It was time to go out, and my daughter-in-law repeatedly asked to send me a gift. Seeing that I insisted on not wanting it, he said that he would send it out the door or not. I picked up a small bag, waved my hand, and left.
It's still early. I stood quietly under the bus stop sign, waiting for the first bus of the day. There were not many people on the street, and the people who practiced in the morning, like looking at outsiders, only left a strange look and ran by. Only then did I realize that they had treated me like an outsider, a passer-by.
I've also met many out-of-town people walking quietly on the streets of this city. But the beautiful scenery here does not attract them, they just walk their own way. For the city, they are nothing more than a passer-by, leaving only a hurried figure.
Now, too, I'm starting to be a passerby.
The Golden Dragon Passenger flew smoothly and at high speed on the Jiqing Expressway. Through the car window, you can see the distant mountains, green trees, villages, and people working in the fields. I suddenly thought: Those who are working, do they know that there is a person in the car thinking about them?
"Why can a man have three wives and four concubines, while a woman has to start from one?" The VCD in front of the guest is broadcasting a romance film in which a young beauty tears up, "Why can't a man stay with a woman for life?" ”
The Emperor said angrily, "Great rebellion! Great rebellion! And her man, on one side, is in a dilemma: on this side is his knotted wife, on the other side is the emperor's daughter.
Love stories have always gone through a lot of packaging: women are young and beautiful, men are talented, such two men and women are unclear and unclear, and need to go through many external interferences, such as the temptation of beauty, the interference of power, the yearning for money and other twists and turns. And this always touches many people, makes them yearn, makes them praise. However, I clearly saw that the people outside the car who were working in the fields could not be praised for their love?
Their love is not a moon in the water, nor a flower in the mirror, on the contrary, it is pragmatic. Between love and life, they may value the continuation of life more. They respect the reality of life and interpret their love in real life. Imagine a man packing up his farm tools and going home after the sun has gone down. After washing the dust on his body and sitting on the hot kang head, his wife brought a pot of wine and two pots of hot dishes. This is the best embodiment of a woman's love for a man. It is not artistic, but comes from real life, so it should be more beautiful and touching.
I meditated on the fellow travelers, what was their love? In fact, love is eternal and eternal, which is an unchangeable topic for human beings and other lives; but how can a person's love be eternal and eternal?
Just as the big passengers whistled by, passing by the people who were working, passing the passing vehicles, passing the scenery along the way. After walking through, how many people can remember?
The enthusiasm of classmates and friends is like the weather in Jinan at this time, and the heat is striking. Classmates also came to accompany them, and friends of friends also came to the scene.
"Don't invite me to eat seafood, I'm from the beach, and the seafood there is cheaper and fresher than this." Classmates and friends refused, saying that this thing was delicious.
"Don't drink Tsingtao beer." I'm from Qingdao, and going to Qingdao to drink beer is cheaper and fresher than this. Classmates and friends refused, saying that Tsingtao Beer was delicious.
I had to be left to them. The words were hot and drunk, and I regained the old things from the past, and many emotions surged in my heart. Remembering so many times before, I unconsciously felt a little moist in my heart.
A classmate said: When I saw you, I almost shed tears. Listening to his words, I almost shed tears.
People are always easily moved. Only because the human heart is sensitive and rich. The sensitive mind easily remembers what passes before its eyes and turns into notes; after that day, when it hears the same sound again, it resonates.
Classmates and friends are during work and can't accompany me. And in this hot weather, I am not willing to enjoy the free treatment of tourist attractions. I said to them: I came out this time, I only want to see people, not the scenery. But in fact, people, how can it not be the biggest scenery? Seeing them busy happy and busy, my heart is just as happy and full.
When I had nothing to do, I would stay in the hotel to sleep, or go to the first floor to read the newspaper and wait for them to come to me for a drink after work. At this time, I would look through the window and quietly watch everything outside. The people and cars that hurried by outside the window became passers-by in front of my eyes. But in fact, I was a real passer-by. I've been in this city, hurried past my classmates and friends, and then I'll go back to my little city.
Daughter-in-law sent a text message: In fact, the sky is very blue, the clouds will always disperse; in fact, the sea is not wide, this shore is even the other shore; in fact, the dream is very shallow, everything is natural; in fact, the tears are sweet, when your heart is as desired; in fact, my idea is very simple: as long as you are happy every day.
After thinking about it, I gave her back one like this: I'm a passerby / Passing by this side occasionally / When the scenery sweeps under the eyes / You will see / I will also return to my kennel.
It's time to go home.
Take the Qilu tourist train, listen to the relaxing travel music, and your heart is relaxed. With the gentle swaying of the carriage, I also shook myself back to the days when I was ten years ago, when I went to school and took the train.
Not many people take the car. I had just sat down when a little girl came up across from me, a student. A floppy red cloth dress embellished with fans that two Japanese geisha often hold. Sitting down, she took out her mobile phone and played with text messages. And the phone was wrapped in a hand-knitted condom, and there were two fat children and two hearts hanging from it; as they swayed, the two fat children kept kissing each other. I just wanted to laugh.
Another moment passed. The girl stopped playing with her little phone and pulled out a philosophy book and worked on the above topic. It didn't take long for her to lie down on the book and fall asleep. Maybe it's uncomfortable, so I start packing up these things. It was found that her stationery box was also wrapped in a hand-knitted woolen sleeve, which was very delicate.
I patiently watched her busy with this and that, until she took out her Walkman and began to quiet down. And this Walkman is also wrapped in a different kind of woolen sleeve. I don't know who woven these sleeves? Perhaps at this time she was in a better mood, listening to music and eating snacks, while consciously or unconsciously looking at the scenery flashing outside the car.
Girl, your frown, which has been locked, locked my mood, locked my scenery, and locked in your beauty. Those two fat children who can kiss each other, the delicate beanie sleeves, their beauty and cuteness are not worth a penny; you just need to gently spread your locked brow, and you will be better than the countless scenery along the way!
Writing this, I pushed open the window and looked at the sky to the west, where there was a round of residual sun. The sun was like fire, reflecting the red sky. I don't know what you're doing there? I suddenly remembered "Farewell to Kangqiao": gently I went, just as I came softly, I gently waved my hand, making the clouds of the Western Sky.
Farewell, the clouds of the western sky.
Man on the road, mountains, water, grass, insects, everything is in sight. The scenery is in sight. Maybe I'll forget something, but there's always something I've already remembered, and some of it will come back from the bottom of my heart at some point in the future.
Man has a heart in his journey, mountains, water, grass, insects, everything. Having a heart is a landscape. Maybe I didn't leave anything there, but the landscape had a heart and would remember the figure I hurried past; the grass worms intentionally remembered the footprints I stepped on.
I used to look at the sky, where a star had already appeared. In this blue sky, its light is still so faint, so faint that it is no longer easy to find after seeing it. But it told me that tonight, there will be infinite starlight. But who will tell me that tonight's Jinan is also starry?
A tune floated down the street. In a trance, I was singing: "You hurt me, and you laughed..." But I wanted to ask my classmates and friends under the western sky: I disturbed you, and I laughed and said goodbye, would you mind?
Written on July 8, 2003
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