. However, it is inevitable that there will be illusions, like my sister praising me for playing well at cards. If it weren't for her serious expression, I would have suspected that she was insinuating that I was defrauding her of her seat. You know, my father secretly determined to have a fierce fight with my uncle's relatives every Chinese New Year to get back some of what I had given away.
The train is about to enter the station. People stood in awe and waited. After a hard night's journey and countless nights of painful nostalgia, everyone cheered up and tried to get off the bus as soon as possible. My night was not very difficult, and the many nights away from home were not very painful either, but my spirit was equally full. I know there are people ahead who are waiting more anxiously than me, but I don’t know yet that there are people who will be unexpectedly happy to see me in the coming days. There are people who have never met before and are waiting to call me "uncle" , someone had an unforgettable drink with me, someone climbed a mountain with me and his ears were frozen, someone held me for a long time but couldn’t call me by my name, someone planned everything for me next time I come back……Actually, I just made a small wish: This time it will be just right.
The car stopped, and I rushed forward relying on my youth and strength, but it seemed that everyone was in their prime at this moment, at least mentally strong. When I got out of the car with a spring breeze, a gust of cold wind came to welcome me. I immediately put away the joy of saying goodbye to "purgatory", gathered the cells that are familiar with this cold, and walked faster. I didn't know which leg was wronged yesterday. I saw two legs chasing each other, one faster than the other, making me guess whether I can walk back next time.
A little girl running next to me loudly encouraged her mother to "hurry up". When she passed by me, she brought up a gust of wind, and in the wind there was a vague voice that I was familiar with, "Hurry up!" Then, I knew that after passing by so much, I was finally no longer a passerby.
