Hey, inexplicably anxious, you tighten up, don't go too deep on the throttle!
On a moonless night, the darkness grew deeper and deeper. Two pillars of light protruded out and ran unrealistically into the thick darkness, chasing after them like a hound, as if attacking an unknown outlaw prey.
"What a meeting! And get a bunch of useless material. What is the above, using the compilation of materials to implement the spirit of the document? A big stack of weights was there, and which inspection team had carefully read it! ”
His hand landed on the handle, and he was about to pull the car door open when Little A's complaint came from his ear. A young man in his twenties, his opening was lighter than the car door. After answering with a hehe, the car was like a child who could fulfill his wish immediately after waiting for a long time, and he sneaked out of the town government gate, and the smoke choked the janitor who opened his mouth to greet him with a few coughs.
Halfway up the mountain road, the car can only flicker and slow down. Straight ahead, deep throttle. After walking for a full decade, the curves and ditches of the mountain road were more familiar than the wife's body. What is unfamiliar is the data on the reports and ledgers, and the ghost knows that one day he will turn over and change his tricks and change into new unfamiliar faces.
The wide provincial road in front of me relaxes the nerves.
The trail is winding and the cliffs are steep, but even cars know that the trail that writes the danger on the sign is actually the section with the least accidents. I have seen the eight-lane thoroughfare, there are cars that give way to the separation railing in the middle of the road, and the life stabs through the tragic appearance of piercing. The young and clean face of the driver who caused the accident did not have the slightest pain, the savage alloy guardrail fixed him to the seat, and he closed his eyes calmly, as if in sleep. The man who fell asleep was happy, but he unloaded the pain to his family and friends!
Running village groups every day, more than a dozen natural villages, the process of weaving data is more troublesome than solving difficult problems. The difficulty of "hardware" implementation can be slowly eliminated, and the "software" in place has become a mess, cutting continuously, and rationalizing is still chaotic. Some principals came to the town government to report that those junior high school students who dropped out of school to persuade them to return to the town ganged up and disrupted the teaching order, and the school teachers had no way to deal with it! Looking at this helpless face without words, the deputy mayor in charge of the town was not a taste in his heart. Not long after, a village cadre complained that a lazy man in the village who was extremely poor slaughtered and ate the sheep he helped.
Out of the mountain road, the spacious provincial road in front of me let the nerves relax. The engine whined less, but the four wheels spread out. In the distance, the big truck, the headlights are open, the black hills are swollen and pounced, and the loud sound of the brakes whistles past the side. Still like to drive at night on the mountain road, quiet, lonely pillar of light on the black background arbitrarily written, a huge world, one person and one car, that is an indescribable comfortable existence!
The development is really fast, like this car, the wind is galloping.
The stupidity of returning home on the weekend stimulated the busiest afternoons, and the notice of a centralized meeting after a meal made the dinner taste like chewing wax. Next week's work task lounged in a somewhat wooden ear amid the stirring closing remarks, and the sound of horns in the parking lot awakened the half-sleep nerves. Finally, with some results, the food processing plant next to the relocated household officially opened next week, and this work can finally be relieved. The development is really fast, like this car, the wind is galloping.
The uphill pavement in front of me seems to be in some condition, and there is something vaguely spread out in the middle of the road. When the car came close to the side, I couldn't help but inhale the cool air, under the headlights, a humanoid figure that was almost into a piece of paper was pasted on the road, not knowing that it had been crushed several times by the heavily loaded wheels, and the blood was wetting half of the road. There was no one on the side of the road, and the passing car braked sharply and then slowly bypassed. Which daredevil became an escaped criminal a moment ago?
Stop the car not far from the scene, take out the mobile phone, 120 is afraid that it is useless, directly 110. The police officer who answered the case informed that someone had already reported the case five minutes ago. The chill that was holding in his chest dissipated slightly. When people are "in a hurry", can they slow down and catch their breath and pay more attention to the scenery ahead and the roadside? There are many things in the world that are far more important than the "destination", especially life, there is no return!
Where are the people who are trying to move forward, can they slow down and relax?
In the traffic of the river, watching the steel team squirm forward, I couldn't help but be a little jealous of the pedestrians who had left the car behind. The people in the car are envious of the outside of the car, but what about the outside of the car? It must also be envious of the car, just like people say that marriage is "besieged". In fact, it is not just marriage! People's work, life, everything that people pay and get every day, this "in the car" and "outside the car" is not stopping, is it not one "siege" after another? People who rush to ask for every sense of gain are actually pretending to be confused or really confused, and the reason seems to be transparent, but they are powerless or unwilling to wash the dust on the way, let alone practice the "good and precious" that hangs on their lips every day.