Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year, dawn lurking under the eastern horizon, I woke up looked at the mobile phone, the time is 5.20 minutes ~ kick open the warm quilt, lightly get up and dress, by the light of the mobile phone, quietly look at the sleeping wife for a while, quietly walk out of the bedroom, wash up, take the work items prepared last night, turn off the living room headlights, quietly out of the house. Passage street lights are always bright, shine on the floor, take the elevator downstairs, go outdoors, although there is no wind, the face still feels the cold blowing, at this time, the temperature of Baise is about 5, 6 degrees, it is okay, on the morning shift, the day does not rain and fog, the road is relatively safe. When I drove the electric donkey to the college gate, the security guards did not believe that I would go to work so early.
On the highway, there are several cars on the same road, and they don't know where to go so early, maybe they are travelers, there are always stories of distant places and poems, maybe like me, silently running on the road of work, people's fate, there are their own causes and consequences, every time I think about it, I really don't know where to start. The headlights hit the road markings and the roadside guardrail reflector, like a torrent of symbolic light passing by, the car only roared the motor, the whistling outside the window, through several empty tunnels, driving in the valley, a bird of about a pound crossed the road, banging, the side pounced on the front windshield, startled, look at the huge marks on the glass, it is estimated that this bird is more fierce.
After more than forty minutes on the highway, the summer light of dawn lifted from the eastern horizon, at the intersection of the highway, there were still staff who insisted on the epidemic post, they worked as hard as they worked, they silently adhered to their duties, and at the same time, in all parts of the motherland, there were a group of people like them, just as insisting on the lonely island lighthouse, in the desert tent, the snow-capped plateau, the hot factory building, the operating room, the train... Wanjia lights, when everyone is watching the Spring Festival Gala, does anyone remember them? I believe there will be, I never doubt this one, and I am proud to be a part of them...
To the gate of the headquarters of Lingyun Power Supply Company, pick up colleague Wei Anhua who works together, and continue the journey for the next hour...
